ANNA JAYE WILDE

Filmed

 

19/02/2016

 

A chilly breeze wrapped itself around me as I strolled through the car park to the cinema. I loved my Wednesday morning movies, it was my escape from everything and my indulgence in two hours of viewing pleasure. I had bought a yearly pass and each week I parked in the same space, collected my ticket and loaded up on popcorn and drinks. I loved to come on my own and this time of the week was quiet and there was less chance of idiots eating crisps, chatting and disturbing me.

 

I did harbour the age old fantasy of being whisked off my feet by a hot movie star, or in reality, fuck the whisking and let him just rip off my lingerie and fuck me senseless. Either would do, I didn’t mind. The adverts rolled and I settled into my chair. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted someone walking in and silently cursed, hoping they weren’t a crisp eater or chair kicker because I would have to take them down.

 

The lights were low but not completely dark and I watched the man approach. Holy shit. There was enough light to make out that he was a God, tall, muscular and beautiful. Cropped dark hair and a tiny hint of stubble framed a movie star face and piercing brown eyes. He scanned the dimly lit room to see only me and his gaze met mine. I swear my panties died and went to heaven.

 

He smiled and walked closer to me, shuffling his way between the chairs. What the hell was he doing? Strangers don’t sit together in the cinema – they sit down, shut the fuck up, watch the film and fuck off when it finishes. Never in my life have I struck up a conversation with someone in the cinema but I think that was about to change. And with that face and body, he could disturb my film as much as he fucking liked.

 

“Is this seat taken?”

 

The God of Love whispered, a cheeky grin on his face. Hell, if the cinema had been full I would have turfed out the person next to me to allow him to sit. His eyes twinkled and I could smell his cologne, the scent alone had me close to tearing off my panties.

 

“Um, no, it’s free… just like all the rest!” I mumbled like an idiot. His proximity was doing strange things to me and all thoughts of watching my film escaped my brain. My only thought was him, his eyes, and the bulge in his pants that was at perfect eye level as he stood.

 

“I saw you here and thought we might enjoy the film together, what do you say, sweetheart?”

 

Sweetheart? It would sound cheesy and creepy from anyone else but from this nameless, mystery, hot guy? It made me wet and told me that he liked what he saw as much as I did. Fuck the film. Hot guy took off his coat to show me his perfect arms, muscled, defined and one filled with a work-in-progress sleeve of gorgeous tattoos that begged to be touched. That was it, I was screwed. He flashed a bright smile at me and as he tried to fold his coat away I swear he took a good look down my top.

 

“I’m more than happy for you to sit here, you can keep looking down my top too if you like, I’ve got black lacy underwear on if you want to know.”

 

He called me sweetheart, if he wants flirting he can have it. Damn I’ll suck his cock and spread my legs for him too, he only has to say the word.

 

Hot guy’s eyes lit up and his tongue flickered ever so quickly over his lips.

 

“Sorry about that but I couldn’t help it. I saw you looking at my cock so I returned the favour.”

 

What??!! Fuck! The light in the cinema was low but didn’t hide the flash of crimson across my face.

 

“Spread your legs for me.”

 

Did he just say that? Yes, he did.

 

“I’m waiting.”

 

Hot nameless tattooed guy sat next to me, his cologne almost bringing me to orgasm on its own. I was aware of my breathing becoming erratic as his hand snaked over to my thigh and he pulled up the fabric of my skirt. His warm fingers slid into the lace of my panties and a quick tug pulled them down my thighs. Shit, he had skills. Pantyless, I spread my legs for him, dripping wet in anticipation.

 

His hand moved up my inner thigh and his fingers found their way to my clit. He gently stroked me over and over and I closed my eyes, revelling in his soft touch. Sensation built between my legs and I was so close to coming and then he stopped. I turned to face him, severely pissed off.

 

“Don’t stop, Jesus!”

 

He grinned as his hand hovered an inch from my desperate pussy and he leaned in to kiss me, his hand returning to my clit. Fucking hell. He pushed a finger into me and I moaned into his mouth. Then another finger slipped in and he moved them in and out of me as his lips devoured mine. His warmth, his total sexiness and his confidence-bordering-on-arrogance turned me on so much that I came all over his fingers right there, faster and harder than I had ever come in my life. My whole body tensed and released, the noise of the ads on screen muffling my groans although nobody else was there.

 

“I want to fuck you and feel your tight pussy around my cock. Do you want that?”

 

I gave a weak but enthusiastic nod and he unzipped his pants and dropped to his knees between my open legs. He didn’t wait for a verbal answer as he exposed his huge perfect cock, hard for me. I shuffled forward in my chair and he pulled me close and with one smooth movement he was inside me. This film wasn’t an 18 on the ticket but it had definitely turned into one.

 

I was thankful for the sound of the adverts and trailers as he fucked me, my wet pussy soaking his big cock as he filled me up. He held me tight to his chest and kissed my lips, neck and earlobes as he screwed me, his kisses hungry and his cock deep inside. His breathing was laboured and his pace increased, my naked ass chafing on the seat as he kneeled between my thighs and thrust his firm body against mine. His dick fitted perfectly inside me with just the right amount of stretch to tip me over for a second time. We both came together, his cock emptying in me and my wet pussy tightening around him.

 

Suddenly a coherent thought entered my head. What if someone saw us? The room was empty but what about the staff? Shit. I would never be able to come back again.

 

“Oh God, that was incredible but I’m worried now in case somebody saw what we were doing. I don’t make a habit of screwing strangers in the cinema you know!”

 

He started to laugh. A cocky laugh that made me a little nervous until he explained.

 

“Sweetheart, nobody saw us.”

 

“How can you be sure?”

 

“Because I’m the owner. This building is mine and I lease it to the cinema group. I see you here every week and I knew you would be alone so I made sure we wouldn’t be bothered. Now the film’s about to start so be quiet, no more panting and groaning please.”

 

His hand rested temptingly on my bare knee, his fingers taking a slow walk upwards.

 

“It’s so annoying when people talk during the film, don’t you think?”

 

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