..
Hey, Steven. Would it be helpful if I stayed until the
last show got out to help you clean up?”
“Well, my dear, that would be a pleasure,” Steven said.
I smiled and probably blushed when I called me “my
dear.”
The last movie got out a few minutes before midnight.
Steven and I were playing a game of blackjack at the
information desk when the last of the patrons left the
theater.
I have to go upstairs to take the film off the
projector. Do you want to see the room where we do it?”
Steven asked me.
“Yeah, I’d love to help you get off, even. Get it off,
I mean.” I looked up from my cards, looking somewhere
between blank and coy.
Steven chuckled and muttered, half wanting me to hear,
“Ah, if only you were older or I younger…”
“Hm?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Steven said. “Follow me, let’s go.”
I was glad Steven took the bait and didn’t ignore my
suggestion. However, I felt pretty crushed that he was
ruling out the possibility. Maybe I could work it a
little more once we were up in the dark projector room.
“Wow,” I said when we reached the projector room. “It’s
so much bigger than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah, things are different now with these huge
multiplexes. All the old-fashioned stuff is gone, which
is kind of a shame.”
“Can you show me how to take off the film?” I asked.
“Sure,” said Steven. He explained to me the projection
process and then pointed to a switch that I had to turn
to loosen the reel
This one?”
“Yep.”
“I’m a little nervous, I don’t want to mess it up.
Everything isn’t going to go flying, is it?” I asked,
grimacing.
“Of course not,” Steven said. “Here, let me help you.
Turn around. I’ll guide your hand.”
When Steven got behind me and put his hand over my hand
and placed it on the switch, my pussy tightened like it
usually did when Steven touched me. I think my body
froze a little, too.
“Relax, my dear,” Steven said.
“I thought I was too young,” I mumbled.
“What?” Steven asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Is it ok if I put my other hand here?” He put his left
hand over my pants, over my hot pussy. He breathed
sweetly into my hair.
“Yes,” I said.
