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This is a story really experienced by a friend, she told it to me and I try to expose it to you as she did with me, hoping to be able to faithfully and realistically bring back her emotions in the circumstances. A friend in the true sense of the term, there has never been anything between us, but knowing each other since we were sexting, we have always told each other all about our stories, down to the most intimate details.
"It happened a few months ago - he tells me - - and I still can't understand how it could have happened to me! -
As you know, my husband and I do not have a particularly active social life, a bit of work and a bit of children, except for some sporadic outings with friends for a pizza, we have a rather slipper life.
Well, he arrived home that Saturday night and suddenly he invited me not to think about dinner because we would go out to eat something and then go to the cinema. To say that I was surprised is little, however I hurried to call my mother to bring her children and have the evening free.
The dinner I will tell you was nothing particularly striking to tell, if not the pleasure of being with my husband for a while as we were engaged to, so we had chosen our favorite restaurant, that of our first meetings. After the dinner we went back to the car and frankly my desire for wine, a bit of effect did it, not that I was drunk, but slightly euphoric yes.
Arriving at the multiplex, we parked the car and went to the entrance for tickets, my husband had chosen a film that at the time was very popular, winner of some oscars, but being in programming for several days, the room was not too crowded: we go to the places indicated on the tickets, around the center of the stalls and to reach our seats, as always happens, we force the spectators already seated, to get up to facilitate the passage.
Here something happened that annoyed me, although I must admit it caused me some unexpected disturbance. The man sitting in the seat next to mine, after allowing my husband to pass easily, made mine more difficult by forcing me almost to rub my body against hers. I must say that although he was undoubtedly a nice man, it annoyed me a little, smelling that the gesture was clearly done on purpose, to the point that I was going to ask my husband to reverse our seats, but then I gave up to avoid unpleasant and embarrassing explanations and I thought only of following the film that was about to begin ignoring what had just happened.
Dark in the room the images begin to flow on the screen and after a few minutes I feel a sharp movement at my side and the sound of keys falling on the floor
"Sorry, ma'am"
Turning to me and holding the coat against her legs, she lowers herself to retrieve the keys, at the moment I have not given any weight to her fumbling, but getting up to sit down after recovering the keys, I distinctly felt her hand that for a moment held me caressed the leg from the ankle to almost the thigh. Instinctively I pushed her away trying to be discreet for fear that my husband would notice and an uproar would break loose. I was definitely annoyed! But I confess that that contact, even if I didn't want to admit it, had left aftermath, in a few words it had troubled me and had taken me back in time.
-It happened at the time of university and on the crowded bus while I was returning home, a guy had repeatedly touched my back at the very beginning of the buttocks. - I was so excited that I didn't react and the only fear I had was that they noticed the nipples erected under the light dress I was wearing. As soon as I got into the house, I threw myself on the bed to flicker like a frenzy to calm the excitement.
Looking back on that fact, even at the moment in the darkness of the room, I still felt the same chills between my thighs, but I tried to get away from those thoughts to concentrate on the film.
A few minutes passed and I felt his leg press against mine, he wasn't giving me a break! As before, I moved my leg to avoid contact while at the same time giving him an irritated look, having no effect because he undaunted continued to stare at the screen. A few minutes of respite and he returns to the charge and I feel the pressure on his thigh again, but this time I feel that it is his hand! Instinctively I extend mine to grab it and move it but I obviously can't do it has more strength than me and suddenly it loosens up and takes advantage of my jacket folded in my lap as a shelter, begins to caress my hand, gently, in a very sensual way.
At that point I was starting to be confused and confused, he was undoubtedly a nice guy, but the situation that was being created was embarrassing, especially with my
rite side by side, but I felt that I was letting go of that unexpected contact, I'm certainly not a little santarellina but from here to be palpated by a stranger in a cinema we run!
The hand did not move and I was increasingly reluctant to want him to do it, the film was gradually becoming a contour, I was struggling to follow it and my concentration was slowly moving on that hand that pressed on my thigh and that it was increasingly authoritarian and brazen, also favored by the fact that the armchairs behind us were deserted.
Now she was literally palpating over my skirt, trying to get closer to the groin, even if the purpose was in vain given the position. I was starting to feel my pussy moisten, more a mental than physical excitement, I was beginning to wish that he dared more even though I was aware that, given the situation, it was very unlikely. But I was wrong.
The pig was playing with the hem of her skirt and stroking my thigh over the pantyhose, I instinctively crossed my legs to prevent him from going further, but inside of me I would have opened my thighs to make me feel my pussy instead of my thighs ... I felt that by now I was wetting my panties and the film flowed like my fantasies. - The desire was mounting and I wished I wasn't there and those fingers tormented my clitoris, penetrated me .... a two or three, the whole hand if it were possible!
-With my legs crossed offering him the thigh, I lean on my husband slightly raising a buttock, aware that this movement was a signal to encourage him to continue the exploration, he became bolder and always sheltered from my jacket, he palpated my thigh without restraint and the buttock, trying to stimulate the cut of the pussy through the barrier of pantyhose and panties, while I leaned against my husband I made a thousand efforts to remain impassive, when I wanted to scream the pleasure I was feeling.
The lights in the room come on for the end of the first part, I recompose myself and mask my emotions, I feel sticky between my thighs. Sometimes the most absurd decisions come into my mind, turning to my husband I tell him that I need to go to the toilet, I get up and step in front of the man, turning his back on him without looking at him.
I enter one of the bathrooms, I check my make-up, my cheeks are red with you, a few minutes go by ... nothing. I can't entertain myself much. "Ok bastard" I think, "if that's what you want" .. I return to a bathroom in a hurry I take off pantyhose and panties, which I put in my handbag, tear off the pantyhose at the height of the horse and wear them again.
“Get ready swine, did you want a slut? The bitch is coming ”and I return to the theater while the lights are dimming for the resumption of the show.
-The film resumes, I still have the smell of my wet pussy in my nostrils and I resume the posture I had previously, leaning against my husband with crossed legs. Here he is I feel the fingers on his thigh slowly rising, I want to fuck I would like to make everyone disappear, to stand in front of him with open legs widening the lips of the pussy and scream at him: "Look pig how you reduced me, now you have to slam me like a cow, you have to give me the dick and the cum in your balls !!! "
He goes up the thigh, with a pleased and excited taste when he realizes that I am naked underneath, that I am offering him her pussy. I feel my fingers on my bare skin and suffocate a shudder, my gaze fixed on the screen looking at nothing. The fingers reach the split of the pussy, linger inside the lips, having the effect of making me wet even more. I bite my lips so as not to betray myself, while my heart goes crazy and my nipples even hurt me from turgor, I feel that she puts her thumb in my pussy while with two fingers she slowly massages my clitoris, I have her pussy in her hand and I come closer still more to my husband by lifting a buttock to the side to make me rummage deeper.
I do not know how long that grueling movement lasted, the pig knew how to do it and while I was getting fingering, I dreamed of opening it up, of licking his chapel, his balls and receiving his sketch in the face and mouth while I cum in his hand.
And the orgasm comes from afar, ever closer, intense, liberating, I appeal to all my self-control to mask it with a long and innocent sigh .... I feel like a lake. The most troubled orgasm of my life, but also the most intense pleasure ever experienced. The lights come on again, I barely have time to see him from behind go away towards the exit.
Let's go home, go to the bathroom and take off my pantyhose, I see a business card fall to the ground… ..I never called that number ..
"It happened a few months ago - he tells me - - and I still can't understand how it could have happened to me! -
As you know, my husband and I do not have a particularly active social life, a bit of work and a bit of children, except for some sporadic outings with friends for a pizza, we have a rather slipper life.
Well, he arrived home that Saturday night and suddenly he invited me not to think about dinner because we would go out to eat something and then go to the cinema. To say that I was surprised is little, however I hurried to call my mother to bring her children and have the evening free.
The dinner I will tell you was nothing particularly striking to tell, if not the pleasure of being with my husband for a while as we were engaged to, so we had chosen our favorite restaurant, that of our first meetings. After the dinner we went back to the car and frankly my desire for wine, a bit of effect did it, not that I was drunk, but slightly euphoric yes.
Arriving at the multiplex, we parked the car and went to the entrance for tickets, my husband had chosen a film that at the time was very popular, winner of some oscars, but being in programming for several days, the room was not too crowded: we go to the places indicated on the tickets, around the center of the stalls and to reach our seats, as always happens, we force the spectators already seated, to get up to facilitate the passage.
Here something happened that annoyed me, although I must admit it caused me some unexpected disturbance. The man sitting in the seat next to mine, after allowing my husband to pass easily, made mine more difficult by forcing me almost to rub my body against hers. I must say that although he was undoubtedly a nice man, it annoyed me a little, smelling that the gesture was clearly done on purpose, to the point that I was going to ask my husband to reverse our seats, but then I gave up to avoid unpleasant and embarrassing explanations and I thought only of following the film that was about to begin ignoring what had just happened.
Dark in the room the images begin to flow on the screen and after a few minutes I feel a sharp movement at my side and the sound of keys falling on the floor
"Sorry, ma'am"
Turning to me and holding the coat against her legs, she lowers herself to retrieve the keys, at the moment I have not given any weight to her fumbling, but getting up to sit down after recovering the keys, I distinctly felt her hand that for a moment held me caressed the leg from the ankle to almost the thigh. Instinctively I pushed her away trying to be discreet for fear that my husband would notice and an uproar would break loose. I was definitely annoyed! But I confess that that contact, even if I didn't want to admit it, had left aftermath, in a few words it had troubled me and had taken me back in time.
-It happened at the time of university and on the crowded bus while I was returning home, a guy had repeatedly touched my back at the very beginning of the buttocks. - I was so excited that I didn't react and the only fear I had was that they noticed the nipples erected under the light dress I was wearing. As soon as I got into the house, I threw myself on the bed to flicker like a frenzy to calm the excitement.
Looking back on that fact, even at the moment in the darkness of the room, I still felt the same chills between my thighs, but I tried to get away from those thoughts to concentrate on the film.
A few minutes passed and I felt his leg press against mine, he wasn't giving me a break! As before, I moved my leg to avoid contact while at the same time giving him an irritated look, having no effect because he undaunted continued to stare at the screen. A few minutes of respite and he returns to the charge and I feel the pressure on his thigh again, but this time I feel that it is his hand! Instinctively I extend mine to grab it and move it but I obviously can't do it has more strength than me and suddenly it loosens up and takes advantage of my jacket folded in my lap as a shelter, begins to caress my hand, gently, in a very sensual way.
At that point I was starting to be confused and confused, he was undoubtedly a nice guy, but the situation that was being created was embarrassing, especially with my
rite side by side, but I felt that I was letting go of that unexpected contact, I'm certainly not a little santarellina but from here to be palpated by a stranger in a cinema we run!
The hand did not move and I was increasingly reluctant to want him to do it, the film was gradually becoming a contour, I was struggling to follow it and my concentration was slowly moving on that hand that pressed on my thigh and that it was increasingly authoritarian and brazen, also favored by the fact that the armchairs behind us were deserted.
Now she was literally palpating over my skirt, trying to get closer to the groin, even if the purpose was in vain given the position. I was starting to feel my pussy moisten, more a mental than physical excitement, I was beginning to wish that he dared more even though I was aware that, given the situation, it was very unlikely. But I was wrong.
The pig was playing with the hem of her skirt and stroking my thigh over the pantyhose, I instinctively crossed my legs to prevent him from going further, but inside of me I would have opened my thighs to make me feel my pussy instead of my thighs ... I felt that by now I was wetting my panties and the film flowed like my fantasies. - The desire was mounting and I wished I wasn't there and those fingers tormented my clitoris, penetrated me .... a two or three, the whole hand if it were possible!
-With my legs crossed offering him the thigh, I lean on my husband slightly raising a buttock, aware that this movement was a signal to encourage him to continue the exploration, he became bolder and always sheltered from my jacket, he palpated my thigh without restraint and the buttock, trying to stimulate the cut of the pussy through the barrier of pantyhose and panties, while I leaned against my husband I made a thousand efforts to remain impassive, when I wanted to scream the pleasure I was feeling.
The lights in the room come on for the end of the first part, I recompose myself and mask my emotions, I feel sticky between my thighs. Sometimes the most absurd decisions come into my mind, turning to my husband I tell him that I need to go to the toilet, I get up and step in front of the man, turning his back on him without looking at him.
I enter one of the bathrooms, I check my make-up, my cheeks are red with you, a few minutes go by ... nothing. I can't entertain myself much. "Ok bastard" I think, "if that's what you want" .. I return to a bathroom in a hurry I take off pantyhose and panties, which I put in my handbag, tear off the pantyhose at the height of the horse and wear them again.
“Get ready swine, did you want a slut? The bitch is coming ”and I return to the theater while the lights are dimming for the resumption of the show.
-The film resumes, I still have the smell of my wet pussy in my nostrils and I resume the posture I had previously, leaning against my husband with crossed legs. Here he is I feel the fingers on his thigh slowly rising, I want to fuck I would like to make everyone disappear, to stand in front of him with open legs widening the lips of the pussy and scream at him: "Look pig how you reduced me, now you have to slam me like a cow, you have to give me the dick and the cum in your balls !!! "
He goes up the thigh, with a pleased and excited taste when he realizes that I am naked underneath, that I am offering him her pussy. I feel my fingers on my bare skin and suffocate a shudder, my gaze fixed on the screen looking at nothing. The fingers reach the split of the pussy, linger inside the lips, having the effect of making me wet even more. I bite my lips so as not to betray myself, while my heart goes crazy and my nipples even hurt me from turgor, I feel that she puts her thumb in my pussy while with two fingers she slowly massages my clitoris, I have her pussy in her hand and I come closer still more to my husband by lifting a buttock to the side to make me rummage deeper.
I do not know how long that grueling movement lasted, the pig knew how to do it and while I was getting fingering, I dreamed of opening it up, of licking his chapel, his balls and receiving his sketch in the face and mouth while I cum in his hand.
And the orgasm comes from afar, ever closer, intense, liberating, I appeal to all my self-control to mask it with a long and innocent sigh .... I feel like a lake. The most troubled orgasm of my life, but also the most intense pleasure ever experienced. The lights come on again, I barely have time to see him from behind go away towards the exit.
Let's go home, go to the bathroom and take off my pantyhose, I see a business card fall to the ground… ..I never called that number ..
