After a Date at the Movies
Introduction:
A short fantasy of how I wish things had gone after a date I went on to the movies
“Where’s your car?” he asked as I stopped walking right next to my Jeep. “Wow,” he seemed surprised, “That’s cool. Do you go off-roading?”
“Yeah,” I said, my eyes beginning to migrate towards the floor as I slowly became more and more aware of the fact that we were entirely alone in the parking lot, “We go out to the desert sometimes, but for the most part I use it as my normal car.” I leaned back against the Jeep, feeling comforted by the familiar object. I let my eyes go up briefly, just long enough to wander his body. He was tall; I was considered just slightly above average for a girl at 5’7”, but he still had to look down at me when he spoke. Probably around six foot something. His shoulders were broad and his figure was lean, and the nice clothes he wore hung on him just right.
He looked at me now, and I know he can see I’m not in to the verbal conversation; so, he begins a nonverbal one. He takes a slow step closer, and I no longer have room to move between him and the car. His arm is up on the Jeep right next to my head, and his face is leaned in only inches away from mine. His cologne plays pleasantly on my nose, and the scent of the Junior Mints he ate during the movie remains sweet on his breath.
“Braden,” I whisper, “I’m… really glad we decided to do this.”
He responds with just a smirk. I open my mouth to say more, but before a single word can escape his smirking mouth is pressed against mine. His lips are soft and warm, testing the waters slowly before building up speed. He opens my mouth up, his tongue coming in to explore its recesses as mine responds with an eager welcome. His hands make their way up to my hair, grasping it with a tug. A light moan leaves my lungs before I could stop it, and he responds by deepening the kiss. Without breaking from him I fumble behind me for the handle of the car’s back door, both of us taking a step forward to give room as I pull it open.
His hands run smoothly from my hair downwards, pausing to rub soothingly at the small of my back, before traveling down and gripping my ass roughly. Another moan escaped as he used the leverage to lift me up and then lay me down on the back seat. He was now positioned directly over me, his lithe, lean body pressed up against mine. Before I realized it I felt my hips moving up to grind rhythmically against him, and his pleasure at the movement grew obvious against my thigh.
He pulled away from the kiss then, both of us now gasping for air, “Are we going to…?”
I gulped, “I’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have I,” he admitted with no embarrassment, “Would you want me to, uh, make love to you?”
“No,” I responded quickly, and his disappointed face made me realize I needed to explain myself. “I mean, no I don’t want you to make love to me,” my usually innocent expression turned a shade darker, “I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes brighten quickly, and that hot, frustrating smirk returned to his face again, “Now that, that I can do.”
I give a flustered smile as he shut the car door behind him before aggressively kissing me once more. I can feel one of his hands leaving its place on my ass and finding its way slowly up my shirt, giving my breast a small squeeze over the bra. I giggle against his lips, and he pulls away to give a questioning look.
“What?”
“It’s just… this is the first time anyone’s touched Luke and Leia,” I answer.
He raises an eyebrow, “Luke and Leia? Did you… did you name your tits after Star Wars characters?”
I blush, “Um, maybe. I never actually said it out loud till now.”
He looks at me in amusement for a moment before letting out a sexy chuckle. Next thing I know, his hands get to work tugging my shirt over my head. He reaches around me, pulling at the back straps of my bra. I giggle again, moving his hands to the center; it was one of those bras that snaps in the front. I felt his signature smirk, and my bra was off within seconds.
His mouth relocated down to Leia, and I gasped at the feel of him licking and biting at my nipple as his hand made its way to Luke, thumbing and pulling at it in a way that was deliciously rough. My back arched, and we both groaned now with my hips grinding against his with increasing force.
He sits up and pulls his sweater off, me fervently attempting to unbutton his pants as he does so. Once he’s shirtless he pulls my jean shorts down from under my ass and off over my feet, leaving me squirming under him in only my black boy short panties.
I’ve by now taken off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down now the boxers against which his erection was straining. It sprang free from under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip when I saw the veins that were coursing just underneath the skin. I had an intense desire to trace each vein from the bottom up with my tongue; however, I knew that’d have to wait until he decided that was what he wanted me to do. The way he looked in my eyes told me he was in charge, and I had no need to argue.
Pushing my panties to the side, his fingers acquainted themselves with my pussy, his thumb lightly running itself over my clitoris and causing me to shout out. He positioned himself over me once more now, his dick poised perfectly at my entrance.
“Please,” I groaned, “Just put it in already.”
“Don’t move,” he told me, giving me that smirk that only made me more and more wet, “Do you want me to put it in?”
“Yes,” I elongated the word, practically purring.
He began slowly moving the head up and down along my lips, never quite going in, “Not until you beg.”
“No,” I groaned, “Please, just put it in! Please!”
He continued to move himself just outside me, positioned now so his shaft was moving up and down against my clitoris it a manner that had me biting my lip almost to the point of bleeding, “You’re not begging loud enough. I don’t believe you.”
“Please! Please! Fuck me, Braden, please!”
“If you don’t get louder I just may have to punish you.”
“Please!!”
“LOUDER!”
“PLEASE, DADDY! FUCK ME, DESTROY ME, WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME, JUST DO IT NOW PLEASE!”
He plunges himself into me, and my now soaking wet insides burst with vast amounts of pain and pleasure all at once. I hear myself scream out, the fullness of him inside me pushing all my senses into overdrive.
Still inside me, he pushes a strand of hair off my forehead, “You alright?”
Too flustered to properly speak, I nod.
“Good,” he grins, “Because now, I’m really going to fuck you hard.”
I didn’t think I could get any more wet, but those words clearly proved me wrong.
He was pumping in and out of me now, the pain of it almost as sweet as the pleasure. He paced himself just right, so that he was going fast enough to be properly fucking me but just slow enough to give me that good torture. My moans had become nearly full-on screams by then.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “I don’t think I can go very long.”
“Can you please come inside me?” I find myself begging, “Please?”
He bites my neck in a moment of sweet frustration, “I can’t, I’m not wearing a condom.”
“Then let me taste it,” I say immediately, and he gets that same look of pleasant surprise as he had when I’d told him to fuck me. He pulls himself completely out of me, causing me to cry out in longing, before we rearranged ourselves so he was sitting on the seat with me on the floor between his legs.
I took him in my hand now, licking my lips at the delicious sight. I went in for it and ran my tongue slowly up one particularly bulging vein, relishing the pulsation as I followed it up the shaft like tracing a road on a map. I reached the head and swirled my tongue around the tip, looking up into his eyes just in time to catch the mouth-watering sight of a groan of pleasure escaping his lips. I can taste my pussy on him, and damn does it taste good.
My lips wrapped around the head, I slowly but surely take the length into my mouth. It presses softly against the back of my throat, but I fight the urge to gag in order to take it just a little bit further. I pull back, and then go back down, falling into a steady pumping motion. Occasionally I take the tip back into my throat again, but only as much as I can allow without gagging. I make a mental note to later find out if he would want me to gag on his dick, but until then I play it safe.
He twists his hands into my hair, pulling at it and making me moan, the vibrations of which caused him to release a moan of his own. This only encouraged me, and while I continued to suck and lick my hands traveled up to softly cup and caress him as I did so.
“I’m going to come soon,” he breathes out between his teeth.
I quicken my pace, and next thing I know my mouth is filled with that warm, salty-sweet taste. I swallow it eagerly, pleased by the satisfied look on his face. He took me up into his arms and laid back on the seat so I was on top of him, my head resting on his chest. The up-and-down movement of his breathing soothed me intensely, and I couldn’t fight a gigantic grin as we lay there in perfect, blissful silence.
“Yeah,” I said, my eyes beginning to migrate towards the floor as I slowly became more and more aware of the fact that we were entirely alone in the parking lot, “We go out to the desert sometimes, but for the most part I use it as my normal car.” I leaned back against the Jeep, feeling comforted by the familiar object. I let my eyes go up briefly, just long enough to wander his body. He was tall; I was considered just slightly above average for a girl at 5’7”, but he still had to look down at me when he spoke. Probably around six foot something. His shoulders were broad and his figure was lean, and the nice clothes he wore hung on him just right.
He looked at me now, and I know he can see I’m not in to the verbal conversation; so, he begins a nonverbal one. He takes a slow step closer, and I no longer have room to move between him and the car. His arm is up on the Jeep right next to my head, and his face is leaned in only inches away from mine. His cologne plays pleasantly on my nose, and the scent of the Junior Mints he ate during the movie remains sweet on his breath.
“Braden,” I whisper, “I’m… really glad we decided to do this.”
He responds with just a smirk. I open my mouth to say more, but before a single word can escape his smirking mouth is pressed against mine. His lips are soft and warm, testing the waters slowly before building up speed. He opens my mouth up, his tongue coming in to explore its recesses as mine responds with an eager welcome. His hands make their way up to my hair, grasping it with a tug. A light moan leaves my lungs before I could stop it, and he responds by deepening the kiss. Without breaking from him I fumble behind me for the handle of the car’s back door, both of us taking a step forward to give room as I pull it open.
His hands run smoothly from my hair downwards, pausing to rub soothingly at the small of my back, before traveling down and gripping my ass roughly. Another moan escaped as he used the leverage to lift me up and then lay me down on the back seat. He was now positioned directly over me, his lithe, lean body pressed up against mine. Before I realized it I felt my hips moving up to grind rhythmically against him, and his pleasure at the movement grew obvious against my thigh.
He pulled away from the kiss then, both of us now gasping for air, “Are we going to…?”
I gulped, “I’ve never done it before.”
“Neither have I,” he admitted with no embarrassment, “Would you want me to, uh, make love to you?”
“No,” I responded quickly, and his disappointed face made me realize I needed to explain myself. “I mean, no I don’t want you to make love to me,” my usually innocent expression turned a shade darker, “I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes brighten quickly, and that hot, frustrating smirk returned to his face again, “Now that, that I can do.”
I give a flustered smile as he shut the car door behind him before aggressively kissing me once more. I can feel one of his hands leaving its place on my ass and finding its way slowly up my shirt, giving my breast a small squeeze over the bra. I giggle against his lips, and he pulls away to give a questioning look.
“What?”
“It’s just… this is the first time anyone’s touched Luke and Leia,” I answer.
He raises an eyebrow, “Luke and Leia? Did you… did you name your tits after Star Wars characters?”
I blush, “Um, maybe. I never actually said it out loud till now.”
He looks at me in amusement for a moment before letting out a sexy chuckle. Next thing I know, his hands get to work tugging my shirt over my head. He reaches around me, pulling at the back straps of my bra. I giggle again, moving his hands to the center; it was one of those bras that snaps in the front. I felt his signature smirk, and my bra was off within seconds.
His mouth relocated down to Leia, and I gasped at the feel of him licking and biting at my nipple as his hand made its way to Luke, thumbing and pulling at it in a way that was deliciously rough. My back arched, and we both groaned now with my hips grinding against his with increasing force.
He sits up and pulls his sweater off, me fervently attempting to unbutton his pants as he does so. Once he’s shirtless he pulls my jean shorts down from under my ass and off over my feet, leaving me squirming under him in only my black boy short panties.
I’ve by now taken off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling down now the boxers against which his erection was straining. It sprang free from under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip when I saw the veins that were coursing just underneath the skin. I had an intense desire to trace each vein from the bottom up with my tongue; however, I knew that’d have to wait until he decided that was what he wanted me to do. The way he looked in my eyes told me he was in charge, and I had no need to argue.
Pushing my panties to the side, his fingers acquainted themselves with my pussy, his thumb lightly running itself over my clitoris and causing me to shout out. He positioned himself over me once more now, his dick poised perfectly at my entrance.
“Please,” I groaned, “Just put it in already.”
“Don’t move,” he told me, giving me that smirk that only made me more and more wet, “Do you want me to put it in?”
“Yes,” I elongated the word, practically purring.
He began slowly moving the head up and down along my lips, never quite going in, “Not until you beg.”
“No,” I groaned, “Please, just put it in! Please!”
He continued to move himself just outside me, positioned now so his shaft was moving up and down against my clitoris it a manner that had me biting my lip almost to the point of bleeding, “You’re not begging loud enough. I don’t believe you.”
“Please! Please! Fuck me, Braden, please!”
“If you don’t get louder I just may have to punish you.”
“Please!!”
“LOUDER!”
“PLEASE, DADDY! FUCK ME, DESTROY ME, WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME, JUST DO IT NOW PLEASE!”
He plunges himself into me, and my now soaking wet insides burst with vast amounts of pain and pleasure all at once. I hear myself scream out, the fullness of him inside me pushing all my senses into overdrive.
Still inside me, he pushes a strand of hair off my forehead, “You alright?”
Too flustered to properly speak, I nod.
“Good,” he grins, “Because now, I’m really going to fuck you hard.”
I didn’t think I could get any more wet, but those words clearly proved me wrong.
He was pumping in and out of me now, the pain of it almost as sweet as the pleasure. He paced himself just right, so that he was going fast enough to be properly fucking me but just slow enough to give me that good torture. My moans had become nearly full-on screams by then.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “I don’t think I can go very long.”
“Can you please come inside me?” I find myself begging, “Please?”
He bites my neck in a moment of sweet frustration, “I can’t, I’m not wearing a condom.”
“Then let me taste it,” I say immediately, and he gets that same look of pleasant surprise as he had when I’d told him to fuck me. He pulls himself completely out of me, causing me to cry out in longing, before we rearranged ourselves so he was sitting on the seat with me on the floor between his legs.
I took him in my hand now, licking my lips at the delicious sight. I went in for it and ran my tongue slowly up one particularly bulging vein, relishing the pulsation as I followed it up the shaft like tracing a road on a map. I reached the head and swirled my tongue around the tip, looking up into his eyes just in time to catch the mouth-watering sight of a groan of pleasure escaping his lips. I can taste my pussy on him, and damn does it taste good.
My lips wrapped around the head, I slowly but surely take the length into my mouth. It presses softly against the back of my throat, but I fight the urge to gag in order to take it just a little bit further. I pull back, and then go back down, falling into a steady pumping motion. Occasionally I take the tip back into my throat again, but only as much as I can allow without gagging. I make a mental note to later find out if he would want me to gag on his dick, but until then I play it safe.
He twists his hands into my hair, pulling at it and making me moan, the vibrations of which caused him to release a moan of his own. This only encouraged me, and while I continued to suck and lick my hands traveled up to softly cup and caress him as I did so.
“I’m going to come soon,” he breathes out between his teeth.
I quicken my pace, and next thing I know my mouth is filled with that warm, salty-sweet taste. I swallow it eagerly, pleased by the satisfied look on his face. He took me up into his arms and laid back on the seat so I was on top of him, my head resting on his chest. The up-and-down movement of his breathing soothed me intensely, and I couldn’t fight a gigantic grin as we lay there in perfect, blissful silence.
