As always there was a dilemma about what to wear and I ended up opting for the dress I wanted to wear to the club which was very short, tight and a little see through with a fur coat to cover it. Our night turned into a weekend in a way but it was broken up into little segments, like a meal.
We made our way up the stairs to the back row of the movie theatre. I held my coat closed around my body, covering up the short see through dress, feeling over dressed in this room full of people wearing sloppy joes and comfy jeans. The smell of popcorn filled my nose and the sound of lolly packets being ripped open was all around us as we took our seats in the very back row.
As the lights of the theatre dimmed we became immersed in the movie. It was a rare thing for us to actually go to the movies. I was determined not to waste the treat. The relief and excitement of being out in the world by ourselves made us like teenagers. We giggled and kissed, focussing entirely on each other.
Jake stroked my thighs softly but I still kept my knees crossed. One of my hands nestled against the top of Jake's belt. I tried to slip my hand under his shirt so that I could feel the warm skin underneath.
Quickly I glanced to my side at the girls sitting down the row from us. They were absorbed in the movie and oblivious to everything else around them. I thought to myself, 'Of course they are not looking at us. Why would they?'
The action on the screen grabbed my attention and I got lost in the story of the movie for a short while but I kept my hand on Jake's cock. I thought about the little joke I had with him earlier about giving him a head job in the movies. We always talked about these things, but talking about them safe and snug in bed is quite different from kneeling down in front of your husband in a full movie theatre to suck his cock.