MrAcidRounds
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The Silver Screen
She fidgeted idly in her seat, flipping through a preview pamphlet. She couldn't help but notice how plush and newly upholstered her seat was. This theater must have been renovated recently, she thought to herself. It was quiet a beauty to behold; red carpeting in the isles, balconies with brass railings, first-class viewing booths toward the front, a high, dome-shaped ceiling with golden floral carvings leading to a glass chandelier, and even an orchestral pit where the band used to play during intermissions. She loved these old theaters.
"They didn't have any junior mints," a young man said as he sat down next to her. He was a fairly decent-looking man in his mid twenties, with short blond hair and bluish-green eyes.
"Oh, that's okay," she whispered. "What a beautiful theater."
"Isn't it? I've been meaning to come here for so long. Thanks for coming, by the way."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," she said, with a nervous smirk on her face. It was just a few days ago that he had asked her to join him on this little escapade. This very quiet, unsuspecting young man who, up until this point, had only made brief small talk with her at the office. She didn't know what to make of his offer, but she was still enjoying herself, at least for now. He was very polite, but she knew better. Nice guys always had something else in mind. Maybe this one was different. Or maybe he was just gay.
"I think it's starting," he said as the lights began to dim. "I've never seen this one before, but I hear it's a classic."
The theater soon became dark and the projector began rolling. It was an older black and white film, probably from the fifties or early sixties. As the opening credits were rolling, WWII era music was playing and she recognized a few of the names. It began with several men dressed in army uniforms speaking rather intently.
Just as she was starting to relax, something caught her off guard. Without warning, she felt a hand graze the tip of her left knee. She almost squealed, but managed to contain herself so as to not make a scene. She was far more ticklish than she would ever care to admit, and her sheer nylons weren't helping in the slightest. His soft touches were sending chills up and down her spine.
"Hey...what do you think you-"
"Shhhh," he hushed her quickly,"I need you to be quiet. I don't want anyone interrupting us. Your hands will stay on the armrests at all times. Do you understand?"
She quietly nodded. Perhaps it was just shock from his abrupt advances, perhaps there was some latent attraction she harbored for him that she never considered before, or maybe she just always liked the idea of being told what to do.
He traced small circles with his index finger across her left kneecap. The sensation was distracting and kept her from concentrating on the dialogue, but it wasn't irritating enough for her to vocalize her disapproval. It was as if a small spider was making it's rounds across her knee. She clutched the cushions on her armrests with frustration. Just as she began to get used to the sensation, his hand began traveling up her leg. She was wearing a relatively short skirt, which allowed for a lot of ground to cover before reaching any fabric. Before she had any time to react, he had reached the middle of her thigh. His fingers made her tense up and close her legs, perhaps in protest of his audacity.
She shot him a look of objection, and shook her head. He only smiled and pressed the palm of his hand against her thigh. He leaned in and whispered in her ear,"You want this. Trust me."
Normally she would've slapped any other man the face at that point, or just simply stormed out of the establishment, but a voice in the back of her head was curious as to how he would progress.
"I need you to fight your natural inclination to move, it may be difficult, but it's for your benefit. Just let the feeling take over your body. But, enough talk."
He lifted his arm up and placed it around her, his hand gently cupping her right arm. She was wearing a light jacket, so there wasn't much skin exposed for him above her waist. His other hand was still resting on her thigh, gently rubbing her nylon-clad skin. She could feel her muscles tense up with every feather-like stroke. His right hand managed to find her side and began kneading it lightly. Her body contorted with every new sensation he was giving her. His other hand moved back to her knee and kneaded in it a similar fashion. She could feel that he was trying to test her, gaining new information with every area explored. Her knees were probably one of the more sensitive areas on her body, but he was stroking her in such a way that kept her on the brink of losing control, and subsequently bursting into a fit of giggles. That would be very unlady-like.
She had only had brief experiences with being tickled in the past, all of which were not too pleasant. They mostly consisted on be tortured by obnoxious classmates when she was younger, who would grab at her sides at random, and ridiculed her as she shrieked from the unexpected invasion of her personal space. It was something she thought she wouldn't have to put up with as an adult, but somehow this was different. He was very gentle and thoughtful about his touches, carefully applying pressure and lack there of, so as to not cause any unwanted pain or discomfort. And even though he was acting without her consent, she felt he still had her best interests at heart. But as considerate as he was, he was still in control.
The teasing was becoming more and more intolerable, and she struggled to keep her hands stationary. She wanted to defend herself, but there were people sitting directly in front of them, and she didn't want anyone witness to what was going on by causing a commotion. This can't go on forever. He has to tire of this eventually, she thought to herself.
The movie had been playing for a quite a while now, and there was some sort of war scene going on. Gunfire and grenades were being exchanged, and men of various nationalities were shouting amongst each other. She had almost recognized one of the actors when she felt a hand make its way under her shirt and onto her bare waist. She jumped abruptly, which seemed to please him. He was looking at her intently, as if trying to read her thoughts. She could only look back and plead with her eyes, he smiled tenderly and continued. Waves of electricity were shooting up her back as he caressed her skin. His left hand approached her bare stomach and did the same.
She smiled and bit her lip, hoping to block out the sensation. She pressed her arms against her body and tried to fight the urge to crack, but he already had her right where he wanted her. His hands were in quite the strategic position and he wasn't about to give up his advantage. She could only shift her weight to try to avoid his fingers, but he was following her every motion.
This went on for what felt like an eternity, and his hands were shifting their positions every so often. One had made its way to her ribs, while the other was exploring her navel. She could feel tears begin to swell in her eyes, just from the shear frustration of not being able to express herself audibly. Just as she felt she was about to give in, he stopped. He removed his hands from under her shirt and placed them on his lap. She managed to catch her breath while she anticipated his next move.
It wasn't long before she noticed him leaning forward, as if to tie his shoe, but instead grabbed her left boot. Oh god, what now? She could hear the boot being unzipped cautiously. He didn't make any attempts to remove her boot, but instead unzipped it completely, so the entire top portion was loose and falling to the side. He took both hands and ran his fingers down her entire leg to her ankle. She couldn't believe how sensitive her legs were, and fidgeted uncontrollably. The strokes had become maddening, as she shook her head from left to right with muffled giggles. As he made his way to her ankle and began spidering his fingers across the soft fabric. She felt like she was going insane. She had no choice but to deal the endless onslaught of sensations he was providing for her, and she couldn't handle them for much longer.
He changed tactics once again, and applied his fingers to both legs. Her knees kept knocking together, in hopes of dodging his attacks, but he was persistent. The constant rocking of her hips made her realize something she hadn't anticipated. She was becoming wet. His constant teasing of her calves and thighs was turning her on in a way she hadn't experienced before. She moaned begrudgingly, knowing it would only encourage him. And it did.
She could feel his hands caressing her waist once again, except more aggressively this time. She closed her eyes and felt a sensation of acceptance; he wasn't going to stop. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She felt his warm breath on her ear. His lips made contact with her skin. Her ears were also incredibly ticklish, but she didn't care anymore. There were hands moving across her chest, weaving beneath layers of clothing to luscious skin underneath. She sighed as he kissed her neck, nibbling on occasion. Her breasts were being massaged, nipples played with, her face was red and warm as she drifted into a state of torment and ecstasy. She needed him to stop. She needed him to continue forever.
"I want you. I've always wanted you." he whispered in her ear between delicate kisses.
She wished he would just tear all the clothes from her body and take her right there. She could feel one of his hands tracing lines down her stomach. Before long, it was on her pelvis bone. She breathed deeply as it made its way down the front of her skirt. Even though he was above her panties, the sensation was almost too much to bear. She gyrated her hips, as if to guide him, but he already knew how to touch her. It wasn't until he reached her sex when she realized just how wet she was. He played with her for a while, just to gauge her reactions. She began breathing heavily.
"I'm going to go inside you now."
She felt two fingers enter her. With the edge of his thumb, he rubbed her clit. It was all too much for her. She was just too close. She could hear explosions and gunfire coming from the speakers. Men were running from tanks and debris was flying from countless directions. This was the climax.
She grunted and moaned with every motion of his fingers. He began gently biting her neck, and her lips started quivering. Her womanhood was on fire, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer. Waves of pleasure were traveling across her entire body, from her earlobes to the tips of her toes. She squeezed her hips together in one final act of resistance, then gave in. The orgasm overwhelmed her, as she leaned her head back and exhaled a deep, forceful moan. He turned her face towards his and kissed her passionately. She quivered, as every muscle contracted over and over again. The orgasm eventually subsided, leaving her body relaxed, exhausted, and fulfilled. All that was left was a slight tingling all over, as if she was underwater and bubbles were tracing along the contours of her body. He gracefully returned his hands to their original placements, with one hand gently rubbing her knee. She sighed.
She found it somewhat difficult to walk as they exited the theater. He politely shook her hand and mentioned something about seeing her at work the next day, but she was still in a daze and forgot it as soon as he finished speaking. She only smiled at him and nodded, as if she was in some sort of dream.
Later on that evening, she met up with a few friends at a diner. When she mentioned the name of the movie, they asked her what it was about. She hadn't the faintest idea.
She fidgeted idly in her seat, flipping through a preview pamphlet. She couldn't help but notice how plush and newly upholstered her seat was. This theater must have been renovated recently, she thought to herself. It was quiet a beauty to behold; red carpeting in the isles, balconies with brass railings, first-class viewing booths toward the front, a high, dome-shaped ceiling with golden floral carvings leading to a glass chandelier, and even an orchestral pit where the band used to play during intermissions. She loved these old theaters.
"They didn't have any junior mints," a young man said as he sat down next to her. He was a fairly decent-looking man in his mid twenties, with short blond hair and bluish-green eyes.
"Oh, that's okay," she whispered. "What a beautiful theater."
"Isn't it? I've been meaning to come here for so long. Thanks for coming, by the way."
"Oh, it's no problem at all," she said, with a nervous smirk on her face. It was just a few days ago that he had asked her to join him on this little escapade. This very quiet, unsuspecting young man who, up until this point, had only made brief small talk with her at the office. She didn't know what to make of his offer, but she was still enjoying herself, at least for now. He was very polite, but she knew better. Nice guys always had something else in mind. Maybe this one was different. Or maybe he was just gay.
"I think it's starting," he said as the lights began to dim. "I've never seen this one before, but I hear it's a classic."
The theater soon became dark and the projector began rolling. It was an older black and white film, probably from the fifties or early sixties. As the opening credits were rolling, WWII era music was playing and she recognized a few of the names. It began with several men dressed in army uniforms speaking rather intently.
Just as she was starting to relax, something caught her off guard. Without warning, she felt a hand graze the tip of her left knee. She almost squealed, but managed to contain herself so as to not make a scene. She was far more ticklish than she would ever care to admit, and her sheer nylons weren't helping in the slightest. His soft touches were sending chills up and down her spine.
"Hey...what do you think you-"
"Shhhh," he hushed her quickly,"I need you to be quiet. I don't want anyone interrupting us. Your hands will stay on the armrests at all times. Do you understand?"
She quietly nodded. Perhaps it was just shock from his abrupt advances, perhaps there was some latent attraction she harbored for him that she never considered before, or maybe she just always liked the idea of being told what to do.
He traced small circles with his index finger across her left kneecap. The sensation was distracting and kept her from concentrating on the dialogue, but it wasn't irritating enough for her to vocalize her disapproval. It was as if a small spider was making it's rounds across her knee. She clutched the cushions on her armrests with frustration. Just as she began to get used to the sensation, his hand began traveling up her leg. She was wearing a relatively short skirt, which allowed for a lot of ground to cover before reaching any fabric. Before she had any time to react, he had reached the middle of her thigh. His fingers made her tense up and close her legs, perhaps in protest of his audacity.
She shot him a look of objection, and shook her head. He only smiled and pressed the palm of his hand against her thigh. He leaned in and whispered in her ear,"You want this. Trust me."
Normally she would've slapped any other man the face at that point, or just simply stormed out of the establishment, but a voice in the back of her head was curious as to how he would progress.
"I need you to fight your natural inclination to move, it may be difficult, but it's for your benefit. Just let the feeling take over your body. But, enough talk."
He lifted his arm up and placed it around her, his hand gently cupping her right arm. She was wearing a light jacket, so there wasn't much skin exposed for him above her waist. His other hand was still resting on her thigh, gently rubbing her nylon-clad skin. She could feel her muscles tense up with every feather-like stroke. His right hand managed to find her side and began kneading it lightly. Her body contorted with every new sensation he was giving her. His other hand moved back to her knee and kneaded in it a similar fashion. She could feel that he was trying to test her, gaining new information with every area explored. Her knees were probably one of the more sensitive areas on her body, but he was stroking her in such a way that kept her on the brink of losing control, and subsequently bursting into a fit of giggles. That would be very unlady-like.
She had only had brief experiences with being tickled in the past, all of which were not too pleasant. They mostly consisted on be tortured by obnoxious classmates when she was younger, who would grab at her sides at random, and ridiculed her as she shrieked from the unexpected invasion of her personal space. It was something she thought she wouldn't have to put up with as an adult, but somehow this was different. He was very gentle and thoughtful about his touches, carefully applying pressure and lack there of, so as to not cause any unwanted pain or discomfort. And even though he was acting without her consent, she felt he still had her best interests at heart. But as considerate as he was, he was still in control.
The teasing was becoming more and more intolerable, and she struggled to keep her hands stationary. She wanted to defend herself, but there were people sitting directly in front of them, and she didn't want anyone witness to what was going on by causing a commotion. This can't go on forever. He has to tire of this eventually, she thought to herself.
The movie had been playing for a quite a while now, and there was some sort of war scene going on. Gunfire and grenades were being exchanged, and men of various nationalities were shouting amongst each other. She had almost recognized one of the actors when she felt a hand make its way under her shirt and onto her bare waist. She jumped abruptly, which seemed to please him. He was looking at her intently, as if trying to read her thoughts. She could only look back and plead with her eyes, he smiled tenderly and continued. Waves of electricity were shooting up her back as he caressed her skin. His left hand approached her bare stomach and did the same.
She smiled and bit her lip, hoping to block out the sensation. She pressed her arms against her body and tried to fight the urge to crack, but he already had her right where he wanted her. His hands were in quite the strategic position and he wasn't about to give up his advantage. She could only shift her weight to try to avoid his fingers, but he was following her every motion.
This went on for what felt like an eternity, and his hands were shifting their positions every so often. One had made its way to her ribs, while the other was exploring her navel. She could feel tears begin to swell in her eyes, just from the shear frustration of not being able to express herself audibly. Just as she felt she was about to give in, he stopped. He removed his hands from under her shirt and placed them on his lap. She managed to catch her breath while she anticipated his next move.
It wasn't long before she noticed him leaning forward, as if to tie his shoe, but instead grabbed her left boot. Oh god, what now? She could hear the boot being unzipped cautiously. He didn't make any attempts to remove her boot, but instead unzipped it completely, so the entire top portion was loose and falling to the side. He took both hands and ran his fingers down her entire leg to her ankle. She couldn't believe how sensitive her legs were, and fidgeted uncontrollably. The strokes had become maddening, as she shook her head from left to right with muffled giggles. As he made his way to her ankle and began spidering his fingers across the soft fabric. She felt like she was going insane. She had no choice but to deal the endless onslaught of sensations he was providing for her, and she couldn't handle them for much longer.
He changed tactics once again, and applied his fingers to both legs. Her knees kept knocking together, in hopes of dodging his attacks, but he was persistent. The constant rocking of her hips made her realize something she hadn't anticipated. She was becoming wet. His constant teasing of her calves and thighs was turning her on in a way she hadn't experienced before. She moaned begrudgingly, knowing it would only encourage him. And it did.
She could feel his hands caressing her waist once again, except more aggressively this time. She closed her eyes and felt a sensation of acceptance; he wasn't going to stop. Her body was his to do with as he pleased. She felt his warm breath on her ear. His lips made contact with her skin. Her ears were also incredibly ticklish, but she didn't care anymore. There were hands moving across her chest, weaving beneath layers of clothing to luscious skin underneath. She sighed as he kissed her neck, nibbling on occasion. Her breasts were being massaged, nipples played with, her face was red and warm as she drifted into a state of torment and ecstasy. She needed him to stop. She needed him to continue forever.
"I want you. I've always wanted you." he whispered in her ear between delicate kisses.
She wished he would just tear all the clothes from her body and take her right there. She could feel one of his hands tracing lines down her stomach. Before long, it was on her pelvis bone. She breathed deeply as it made its way down the front of her skirt. Even though he was above her panties, the sensation was almost too much to bear. She gyrated her hips, as if to guide him, but he already knew how to touch her. It wasn't until he reached her sex when she realized just how wet she was. He played with her for a while, just to gauge her reactions. She began breathing heavily.
"I'm going to go inside you now."
She felt two fingers enter her. With the edge of his thumb, he rubbed her clit. It was all too much for her. She was just too close. She could hear explosions and gunfire coming from the speakers. Men were running from tanks and debris was flying from countless directions. This was the climax.
She grunted and moaned with every motion of his fingers. He began gently biting her neck, and her lips started quivering. Her womanhood was on fire, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer. Waves of pleasure were traveling across her entire body, from her earlobes to the tips of her toes. She squeezed her hips together in one final act of resistance, then gave in. The orgasm overwhelmed her, as she leaned her head back and exhaled a deep, forceful moan. He turned her face towards his and kissed her passionately. She quivered, as every muscle contracted over and over again. The orgasm eventually subsided, leaving her body relaxed, exhausted, and fulfilled. All that was left was a slight tingling all over, as if she was underwater and bubbles were tracing along the contours of her body. He gracefully returned his hands to their original placements, with one hand gently rubbing her knee. She sighed.
She found it somewhat difficult to walk as they exited the theater. He politely shook her hand and mentioned something about seeing her at work the next day, but she was still in a daze and forgot it as soon as he finished speaking. She only smiled at him and nodded, as if she was in some sort of dream.
Later on that evening, she met up with a few friends at a diner. When she mentioned the name of the movie, they asked her what it was about. She hadn't the faintest idea.
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