Hope springs eternal
When I arrived at the theater I would quickly scan the parking lot and some times I would be pleasantly surprised. I was recalling {and missing} one of the couples that used to play at the theater with me. I only saw them a handful of times on weekend mornings. They would arrive shortly after opening in a mini-van with out of state plates, park in the front and immediately come into the theater. She was always dressed the same; a long blue denim wrap around skirt, a light colored button up shirt and tennis shoes. She was slender and a medium heigth with shorter hair-we called her the librarian and one would never expect that she had a sensual and exciting side to her. He was medium, medium and medium, not particularly notable but we gave him the benefit of the doubt as he escorted her to the theater. They bought their tickets and hurried into the theater, not tarrying with casual conversation-in fact I do not remember him ever having spoken. They would always sit about a quarter of the way down, she in one row, he in the row behind her. As soon as seated, he would reach over and beging to unbutton her blouse from behind her. She was braless and had small attractive breasts with long nipples, already erect as she was exposed. She arranged her skirt so that it would unwrap and open itself to unveil her legs and pubic hair. They were now ready to play.
I slid into the chair next to her with my pants unzipped and cock exposed. A friend of mine sat down in the row ahead of us, turning in his seat to watch us. I reached over and began to play with her breasts and nipples, which apparently seemed sensative. She opened her legs and when I slid my hand down between them, I could feel the wetness as I spread her lips and rubbed her prominent clit. After a few strokes, I asked "May I?" and when she nodded ascent, I got upon my knees in front of her and placed my head between her thighs. She moved herself towards me, rubbing herself against my face and I was soon licking her. Someone had moved into the chair on the other side of her and was playing with her breasts. She had one hand around the back of my head and if I lessened pressure with my mouth, she would thrust her hips into me while pulling me against her-she was enjoying the oral attention. She was well wet and tasted so good that I was enjoying myself as much as she was. After a short period, she gave me the pull on the shoulders and back of my head, indicating she was ready to move on. I started to rise to my feet and she said "Thank you" to which I replied "No, THANK YOU". She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her as I stood, took my cock in her hot wet mouth and proceeded to give me a most enjoyable blowjob. Her husband was leaning over the back of her chair, playing with her breasts and putting his head next to hers for a clear view of her ministrations to my erect cock. Before long I felt the rising from my balls and I told her " I feel it coming, its coming, that is so good." She did not change her motions, keeping up the movements that had brought me to that point and soon I was announcing to her "Yes, there it is, its coming, here it comes" and then just a moan as I released into her mouth. As I started to sit back down, my legs weak, she again said "Thank you" and this time I said "No really, Thank You." As I was resting for a moment, I noticed her husband had stood up, exited the row and moved towards that back. I thought the session might be over but it turns out that he was scouting for any additional cock for his wife, particularly a black male or two.
As I had previously enjoyed this couple I knew of their preference for black males. I had seen white males penetrate her but her husband always insited that they wear a condom, while black males were allowed to fuck her unwrapped, so that they could fill her cunt with cum which her husband would lick out of her. He soon led a black male back and that male entered the row and took my place. No cuddling for me, no basking in the afterglow, they were ready to move on to the next. I freely gave up my place and left for the bathroom. I stopped to talk to the ticket taker who wanted a description and recounting of my experience. I told him only that yes, they were playing, like all the other times they had been there. When I went back in I sat in the row behind and watched her get on her knees in her chair, the long skirt pulled up over her hips and the male enter her and started to thrust. She became vocal and moaned. Her husband leaned over next to her and may have been kissing her, I just don't recall. But it became apparent that the black male was approaching his orgasm as his thrusts became harder until he came inside of her. As he stepped back, another white male moved to take his place but the husband said no. There was another black male and the husband indicated that he could go next. For whatever reason, that man was not interested in participating, shaking his head no. Since there were no more black males available, he spoke to his wife and said "Lets move." So she quickly pulled her shirt together, arranged her skirt and then got up and moved down the row towards the aisle. But instead of turning left to the exit, she turned right and walked down the aisle to the first row of seats. In front of those seats was approximately 10-15 feet until the screen. She found a seat in the middle of the row and sat down, rearranged her skirt to open it again and her husband quickly kneeled in front of her and began to claim his reward. I sat next to her and stroked myself as I watched him. Several times I tried to give him encouragment telling him to " eat that cum" and "taste her fucked pussy". Whether he heard me or not with her thighs tightly wrapped around his ears I do not know. Neither acknowledged me and it was apparent that the whole purpose of their trip was for this moment....her husband tasting the leavings of her black lover.
I certainly did not want to be seen as rude but I did think that they might enjoy some privacy as it was obvious that they had reached the point where they didn't care if any one else was there or not. I left my place and exited the theater, meeting in the lobby the black male who had provided the enjoyment for them. He asked me if I was familiar with them, how often they visited and if they ever left with anyone. I answered "Yes, sporadically, and not that I had ever seen."
Shortly the couple came out of the theater and moved towards the door. I nodded to them and wanting to be polite I told them " Thank you. That was very enjoyable." But they did not respond, got into their vehicle and left. I do not remember seeing them again altho I did receive reports that they had visited again and those visits were copies of this one. I have thought of them often and wonder if they still enjoyed their playdates. It was people like them that provided the hope each time I visited the theater and people like them who kept me coming back.
I slid into the chair next to her with my pants unzipped and cock exposed. A friend of mine sat down in the row ahead of us, turning in his seat to watch us. I reached over and began to play with her breasts and nipples, which apparently seemed sensative. She opened her legs and when I slid my hand down between them, I could feel the wetness as I spread her lips and rubbed her prominent clit. After a few strokes, I asked "May I?" and when she nodded ascent, I got upon my knees in front of her and placed my head between her thighs. She moved herself towards me, rubbing herself against my face and I was soon licking her. Someone had moved into the chair on the other side of her and was playing with her breasts. She had one hand around the back of my head and if I lessened pressure with my mouth, she would thrust her hips into me while pulling me against her-she was enjoying the oral attention. She was well wet and tasted so good that I was enjoying myself as much as she was. After a short period, she gave me the pull on the shoulders and back of my head, indicating she was ready to move on. I started to rise to my feet and she said "Thank you" to which I replied "No, THANK YOU". She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her as I stood, took my cock in her hot wet mouth and proceeded to give me a most enjoyable blowjob. Her husband was leaning over the back of her chair, playing with her breasts and putting his head next to hers for a clear view of her ministrations to my erect cock. Before long I felt the rising from my balls and I told her " I feel it coming, its coming, that is so good." She did not change her motions, keeping up the movements that had brought me to that point and soon I was announcing to her "Yes, there it is, its coming, here it comes" and then just a moan as I released into her mouth. As I started to sit back down, my legs weak, she again said "Thank you" and this time I said "No really, Thank You." As I was resting for a moment, I noticed her husband had stood up, exited the row and moved towards that back. I thought the session might be over but it turns out that he was scouting for any additional cock for his wife, particularly a black male or two.
As I had previously enjoyed this couple I knew of their preference for black males. I had seen white males penetrate her but her husband always insited that they wear a condom, while black males were allowed to fuck her unwrapped, so that they could fill her cunt with cum which her husband would lick out of her. He soon led a black male back and that male entered the row and took my place. No cuddling for me, no basking in the afterglow, they were ready to move on to the next. I freely gave up my place and left for the bathroom. I stopped to talk to the ticket taker who wanted a description and recounting of my experience. I told him only that yes, they were playing, like all the other times they had been there. When I went back in I sat in the row behind and watched her get on her knees in her chair, the long skirt pulled up over her hips and the male enter her and started to thrust. She became vocal and moaned. Her husband leaned over next to her and may have been kissing her, I just don't recall. But it became apparent that the black male was approaching his orgasm as his thrusts became harder until he came inside of her. As he stepped back, another white male moved to take his place but the husband said no. There was another black male and the husband indicated that he could go next. For whatever reason, that man was not interested in participating, shaking his head no. Since there were no more black males available, he spoke to his wife and said "Lets move." So she quickly pulled her shirt together, arranged her skirt and then got up and moved down the row towards the aisle. But instead of turning left to the exit, she turned right and walked down the aisle to the first row of seats. In front of those seats was approximately 10-15 feet until the screen. She found a seat in the middle of the row and sat down, rearranged her skirt to open it again and her husband quickly kneeled in front of her and began to claim his reward. I sat next to her and stroked myself as I watched him. Several times I tried to give him encouragment telling him to " eat that cum" and "taste her fucked pussy". Whether he heard me or not with her thighs tightly wrapped around his ears I do not know. Neither acknowledged me and it was apparent that the whole purpose of their trip was for this moment....her husband tasting the leavings of her black lover.
I certainly did not want to be seen as rude but I did think that they might enjoy some privacy as it was obvious that they had reached the point where they didn't care if any one else was there or not. I left my place and exited the theater, meeting in the lobby the black male who had provided the enjoyment for them. He asked me if I was familiar with them, how often they visited and if they ever left with anyone. I answered "Yes, sporadically, and not that I had ever seen."
Shortly the couple came out of the theater and moved towards the door. I nodded to them and wanting to be polite I told them " Thank you. That was very enjoyable." But they did not respond, got into their vehicle and left. I do not remember seeing them again altho I did receive reports that they had visited again and those visits were copies of this one. I have thought of them often and wonder if they still enjoyed their playdates. It was people like them that provided the hope each time I visited the theater and people like them who kept me coming back.
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