The visit to the cinema

 Tenderly and at the same time demands his hand wandered under her long skirt.

He had asked her not to wear panties today and to put on a tight blouse so he could see the curves of her breasts. She didn't understand why he didn't jump on her right away, they hadn't seen each other for three months. Since he took over the job as marketing manager on a small oil rig, they only see each other on vacation.

No, he wanted to go here, but she was already so eager for his hard thrusts and the low growl on her neck when he came.
She had dressed up as he had asked her, skirt no panties, stockings and her tight purple blouse. She knew if it got chilly you'd see her nipples sticking out, but I guess that was the purpose.

Then they drove to the nearby cinema, she looked at him in amazement. He just made the sign that she should hang his arm and go with him. He bought them popcorn and coke and they went to the movies as normal. She didn't think that was so good, but instead of expressing her displeasure, she remained silent and noticed how the throbbing and the longing now increased in her lap.

He had bought tickets for the last row, in the middle of the cinema. Not many people had come to the screening, but that was clear, the film had been running for several weeks now. Nice, it was the film she really wanted to see, but right on the first evening when he was back? The curtains opened, the room grew darker, and the air conditioning turned on.

Even that her nipples were still there, he looked at her from the side and grinned. The film started after three theatrical commercials. It was an erotic trill, which didn't make her throbbing in her lap any better. She looked around, there were only two other couples in the room who weren't busy with the film. She looks over at him, he doesn't make a face, he's watching the film with tense eyes. Oh man, that's going to be great.

She looked forward again and put her hands in her lap, trying to suppress the ever-increasing throbbing. Then she felt his hand on her leg, tender and demanding at the same time his hand wandered under her long skirt. She looked at him, he had a smile and a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand wandered on, past her knee, between her thighs, to her mons pubis. He nodded as if that was the test to see if she was wearing panties.

His hand kept wandering, soon he would feel her wetness, notice her throbbing erect clitoris. His middle finger slid very lightly into her on the wet trail and immediately sought his way to her G-spot. If only she hadn't been drinking so much in front of the cinema, she noticed the pressure he was building on her G-spot and the bladder adjacent to it. At the same time he began to rub her clitoris with the palm of his hand. She groaned softly. With his other hand he made the sign for her to be quiet.

He kept going and she thought about what would happen if she came like that, the whole seat, the floor everything would get wet ********. She tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn't let her. He shook his head and handed her the empty cup he had placed next to him. He wasn't serious. Her eyes seemed to have asked that very question, which he nodded.

He continues to increase the pressure on that tingling G-spot. He kept rubbing her clit faster and faster. The first twitches of her muscles began. She knew that the climax was not far off. She laid down more and pulled her skirt higher so that at least this one would be spared. You could hear the soft smacking sound as his finger slipped out of her, like a kiss from two lovers who had French kissed for a long time.

It was about to happen, she hoped he wouldn't take his hand out when he felt her******* , now her thinking stopped, the wave of her orgasm came over her, she could only hold out the cup and he really pulled his hand out, a gush of yellow honey juice shot past the cup the bottom and the back of the seat in front of them, she was able to catch the rest.

When she regained her composure, she sat up straight again. She felt good, relieved, satisfied. Then she wanted to give him the cup back, he shook his head and showed her to put the cup next to him and give him her hand. He slipped her hand between his legs where a huge bulge was already pinching the zipper on his pants.

Now he shows her that she should open her pants. She did it, he wasn't wearing any underwear either, his rather large lust rod jumped towards her. She started massaging, but he didn't want that. He asked her to hand him the cup and suck his hard cock on her knees.

She looked around, nobody would see that, she thought to herself. She got on her knees and started sucking. Her lips licked over his bulging glans, then over his shaft to the balls and back again. Then she took him all the way into her mouth, he pushed his hips towards her and she almost had to cough, he motioned for her to speed up. She stopped and moved her mouth faster. She noticed how his balls contracted, that was the sign that he was about to explode, but instead of *******ing into her mouth like he always did, he jerked them away. Took his cock into his own hands and ***** ed ...

she looked incredulously at him ***** in the cup in which her urine was already.
When he had his trousers closed and he was sitting up straight again, he handed her the cup and motioned for her to drink it. First she looked at him and said he was just joking, but no, he was serious. She sat down and it was an odd taste, but not as disgusting as she thought. She did it, eyes closed, she wanted to try it anyway, since she had already seen it in some porn. When she finished the homemade cocktail, he kissed her passionately and licked the rest of her lips.

He whispered in her ear… I love you will you marry me?