Movie Night

Movie Night

by The Big Bopper

I haven't been to the movies since before the covid pandemic hit. A shame, because I used to be an avid moviegoer, but it's been six years now. I wonder how many others, like me, no longer go, and what that's done to the box office takings.

Of course, it was always more fun to go with someone. You can exchange reviews after the movie and that gives you an excuse to stop for something to eat afterwards. But I've been single again for eighteen months and, at 50, I'm finding it hard to get back into the dating scene.

Women under thirty are a generation younger than me and aren't much interested in being chatted up by some older guy. Nowadays, at fifty, I find the females that make my head turn most are in the range of 35 to 45.

After work one afternoon, I decided to challenge covid front on by heading into a movie theatre again... an early evening session. It isn't all that well attended. Before the lights dim, I look around, counting only twenty-one patrons. I select a seat in the middle of the centre block in L row... twelve back and dead centre of the row.

Nobody on either side of me to either aisle. While scanning the theatre to check the attendance, I did spot a very attractive woman, who appears to be in my target age range... or would be if I had the motivation to act on a target. I'm afraid I've had minimal interest in pursuing the fairer sex since my wife left for greener pastures.

I hope I can get the desire back someday. The right woman can contribute a lot to one's life and it sure beats beating off, which a fifty-year-old single male is inclined to do from time to time to relax the body.

The woman looking for a seat actually smiles at me before selecting one on the aisle two rows (J) closer to the screen. Did she smile because she is interested in meeting a man or she thinks she knows me? Maybe she's a hooker looking to bag a client for after the movie?

Perhaps she was only returning a smile... I do have a tendency to smile whenever I see an attractive woman in that age range. You'd be surprised how many return smiles that gets, but I never do anything about it. Anyway, smile or not, she chose to sit at least a dozen seats away and not even in the same row. Mark her as not interested.

After a dozen or so adverts for local businesses - mostly slides with a recorded voice-over, the lights dim, and the movie starts. At this point, I should confess the movie I chose has an R18+ rating with the Strong Sex Scenes classification.

About ten minutes into the movie, the first quite graphic sex scene commences, but I am distracted by a person suddenly coming down my row. To my amazement, they sit down in the seat next to mine. It's so dark in the theatre during this the sexual scene that I cannot even identify if it's a male or female.

Then I get a whiff of a very enticing feminine perfume... confirming when the screen scene switches to daytime and the ambient light within the theatre becomes sufficiently bright that the person next to me is indeed wearing a skirt.

Could it be that the attractive woman from J row on the aisle is using the darkness to move seats to sit beside the man who shared a smile with her? I'd prefer to turn fully around to check out the face of the woman who now sits so close, and in my personal space, but that could be seen as confrontational.

Not that this woman hasn't chosen to be confronting herself by sitting alongside me in a 300-seat theatre where only twenty-one seats are occupied. So, having half-turned to check out the knees next to me, I adjust my gaze toward the spot on the aisle two rows forward where the attractive woman I checked out earlier was. Damn! She's still there.

So, it's not her! The mystery deepens. Has this woman simply entered the theatre late... after the movie started, and in the semi dark, decided to sit directly beside me? Strange for someone to sit so close in such a sparsely attended theatre.

I redirect my attention back to the big screen, having missed most of the first hot sex scene in the movie. I become engrossed in the movie's unravelling plot. A longer even more explicit sex scene compensates for my missing most of the first one. The female star screams her way through a loud orgasm.

As the on-screen action switches to another location, I feel something on my left knee. My god, is that the soft touch of a woman's hand? Is that the hand of the woman who has chosen to sit right next to me? The hand rests on my knee for a minute or so. Curious, I turn my head fully around to my left.

I see her face in profile, she stares intently at the screen, appearing to be completely absorbed in the movie. Is she unaware of where she has placed her hand? Surely not! What should I do? Do something or say something? Possibly place my hand on top of the feminine one that rests on my knee? Perhaps match her audacity by slipping my hand onto her knee?

I can't decide so I don't do anything... for now. Her hand starts to move, fingers sliding onto my inner thigh while her palm remains on the top of my thigh. Slowly, the palm and fingers slide higher along my thigh. Those fingers reach the upper thigh where I'm more sensitive... the part closest to my groin where I feel my cock jerk appreciably.

I turn my head to again check out her face, there is no emotion. She doesn't turn hers to look back at me... just stares straight ahead at the screen, engaged, as if nothing is happening between us. I'm stunned and surprised but certainly not displeased to feel a woman's intimate touch for the first time in eighteen months.

I part my thighs, trying to be surreptitious, until the outside of each knee brushes the structure of the arm rests either side of me. My clothed package is more accessible with my knees spread wide. What will she do when her fingers reach the top of my thigh... if she goes that far?

They're almost there. I hold my breath, feel her hand move off my thigh to grasp the crotch of my trousers. She will at least find a pronounced bulge there. I release my breath in a loud gasp and... did I hear correctly? It sounds like the woman tried to stifle a giggle. That's her first acknowledgement of anything happening between us as she continues to stare at the screen.

Do I know this woman? Am I going to be embarrassed when the theatre lights come up at the end of the movie? What if she's a workmate? Could I become the laughingstock of the office tomorrow if it turns out I am being touched by a female work colleague?

I feel my cock stiffening from the soft feminine touch of an unknown woman grasping it in her hand, even with trousers and underwear separating the skin of her palm from the skin of my cock and balls. It is evident I've missed a woman's touch more than I know.

She begins moving her hand around on my confined genitals, as if she's massaging my intimate bits. Naturally, my cock expands rapidly within my pants. Oh yes, please keep doing that, it's been so long... too long, I silently urge.

My god, it's been over five years since I've been to the movies... have things changed this much? How long has this been going on? Her hand massages my bulging package for about five minutes before progressing... I feel her fingers trying to lower my fly's zipper. That's hard to do one-handed.

Should I help? I turn again to look at her, still seeing only her face in profile, steadfastly watching the screen as if she's not even aware her hand is seeking out my hard-on. I can see her failed attempts to open my trousers need help. I move both my hands to take hold of my belt and the waistband of my trousers, holding them steady while her fingers tug my zipper down.

I look down, curiously watching to see what happens next. In the dim light coming from the screen, I see her whole hand disappear inside the opening in my trousers. Feel her fingers too, fumbling within my underpants, reaching inside to take hold of my erection and pull it out through the trouser opening.

At last, skin on skin, her palm holds my hard-on, her fingers wrap around my taut skin. Not content to simply hold the erection she has created from her initial groping and subsequent soft touching; she begins to stroke my cock firmly. Impulsively, I reach across to drop my hand onto her bare knee.

Where am I going with this? I guess it depends where she's going with this. If her goal is to get me off, that will be wonderful, and I'd like to reciprocate her generous gift. But I hear warning bells. What if she doesn't want to be done too, she could call rape. I'd have a hard time proving she made the first move.

I leave my hand on her knee for now while trying to clear my head and rationally decide what to do with my roaming hand that simply reacted to her masturbation of me. Her hand is pumping my cock... it's getting harder. Feeling great... how hard will it get? It's been so long since a woman held it that I've forgotten how big it gets.

I decide to take a chance... it seems only fair to replicate these wonderful sensations she's giving me... my left hand begins to move on her knee. Only an inch for now, just grasping and ungrasping her knee in reaction to how good I'm feeling as she beats my meat toward what seems an inevitable climax.

It's been so long but where will my cum spray? If it shoots straight up, it will drop back down on my black trousers. I can't walk out of the theatre with white cum stains on my black pants. But equally, I have no intention of removing her pumping hand from my hard throbbing cock.

Oh yes! I haven't had sexual feelings like this for so long... I will cum, that's certain now; I am on the verge. I boldly slide my left hand further up along her thigh, pushing the bottom of her skirt higher. I peep over to see her thighs exposed, and keep looking to watch my hand slide higher. My fingers slip between her inner thighs... but progress slows as she keeps them clamped together.

Oh fuck, her strong strokes are so good, I could cum within a minute. I hear moaning... realise it's me. Moans of intense pleasure come from my mouth. My probing fingers at an impasse, her thighs remain tightly together. I must be so close to her crotch now... doesn't she want to feel similar euphoria to that which she is imparting on me? I hover near the edge of release.

Her knees suddenly scoot apart, each press against the framework of the arm rest, just as mine did. My fingers can complete their mission... fingertips tracing the line of her labia, still contained within her panties. They are wet, very wet. My finish is imminent... mere seconds away. Desperately, my fingers try tugging the leg band of her panties to one side.

Success, my fingers pull the crotch of her panties aside. I touch a woman's wet pussy lips for the first time in eighteen months. I slide fingertips up to find her little clitoral bud and hear her gasp loudly as my digits encircle it. I hump my hips up off the seat as my cock spasms.

Unexpectedly, her whole upper body bends over my lap. I feel her lips swiftly close over the head of my cock, just in time as my first jet of cum propels upward, shooting into the mystery woman's waiting mouth.

I cannot believe the hand job has morphed into a blow job at the right time, but then I couldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that an unknown woman would sit next to me in the movie theatre and start wanking me? Who does that, and why?

My cock spasms again and again and I feel her lips sucking on my cockhead, drinking down my cum. A bonus, she swallows too... absolute bliss. I am at the pinnacle of the ultimate sexual satisfaction, so happy and content that I feel I owe this mystery woman sexual equality.

My fingers leave her clit, but only to stir her body elsewhere. My fingertips feel the moist opening of her vagina, so I put two fingers together, pressing them up inside her, seeking out her g spot. She humps her hips upward just as I did at the moment I came.

She sounds like she's enjoying my reciprocation, but she's not there yet. The sexual wave that passed through my groin, overtaking my whole body, ebbs. This is my time now to concentrate on fingering the woman who has unexpectedly brought me a touch of blissful pleasure.

I bunch three fingers, driving them rapidly in and out of her pleasure passage. The hand that has been pumping my erection to a conclusion releases my cock without returning it inside my pants. She grips my arm tightly like it's the only tangible thing she can hold onto as her own orgasmic wave sounds close.

The scene on the screen becomes very low volume; this woman's body picks that exact moment to orgasm. Twenty-one patrons cannot miss hearing her loud wail, "Oohhh yes, f-u-c-k!" as she cums, and her body jerks about uncontrollably in her seat. It's a great orgasm and I hold my fingers steady inside her pleasure passage until she comes down off her peak, slumping in her seat.

I hear one fellow moviegoer from somewhere behind me in the theatre clapping and another joins him. I slump down in my seat too, a little embarrassed at the attention we have drawn in the midst of watching the movie.

I turn to the woman next to me and whisper the first words to pass between us, "Can I have my fingers back now?"

She answers, "Of course!" emitting a little giggle before adding, "And thank you, you doing me wasn't intended, but it WAS very good." I retract my three digits from inside her vagina.

"So, what was that all about?" I am so ready to ask, "Do you do this often to random strangers in a theatre or did you target me for some reason?"

"Shoosh! I can't tell you that." She brings the hand that wanked my cock up to my lips as a symbol of silence. I get a strong whiff of sexual juices from the fingers under my nose. Did she got some of my cum on her fingers or maybe she used that hand to pull the crotch of her panties back into place over her wet pussy?

She withdraws her hand and quickly rises from her seat, calling "That was fun, enjoy the rest of the movie!" back to me as she scoots out along the row and into the aisle. I want to follow to ask her more about why she just did what she did. Was it random or was she recruited to target me. I'm certainly not complaining... I just want to know.

But the remnants of my erection still hang out through my fly opening. By the time I shove it back inside and zip up, she is long gone. I leave the theatre too before the end of the movie, skulking out during a dark scene rather than suffer any embarrassment when the lights come up at the end of the movie and everyone stares my way to check out who just participated in a sexual encounter.

I go to work the next day, half expecting someone there to ask, "How was the movie last night?" At which point, I expect a bunch of staff to join in the quizzing to make a public spectacle of my experience in the movie theatre.

But nobody says a thing, nor do they appear to take any interest in what I might do in my recreation time. The mystery deepens. Maybe it wasn't a set-up by any of my work colleagues, but if it wasn't, then who was she and why did she single me out for her gesture of comfort and sexual relief to a total stranger?

Two weeks go by, and I realise I need to get on with my life, maybe never knowing. I get an invite to a family barbecue from my brother-in-law... Jerry is married to my ex-wife's sister. I have no time for my ex, who had affairs with at least two guys that I'm aware of... there could have been more. Then she walked out on me.

Her sister and husband have been on my side from the day my ex left, constantly sympathetic to the way I was treated So, I happily go to the barbecue at their house three weeks after the happy endings' incident in the theatre. While he handles the cooking on the barbecue, I join Jerry, and we have a couple of beers.

We discuss solving all the political problems in the world before he dares to tell me what my ex is doing these days. I tell him I could care less, but then Jerry adds, "Didn't you go to see a movie after work one day recently?"

"Yes... yes I did," I confirm, having virtually given up ever finding out who that woman was and what was her motive. "Why do you ask, Jerry?"

"I heard something unusual might have happened to you that night."

He has my attention immediately, and the events of that encounter come flooding back, "What do you know about that, buddy?"

"Oh, I might happen to know a lot about it."

"Really? Tell me more, I'm all ears."

"I heard you were all cock on that night."

"You're sounding like you might have had something to do with that? I've gone crazy trying to work out who that woman was. I figured it was a set-up, initially thinking it was my work colleagues. I had to dismiss them as possibles when nobody bothered to follow-up and ask me how I enjoyed myself. I've been puzzled ever since."

"Jenny came up with the idea because she was annoyed that her sister treated you so badly in your marriage. She convinced me that something reall nice - and a surprise - should happen for you."

"It was so dark in that theatre, even though she sat next to me, I never got a good look at the woman. Fuck, it wasn't Jenny, was it?"

"Shit no, man! She might think you had a bad deal, but she wouldn't go that far."

"Sorry, Jerry, I wasn't intending to suggest she'd be unfaithful to you."

"It's okay, man, no offence taken. Don't worry, you're a good guy, If she'd wanted to do it, I might have even consented, provided it was only a hand job."

"Sounds like you know that the woman let me cum in her mouth to finish... swallowed even. There's something that bitch I married would never do. So, Jerry, are you going to tell me who it was. I've been fascinated to know ever since.

Jerry turns his head and looks around. While it's called a family barbecue, there are about six people here that I've never met. Jerry says they are from his side of the family... he did introduce me to them. "She's here today, you met her when you came in."

"What? No way! Which one?"

"My sister, over there in the red dress."

"Your sister?"

"She's been away living and working in Europe ever since graduating from college. We haven't seen her for years."

"Well, fuck me dead! She was VERY good; she got me off well."

"Yes, she was quite reluctant when I first asked her to do it, but she eventually came around, even told me she enjoyed it. She said it was a bonus she wasn't expecting when you fingered her to an orgasm too. Well done, old buddy."

"Not so much of the old, thanks Jerry. But why? Why did you ask her to do it for me?"

"Jenny and I have observed you these past few months... you're becoming a recluse. I don't know how often you seek some relief but it's unhealthy to turn your back on sex. We both figured you needed someone to lead you to the river for a drink of water... so to speak."

"How did you pick your sister?"

"She became a hooker in college... you know, to pay her way. So, we figured that she wouldn't baulk at being asked to do something sexual She's never married, no commitments to complicate things."

Right in the middle of our conversation, his sister, Barbara, suddenly appears alongside us, carrying a plate of extra food for Jerry to add to the barbecue. She looks at me and smiles. I am suddenly self-conscious in her presence; I stare at her lips that were wrapped around my cock only three weeks ago.

She must see the odd look on my face. Turning to her brother, "You told him, didn't you, Jerry? I thought you said you wouldn't."

"I guess I changed my mind, Barb... no harm done. He loved it, you loved it, Jenny and I approved. It's all good."

"Yes, definitely all good!" I confirm, smiling at Barbara.

Jenny places Barbara alongside me when we all sit down to eat. She and I do get on well together and I end up driving her home at the end of the day. Nothing happens that night but maybe there's another chapter in this tale.

The End