At the movies and beyond...

I offer readers a story from the category of real ones, where the location, as well as the characters and their names, have been changed.

Today, I'm going to the movies with my tender little girl, Irishka. She chose the film, a love story. Today she is dressed wonderfully, a short skirt, a blouse, little shoes. We're watching the film, a very erotic moment—the lovers are kissing and heading to the bedroom. The film is nearing its end, time for us to have some fun too; we'll get to my apartment soon, in about an hour we'll be enjoying each other's company. Eating something tasty 🙂

A spicy moment—Irishka's hand quickly moves over my jeans, slips under the belt; from such movements, I get hard. The theater is half-empty, some couple is sitting in an embrace down below—they're clearly not paying attention to us. The zipper slides down—this is clearly a forbidden zone 🙂 On the screen, there are some nighttime scenes, it's dark in the theater, my cock is already sticking out of the fly of my pants, tender lips descend onto it, a few movements, and it wouldn't take long to cum. The scene changed, the theater fills with light, you pull away. We look at the couple down below; the guy is clearly more interested in his girlfriend's breasts than the movie. He whispers something in her ear—no, she likes the film more. We exchanged glances, funny, we were probably like that once too. A whisper in the ear:

— I want you.

Yes, I wouldn't mind continuing what we started either, I kiss my companion passionately, her little tongue won't leave me alone. She smiles:

— Let's do it here.

That would be great, but it only seems to work out in movies. She slips her hand into the small pocket on my jeans—there's usually a condom there for emergencies, it's empty; the last emergency was yesterday, after breakfast with your parents, they got a call and were invited to some meeting.

I press you against me, my cock presses against your lower belly, I lift your little skirt, now it presses against the bottom of your panties, I move the panties aside. There's clearly extra moisture on the thin fabric. Irishka got really turned on back in the theater. Now a very important question:

— Where?

She doesn't like to take unnecessary risks, a barely audible answer follows:

— Not there.

Then it's clear. A few quick movements, my pants are off, your panties are in my pocket. My girlfriend quickly takes the cock into her mouth and makes a few movements, wetting my friend. She turns her back and leans against the toilet tank. Two appetizing holes—I push a finger into the lower one, then a second one, everything is flowing. A few movements with my tongue, and more, delicious. Ira is impatient, well then. I lubricate the ring of her ass, Irishka spreads it with both hands—clever girl. I position my weapon, press, it slips into you. You need to get used to it, I pause. With my fingers, I touch her pussy, gently moving over the slippery lips.

Okay, I start moving, first slowly, then faster, you want it deeper—I move closer. Some sound—someone came in, your ass tightens, I don't move so as not to hurt you. Characteristic sounds in the restroom, the noise of flushing water, and we're alone again.

I make a few movements, my girlfriend is breathing heavily, our juices are running down her white legs. Her sighs are heard, incoherent words—deeper, more, I increase the speed, now my darling isn't shy with words, she knows it excites me—asks to take it deeper, f**k harder. A few more movements, my cock has become rock-hard, I don't want to hurt my girl, her ass moves towards me, presses against me, a sharp thrust, another thrust, you exhale sharply, meaning you came, you bend over even more, I accelerate my movements, a few more thrusts, my lover has bent over and is looking between her legs, I cum, feeling the hot sperm shooting somewhere deep inside. Her ass presses closer again, I carefully pull out my friend.

Sperm flows out of the neat little hole, thick, flowing slowly. I take a tissue from your purse and carefully wipe it. There's a blush on your cheeks, and it's still leaking from your ass. We tidy ourselves up. We carefully exit the stall, already in the corridor, we don't meet anyone on the way, we peacefully head out for a walk, and then to my place.

P.S. I await your feedback on this work: timоthyn@mаil.ru.