Movie Date Night

I peer into the mirror lazily. I dry my skin and pump the lotion from the bottle, realizing it's running low, and I'll need more soon. I look at the alarm clock next to the bed and realize I'm running late. I hurry, lathering on the lotion to my freshly shaved legs and my bare arms, before glancing back into the mirror before I go to pick out something to wear. You haven't told me where we're going just yet, so I decide to be neutral. I slip on a blue sweater to counter the cool air, and a denim mini that covers just about to mid-thigh. I know you love the color blue and when I show off my legs?especially in a skirt. I hurry to slip on a pair of long black leather boots as I hear the doorbell ring."Shit," I think to myself. I run downstairs and open the door to see you standing there, handsome as always. You gaze at me for a moment before you notice that I'm not fully ready. I haven't done a thing to my hair and I'm not wearing makeup, but you figured as much. You bring your right hand to my hip and give me a light kiss on the lips as you walk through the door of my house."Baby, will you give me just a minute to finish getting ready?" I ask as you walk toward the couch."Sure, sweetie, that's fine. I'm in no hurry." You flash a smile at me and sit down as I run back to my room. You watch my legs pump and the skirt ride up just a little until I disappear into the hallway.I find a cute necklace and earring set and pin my hair back loosely. It frames my face but stays out of the way, just the way you like it. I put lotion onto my face and cover my eyelid with a shimmery blue powder to match my dark blue V-neck sweater. I glance at myself one last time in the mirror as I apply a shade of clear gloss to my full lips before I grab my purse and run back to the living room. I see you relaxed on the couch, and you rise as I enter the room.This time, you're able to look me over more thoroughly. "Mmm sweetie, you look delicious!" you tell me. I laugh at you, flattered. "Well honey, I hope I'm not dinner, because I'm starving!" I reply. You laugh at me as you kiss me again, wrapping your large masculine hand around my neck and weaving your fingers into my hair, just before pulling back and taking my hand.I walk outside and see your new car. You've told me all about it, but I haven't seen it yet because we've been too busy to go out all week! You walk me toward the jet-black jeep and open the door for me, eyeing the hemline of my skirt as I climb in. You run around the front and hop in, placing your hand in mine.We sit quietly in the car. Usually, we don't talk much on car rides, but bursa escort this seemed a little different. Things have been getting more serious these past couple of months, and we've avoided a lot of discussion about the future, not quite sure where to take things. We've been content with frequent sleepovers, frequent sex and lovemaking, and frequent dates and outings. I smiled silently to myself, wondering where we're going. Our dates are usually similar, but always entertaining."Any idea where we're going baby?" you ask, breaking the silence, startling me as I was lost in thought about our relationship."Oh... umm... I'm not sure hon. I'm not usually on this side of town... where are we going?" I ask, looking around."Well, I was going to take you hiking, but you're not dressed appropriately. So instead, we're going to go catch a movie and then dinner then we'll see what we're in the mood for, if that's ok?" you ask, looking over at me."Oh no, sweetie... I'm sorry! I didn't know you wanted to go hiking... I can go change and we can go, really that's no problem!" I say, feeling terrible that I messed up your plans.You laugh your casual laugh that I adore so much. "Baby, don't worry about it. I shouldn't have tried to surprise you. Besides, you look amazing," you tell me, briefly scanning my body with your eyes. You stop at the V on my sweater, showing the slightest swell of my breasts. You fight to not let your mind wander to all the times you've tasted, touched, and felt them on so many areas of your warm skin.You simply smile and keep driving as I grin, knowing what's going through your mind.We arrive at the movie theater, and you lean across me to open my door for me. You usually hop out of the car first to come around the car to open it for me, but by reaching across me your face came within inches of the exposed swell of my breasts.You leaned in and gave a small wet kiss right on the crease, making me laugh as I unbuckle the seatbelt and climb from the car, meeting you in front. You seem extra passionate tonight, and I like the different feeling. You grab my hips in front of the car and pull me close. Our lips meet, and you taste a mixture of berry lip gloss and a brief hint of cinnamon toothpaste. You back me against the clean car, pressing my hips into it firmly. Your hand runs through my hair as your tongue snakes through my lips and presses against mine, running lightly along my teeth.I think of how delicious you taste, of how wonderful it feels to be pressed to your body. The way you kiss?sensational. You start so slowly, teasing my lips with your teeth. Your breathing bursa escort bayan hits my lips, you let out a low groan as you feel my body come into contact with yours, you play with my hair, you bite my lips and toy with my tongue. And you always pull away right as I begin to react. This time was no different.You smile at me and kiss my forehead and pull me away from the car, and I trail after you, my hand in yours. We reach the ticket counter and see two movies starting soon. One chick flick, one action."What are you in the mood for babe?" you ask me."I don't know baby, you decide. I don't really care," I tell you, smiling.You know I'd ultimately rather see the chick flick over that particular action movie, remembering a snide comment I made about the preview a few days earlier. I smile as you open the door for me, knowing your eyes are glued to the back of my tight denim skirt. You walk up beside me and place your arm around my hips, pulling my body close to yours in the cool building."Want anything honey?" you ask."No, we're going to dinner, right?""Yeah, but not 'til the movie is over. Get what you want baby," you tell me.I giggle a little and order some milk duds and water, while you place your order for nachos and a large Dr. Pepper.I walk toward the theater, wearing your jacket, knowing the theater would be cold. I find a seat near the top, finding few people in the theater. The movie is a couple of weeks old, so I guess it's not too surprising that it's not busy, I think to myself. I sit in the seat, looking down to see if you come in.The lights dim and I'm a little annoyed that I can't see if it's you that has come in. I see you standing at the bottom and stand up so you can see me, and see you start coming up the stairs, so I smooth my skirt and sit back down in the cushioned seat. You walk down the row and look around, noticing our isolation from the rest of the people in the theater. You laugh to yourself a little and come to sit next to me.You immediately move the armrest up and pull me toward you. I love how much body contact you need to feel close to me?always needs to be touching in some form. I relax into you as you lean against the seat, and I lean against you. I take a small drink of your Dr. Pepper and rest my head on your chest as the movie starts.You play with my hair casually, not really paying too much attention to the chick flick. You think about me?about us?and what we've become. You watch me as I watch the movie. You see my eyes glimmer in the light of the screen. My lips spread in a delicious smile at the sappy story showing. The shadows escort bursa of the curves along my chest, sinking into the tight-fitting sweater. You see me shiver a little and pull me a little closer. I shift my body to be laying down across the seats, my head in your lap, and your jacket laid across my arms.You laugh at me, knowing that I always underdress for movies, and wonder if I do it on purpose so I have an excuse to cuddle and be close with you. Either way, you don't mind.I pop the first milk dud into my mouth and look up when I feel you laugh. I see you staring at me and give you a quizzical laugh. You mouth something, but I can't see what you said. I lean up and put my mouth near your ear."What hon?""You're too adorable," you reply with a smile.I blush a little, turning my head downward, wondering what I did this time.You put your fingers on my chin and lift my head, kissing me softly at first. I intended to turn and lay back down, but you deepened the kiss and slid your hand down my side to rest on my hip. I slide up a little so I'm resting in your lap, and I press my body to yours. Your hand slides around and gropes my behind; not playful, but rather very passionate and desirable. I moan into your kiss and pull away. I look around the theater and notice that nobody is around us, and everyone is focused on the movie. It's only about forty-five minutes in, so there's at least another forty-five minutes to go. I feel you kiss me again, more urgently this time."I want you," I say unconsciously. It's as though every time you kiss me, I say that, and it triggers something in us both to fool around at any given point in any given place. You tell me to lay back down, and I look a little saddened at the rejection, but I'm somewhat satisfied with the movie. Then I feel your hand move.You place it on top of my breast casually and begin to massage firmly. You feel no extra material. I'm not wearing a bra. You smile at the thought of being that much closer to that delicious, supple flesh. You caress the skin along the neckline of my sweater, teasing me. I shiver slightly, not because of the cold theater.I turn my head to the screen but keep my attention on your fingers applying their delicate pressure to my skin; then I felt you stop altogether.Your cold finger brushed against my lips, and I opened my mouth involuntarily. I tasted the sweet syrup of your soda, then felt you pushing your fingers inside of me suddenly. I was surprised that you were being so physical in the movie theater, and bit down on your finger, sucking on it vivaciously. You thrust your fingers in and out of my moistening pussy as your wrist curled up under my skirt and your fingers remained in my mouth. I tried to keep quiet, your fingers acting as a plug for me to restrain the primal moans from escaping my wet lips.