(MF, mast)
by Art Martin
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I had just returned from an overseas assignment that had stretched from six months to over ten months and I was living in a hotel about a block from our corporate offices.�� Prior to going overseas, I had worked at one of the regional offices and as such I wasn�t familiar in the least with anything in my new hometown.� I hadn�t even checked in with the office yet, as I was suffering from jet lag, my biological clock thoroughly out of whack, so it took me a few days to adjust. Finally I was feeling okay and was due to report to my new assignment in the morning.� I didn�t feel much like just hanging around the damned hotel all evening, so I decided to go see a racy flick that had good reviews.
Clutching my tub of popcorn and a large drink, I found a seat in the theater, one of those multiplex theaters with stadium seating.� It was a Wednesday evening, so it wasn�t too crowded. In fact, there was no one around me, front, back or to the sides. The lights went down and the movie began.�
Early on there was one of those scenes shot in dark.� As a result, the theater was as dark as a coal miner�s ass on a biblically cloudy day.� Much to my surprise, a girl kissed me on the cheek and sat next to me.� Placing something in my hand, she helped herself to my popcorn and drink.�
Whatever she had given me was made of a silky material and very small.� As I played with it I realized that she had given me a pair of panties.� Whoa!� I decided not to say anything and just see where things went.
She consumed all of my popcorn and put the empty bucket on the floor.� After a while there came a protracted scene in which the hero was making love to his girlfriend, a scene that left little to the imagination.� Her hand went to my crotch.� Quite naturally blood rushed to my cock as she gently rubbed and stroked it through my jeans.� While she felt me up, she stared ahead watching the movie. Once hard, she began squeezing me.�
By the light of the projector, I could see that she was a blonde with a gorgeous face and nice tits.� Being a gentleman, I returned the favor by sliding my hand up her skirt.� Suddenly it occurred to me that she might actually be a he.� Bracing myself for a rude surprise, I quickly discovered that she was indeed panty-less, as well as dick-less, as my hand brushed her cleanly shaven vulva.� Relieved that she was what she appeared to be, I gently rubbed her inner thighs and then her shaven vulva.� It didn�t take long before her heavenly slit became wet, very wet.�
Staring straight ahead, she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.� I felt the zipper go down on the underside of my hard prick.� Her hand slipped into my boxers.� I nearly jumped out of my seat at the first contact of her cool hand on my warm bare dick.� She massaged my stiff cock for several minutes releasing a copious stream of precum that ran down my shaft.� Using her thumb, she rubbed the slick lubricant into the hot spongy head of my penis, causing me to groan softly in appreciation.��
My fingers were now slipping easily between her hot and swollen labia.� She was some juicy chick!� My finger glided up and down her slippery trench, tracing the crease between her inner and outer labia, swirling around the stiff bud of her hooded clit.� She was squirming slightly and appeared to be enjoying my attentions, as much as I enjoyed her attentions.
Her thumb kept flicking over my glans, making me jerk with every pass.� I started massaging around her clit with my thumb while my middle finger sank deep in her vagina in search of her G-spot.� Finding the spongy little patch right where it was supposed to be, I massaged it with the pad on my finger.�
Her squirming became more pronounced.� She raised her free hand to her mouth to stifle a cry as I felt her contractions beginning.� Trembling, she whimpered and squeezed my dick tight.� After a minute or so, I felt her body relax.� I stopped fingering her for a few moments, as I knew she was now supersensitive.
During that pause she began working anew on the head of my dick.� She put her hand around it so that she could grip the stalk while she squeezed the head with her thumb and forefinger.� Soon that old feeling was buzzing in my balls.� I closed my eyes and just let it come, ejaculating in her hand.� She continued teasing the head after I had stopped cumming, causing my entire body to jerk.�
My sated dick began to shrink.� She stopped and raised her fist to her lips, licking my cum off her hand, then returning for more.� I felt it only fair to reciprocate and brought my fingers wet with her pussy juices to my mouth.� She tasted absolutely divine.� Repeatedly, I returned for more and more.
The movie lasted for well over another hour and we mutually pleasured each other the entire time.� I lost track of how many times she came, but it had to be at least six more times.� My hand continually made the journey from her pussy to my mouth and occasionally from her pussy to her mouth.� I came one more time and she relished every drop.� I was working on cumming a third time when the credits began to roll and the lights went up.
She turned to me dreamy eyed, ready to give me a kiss.� Her eyes got wide and her succulent lips went oval.� �Oh, my god!� she cried jumping up and fleeing.�
I zipped my pants up and headed after her to introduce myself. I found her in the lobby, bewildered, desperately searching for something.�
�Excuse me, Miss, I�m Jack and can I have your phone number?�
She looked at me with an expression of pure panic.� �I don�t know you!��
I could have said �Yes you do, you�ve been doodling my noodle and eating my cum for over an hour,� but I didn�t.�
�Oh, god! There�s my husband!� She rushed off to meet him.�
Seeing her, he threw up his hands and shouted, �Where have you been?�� He rolled his eyes in exasperation as she tried to explain that she had gotten lost and couldn�t find him.� He didn�t look very happy.
As they left the theater she turned and gave me a sly wave with her fingers.� Then she was gone, leaving me with only a great memory and her red silk panties.