The View From My Knees

Do you remember that crush that I have? I recently spoke with him in person for the first time. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I turned into a giggling schoolgirl in his presence. Everything he said was incredibly funny to me, and I could barely do more than giggle and bat my eyelashes. I suppose it’s possible that he didn’t notice how flabbergasted I was, but that’s unlikely.

So, in order to regain my composure (and possibly my reputation), and in celebration of National Masturbation Month, I’d like to let you in on a little fantasy I once mentioned to him in an email.

It started when I had to end a conversation a little early so that I could meet a girl for a movie date. My last words to him were: “I’ll be thinking of you when I’m sliding my hand into her panties in the dark movie theater.”

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My date is a curvy red-head with funky glasses and an ass so scrumptious that you want to sink your teeth into it. I pick her up at her door, and she greets me warmly with her sweet, playful smile. Her tight shirt shows off her 34Cs beautifully, and I briefly remember the taste of her nipples.

After we arrive at the multiplex and purchase our tickets, we enter the dark theater. The movie has been out for some time, and the theater is almost empty, so we have our choice of any seat in the house; we choose two in the very center. Soon, the previews begin to roll, and we cuddle up while munching popcorn. Shortly after the movie starts, I feel my phone vibrate. I’ve received a text message. I discreetly pull out my phone and read the message:

Aren't you going to kiss her?

My eyes widen and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck as I realize he’s in the theater, watching us. I reply to his message:

Where are you?

My phone vibrates a moment later.

Back row, near the door.

Trying not to call attention to myself, I slowly look behind me and spot him. “What are you looking at?” my date whispers, so I show her the text messages. I can tell by her smirk that she enjoys the idea of being watched, and we lean in for a deep kiss. The feeling of her soft, wet tongue in my mouth, coupled with the knowledge that he is watching us, sends tingles through my body. My nipples begin to harden. We finish our kiss and giggle softly, then turn our attention back to the screen. My phone vibrates again.

More

“He wants us to do it again,” I whisper. She smiles. I take her head in my hands and kiss her again. As we kiss, I slide my hands down to her neck and chest, landing on her firm breasts. As I cup her breasts, I feel her breathe in deeply, as if caught by surprise. Her nipples are growing erect under my fingertips, and I continue to caress them as my mouth travels from her lips to her neck. She lets out a moan and we both stop to see if anyone around us noticed. There are three other people in the theater, all sitting in front of us. If any of them heard her, they didn’t acknowledge it. A little embarrassed, we giggle and sink down into our seat.

Another message arrives.

That was nice. I am so fucking hard right now.

Smiling, I place the phone back in my pocket and continue watching the movie. Several minutes later, I receive another message.

Is that all you've got? I'm disappointed in you.

Excited by this challenge, I reach across to my date and unbutton her pants. She looks at me questioningly, so I show her the latest message. Smiling and nodding, she spreads her legs and I slide my hand into her panties. My fingers glide across her small patch of pubic hair, and I feel her tense as I stroke her clit on my way to the moist opening of her pussy. I’m pleased to feel how wet she is, and I circle the opening a few times before slipping a finger inside. She closes her eyes as I playfully wiggle my finger inside of her and then begin sliding my finger in and out. Her hips are gyrating ever-so-slightly in time with the thrusts of my hand.

My phone receives another message:

Are your fingers buried in her wet pussy?

I clumsily reply with my free hand.

Yes

I can feel the moisture between my own legs, but I resist the urge to gratify myself. Right now it’s not about me. I watch this beautiful creature squirming in her seat, completely under the power of my fingers. She’s trying so hard to be quiet, but I suspect she won’t be able to hold it in much longer. She’s not only getting off on my fingers but also on the idea he is watching us from the back row.

Another message:

What does she taste like?

I reply:

I'm just about to find out.

Making sure that no one is paying attention to us, I get down on my knees in front of her. I pull her pants and underwear down just far enough so that I can bury my face in that beautiful pussy. With a hand on each of her thighs, I begin to lick and suck on her clit. She lets out the tiniest squeal before putting her hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds. I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one who heard it.

As I work on her clit, my hands slide around to her ass, and I squeeze it gently. I love the way it feels in my palms, and the smell and taste of her pussy is driving me wild. I wish he was behind me right at this moment, fucking me while I work on her pussy. But it’s not time for that…not yet. Right now it’s time to make her come, and that’s just what I do. Every muscle in her body is tense. She’s trying her hardest not to make a sound. And then: she comes. Little waves are flowing through her entire body. Her pussy is contracting again and again with each orgasm. Finally, she slumps down into her seat, exhausted and satisfied. She’s a little weak, so I help her pull her pants back on before sitting back in my seat. I pull my phone out and send a message:

She tastes like ecstasy

A moment later, he replies:

I want a taste

I smile and show her the message. She giggles and, even though it’s dark, I’m pretty sure she’s blushing. “You’d better go back there and give him that taste, now that you’ve gotten him all worked up,” she whispers, motioning toward my mouth, which is still wet with her juices.

I climb out of my seat and make my way to where he’s sitting in the back row. Without saying a word, I straddle his lap and kiss him, long and hard. When our lips finally part and I open my eyes, I softly say, “how did that taste?”

As he answers, his voice cracks a little, as if he’s having a hard time speaking. “Just like you said.”

I reach down between both of our legs and caress his cock through his jeans. He jumps a little at my touch and takes a sharp breath in. His cock is as hard as a rock, and I want to feel it inside of me right at that moment, but I keep my cool. “Meet me by the bathrooms so we can take care of that,” I whisper, and then I leave.

A few minutes later, he walks out to the bathrooms where I’m waiting. Looking around to make sure we’re not being watched, I pull him into the single-stall family bathroom and lock the door behind us. Once inside, we can’t keep our hands off of each other. Our mouths disconnect just long enough to pull our shirts over our heads. We fumble clumsily with buttons, zippers, and shoelaces until we’re finally naked.

I kneel down and take his hard cock in my mouth. He moans and leans against the sink. The tile floor is cold under my knees, but I don’t notice as I suck. As I’m working on his cock, he digs a condom out of the pocket of his jeans and tears it open. I take it from him and eagerly roll it onto him.

He quickly helps me stand up and bends me over the sink. Every moment wasted until his cock is inside of me is agonizing. Finally, he slides it in. My pussy is dripping wet, so it goes in easily. I moan and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him pumping in and out of me.

“Oh fuck,” I say breathlessly.

All of the anticipation has taken its toll on us. After only a few minutes, I can tell I’m about to come. I open my eyes and watch him fucking me in the mirror. I can tell by the look on his face and the way he is moaning and grunting that he can’t hold off much longer, either. I close my eyes once again and let it happen. “Oh yes, fuck me,” I cry out. “Oh god, I’m going to come!”

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he groans, and I can tell that he’s coming, too.

Now we are spent. We stand there for a moment before gathering our clothes, breathless and satisfied.

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I should probably close up the fantasy nicely at this point and say something about how we meet back up with my date and finish watching the movie together. Maybe, after the movie, we all go back to his place for round 2. But, to be honest, my fantasies don’t go much further after I come. What’s the point?

I certainly hope you enjoyed reading that one as much as I enjoyed writing it. I like to imagine that, while you read my posts, your hand is busily stroking your naughty parts under your desk. I know mine is. I can’t imagine a more fitting start to National Masturbation Month.