Sometimes you do a friend a favour and it comes back in surprising ways. This friend managed a theater and called to ask if I'd help with a special showing. It was a documentary that had won lots of awards. The director was having a special showing for fans and would stay to talk. I loved watching movies but, that night, my mind was somewhere else.
"Excuse me. Do,you have any popcorn?" A deep voice asked
Looking up, I saw a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me. My mind became empty.
"What?" I sounded like an idiot.
"Popcorn?"
"Ah no. There's no food allowed in the theater," I shook my head.
"What kind of theater doesn't sell popcorn?"
"The kind that usually performs live shows not movies."
"Oh," He looked disappointed.
He stood just under 6', had dark hair, stubbled jaw and lips, broad shoulders and just all around sexy.
"If you're that hungry, I've got some things upstairs. Had to go to for groceries before I came here," I suggested.
He smiled, "Lead the way."
Halfway up the back stairs, I could feel his eyes staring at my behind.
"So why aren't you in the theater?" I wondered.
He sighed, "I came along to support my brother. It's his work. Can't tell you how many times I've seen it."
"That's nice of you."
"You don't seem to be too interested in your job."
"Not my job. Just filling in for a friend."
"Cool."
"I like movies though. Always like to sit in the back so I can watch closely."
"I like the back too, but not to watch the movie."
Taking a glance behind, I caught him looking. His eyes were on something besides food. Deciding I would never have an opportunity like that again, I decided to play along.
"Of course that's the other reason. Are you going to be in town for a while?"
"We leave tomorrow."
"That's too bad. I'm a great tour guide. I know all the hidden secrets," I was being suggestive.
He seemed to sigh deep. Instead of the employee lounge, I led him to to projection booth. Once the movie was on, the projectionist let it go and came back later. Perfectly private.
"I thought we were going for something to eat?"
"What sort of person would I be if I let you leave without showing you a good time?"
His tongue roamed over his lower lip. I reached for the waistband of his jeans, stepped closer and placed my other hand on his neck, fingers over his morse code tattoo.
"What's this mean?" I asked breathing over his skin.
"It's a song," his hands settled on my hips.
"That's a sensitive area. Mine's on my left hip."
"Show me."
Now that was an invitation. I pulled off the light red sweater I wore, carefully unbuttoned the skinny jeans and slipped them from my hips. Going down to his knees, he moved his fingers over the Phoenix.
"Born of fire." He whispered.
"A burning of the soul," I tangled my fingers in his thick dark hair.
His lips brushed my skin. It was electric. I felt a strong hand roam over my thigh. In one smooth movement, he had my panties and jeans on the floor. Fingers slid across my stomach to the top of my smooth pussy. A mischievous smile crossed his lips before they consumed my wet core.a long, thick tongue found it's way inside. I nearly died. I knew that he'd be good but this was Heaven sent. Though my body was vibrating, I tried to keep cool.
"It's awfully selfish of me to let you do all the work." My voice calm.
He looked away from my core, stood up and into my eyes.
"You're a gracious host," he whispered.
Reaching down, I stroked the front of his jeans, the hardness underneath straining to get out. The button and zipper opened easily. The denim joining mine on the floor. Commando, my favourite brand. Taking his stiff cock in my hand, I worked him back and forth. His eyes shut, a deep breath filled his lungs.
"Mmmmmm," he let go.
"I hope you're not thinking I'm being foreword but I want you inside of me right now," I purred.
"Not much time. It's almost over," he meant the film.
"Then get to it."
Strong hands grabbed my waist, lifted me up and settled into my hot slit in one smooth stroke. The thrusts were instant. I bit my lip to hold back the scream of ecstasy. His mouth and tongue engulfed me breasts. My back slammed against the wall as he pushed desperately.
"More. Give me more," I pleaded.
"All I've got. So warm, so tight," he breathed fast.
"Make me cum. Cum with me."
FUCK ME!!!! He exclaimed and found more.
The heat exploded through my body. His organs a emptied and filled me completely.
Our eyes met again. His fingers moved my hair from my face.
"You're quite the tour guide," he gazed over my neck and shoulders.
"I aim to please," I touched his cheek.
"Oh you definitely do."
The lights came on in the theater.
"Show's over," I observed.
"And what a show it was," he covered my lips.
We redressed before the projectionist returned.
"I'm Shannon."
"You are. And I knew it."
"What's your name dirty girl?"
"Lisa."
"Thanks for the appetizer Lisa."
"Thanks for the nightcap Shannon."
Going back to the lobby, I went back to my place by the desk.
"Come back again for another show," I smiled.
"I'll give you the standing ovation," he readjusted the front of his jeans and went inside the theater.
Best favour ever. I owed my friend big time.
