The View Was Better
I Quickly Dropped My
I Was Wishing I Had
I Wanted To See Her
I Darted Out And Had
I Ran To The Other Tree
I Was Now On Their Right
I Wanted That And I
I Just Went Back To
It Took All I Had Not
I Dropped To My Knees
Just After He Clinched
After A Few Moments
She Laid Back On The
Startled I Looked Around
Without Saying A Word
She Ran Her Fingers
She Grabbed My Hair
I Flicked It With My
I Let Go Just For Moment
I Was Soaked So They
Not Meaning To I Bit
Three Grown People Just
It Was Great Laying
Turned Out That They
Not Really Getting That
Coincidence I Asked
Turned Out But Some
We All Just Laid There
| Can you imagine how perplexed and absorbed I was? I wasn t even sure if they knew that I could see them or if they would object. That part was solved for me when she raised her hips from the seat so that her husband could pull her panties down. I still couldn t decide whether they were an adulterous couple with nowhere better to go or just, shock horror, the kind of adventurous couple I d read about in Fiesta and , but the view was absorbing all my attention.
So when someone came into my row I was a little grumpy. They were a staid looking couple; her faux PVC mini coat dated back to 1967 at least, and he looked like a wannnabe car salesman in a sheepskin coat that looked as if the sheep in question had had a hard life. (Yes, I got the irony of my thinking that but hey, I was exempt I lived in London ) To be honest I thought I d chosen the coolest place in the cinema. If Sylvia s charms did the trick I was far enough back to go for a five knuckle shuffle in privacy, but I was also well placed to watch the groups at front and back if the film got boring. It was a typical valleys cinema, built on the side of a hill so the seats had a natural rake, the walls brick and the roof corrugated iron (quiet films and heavy rain usually meant asking for your money back because you couldn t hear ) Even as a teenager I knew enough not to sit in the back row when there were porno movies on; it looked like the Abercwmbyhere branch of Macs R Us. Beggars can t be choosers though, and off I went, forsaking the pleasures of James Heriott with his hand up a cow s arse. The fleapit was how I remembered it, right down to the damp and the feeling that the seats had not only seen better days but absorbed some of the consequences too.
I say, "Are you sure? . She looks coyly at me and says, "We'll see"... (If you liked it feel free to mail me at the address in my profile. and if not..Well be nice.) < Give me some credit for trying I was eighteen, and back in my home town, and bored. I take her entire clit into my mouth and begin sucking it. She s pumping her hips towards my face now but slowly so the customers can't see. I can feel her reaching her peak and just as she s dealing with a young good looking guy at the counter she throws her head back, grabs the counter and starts breathing deeply. I get to work. Slowly at first I blow on it a little. She jerks in her seat but manages to keep from screaming out loud. I begin licking around her clit. I know she s finding this almost unbearable and this turns me on even more. My tongue slips out with a wet smacking sound, and turns me on even more. I have to find her clit quickly. I spread her lips again and there it is! Her little treasure stands proudly out from her lovely cunt. I've wanted to do this for so long... I move my tongue up her pussy as far as I can and suck her juices into my mouth. Mmmmm they taste so good. She s really starting to shift in her seat now she just can't stay still. I decide its time to give her something to really worry about and begin to lick her pussy lips stroking up and down slowly, so slowly at first. She begins shifting in her seat but she still has customers to deal with. I decide to give her a stronger 'headache'. I pull her panties aside and stroke her pussy with my hand. She has lovely dark red hair over her pussy and I run my fingers through it. My fingers come away wet as I lift them to my mouth and suck them. The only way she can stop me making her laugh is to spread her legs for me. At this point I start lifting her skirt up past her thighs and pull her tights down. All the time she s dealing with customers and having to keep a straight face. Of course she wasn't supposed to do this, as her boss wouldn't be happy at all. Anyway I imagined she did and I was sitting there talking to her. Then we heard her boss coming downstairs and the only place for me to hide was under the counter. Then I met some guy in a bar and spent the night with him, and that was it.
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