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It happened makes about fourteen or fifteen months A couple of weeks I had finished my long and intense relationship with John, thought would never be able to touch another man again to let another man touch me my, I thought that was second to none and that was not even worth trying.

. Since all my friends were working or on vacation, I decided to go myself to the movies was one of those calurosísimos days of August in Madrid, and the clothes he wore was fully in line with that as extreme heat, hitting so strength and that made even his white shirt knotted in the gut, to the navel, the black satin skirt with tiny red and white flowers, and white sandals left over me as if the heat traspasándolas own wish through it and kiss his lips my whole body.

At stop receiving pleasure that John gave me time and again throughout the two years of our relationship, had to look outside objects or moments they developed my pleasurable, such as the sun caressed me with their warm rays feelings when I lay naked in the garden of my house; unannounced rain raged and I all wet clothes and fell over his face, cold; grass feeling my body when I went to the pools and hide in a corner behind some bushes that only I knew and had never spoken to John, I’ll never know why, …

So, that day was so hot that somehow I feel something excited, to feel the heat through my clothes and into my body. I got into a theater of the Gran Via, to try that day, which was predicted as long as the rest without John, prove somewhat shorter, although the film there offered was not an example of entertainment: ” The Father Bride&quot ;. ” Anything goes ” I thought.I asked row 12, seat 3; ie about five rows back of the room, and rather close to the wall, where there was usually John and I sat because it was more intimate; but that day I asked for that I wanted to mourn in solitude.

But when I went to take my place, I noticed another man, probably also looking for the tranquility of the back rows had requested the seat next to mine. At first I thought relocate because there was barely fifteen or twenty people in the room, but seeing the smile of the man could not help but sit in my place, revealing the ticket so I could see that he had no strange intention . His smile was friendly and amazed the time. That kindness made me feel that he did not mean any harm, but that look of amazement made me feel crossed by his gaze, going up and down my legs to my face and my face to my legs.

It took about fifteen minutes before the start of the film and did not cross us not even a word. It was a silence of complicity. The two remained silent, but there was something that kept us away for not passing the trouble. When the lights finally dimmed and the movie started, so I uncrossed my legs and pull it forward as something more relaxed thinking would be that crappy movie and how long would bear.

They had just spent about thirty minutes when I felt my hand man dropped something on the floor next to my foot. Stooping to pick it up he found himself face to face with my bare feet. Not what went through your head at that time, only that he could not avoid touching them with his hand. I got scared and started feet leaping back into the seat and putting tense. ” I’m sorry, forgive me ” I whispered. I do not answer, because that hand feeling so warm, so soft and firm at a time, made just would listen to his words of apology.

It was five or ten minutes, in absolute stillness and silence, staring at the screen, but without seeing or hearing anything that was happening in that movie, yet fully immersed in the feeling that the hand had made me feel. Then, suddenly, he returned to get close to my ear; then if I clearly heard what he said and made me shiver in my seat: ” I’m sorry, I can not help if you do not, please get up and sit in another seat&quot ;.

I was stuck in my room, I did not stay but did not want to leave … I could not forget that hand. Cross your legs and trying to show that she was not sure and thinking that maybe so I leave them alone. But no, I felt her hand closer to me again, this time to the knee, clutched though not forced me to separate the legs. I put my arms on the armrests and grab me strongly not to show any sign of pleasure, but let your hands follow knee, stroking, twisting his hand in circles, each time were longer, more and climbed above by my hips, which is increasingly closer to my body. My heart started beating ever louder, and deep warmth pervaded my whole body, beginning the stomach and spreading throughout the body. He felt that hand with such intensity, with such depth, and that heat pounding on my body, my breathing started to become more intense and I was not able to keep moisture out of my body, accentuating my excitement and making and see that this was inevitable; even though the two were still staring at the screen as if it were the most normal thing in the world what we were doing.

He kept rubbing my legs, up and down, without even knowing what I was feeling, but with no intention of asking. Suddenly the hand began to rise, slowly, touching my finger only, rising, rising … Far from stopping to get my body kept going until his shirt and began to unbuckle first knot, then buttons, one by one, very slowly, suggesting my breasts firm and hard because of the excitement I felt. His hand felt both breasts, first one, then two. That made him noticed my excitement and my increasingly deep breath and decided to still stroking harder, returning to hand down to my legs and separating. Again his hand started from the knee, and was rising slowly. I increasingly harder to armrest, my body felt more and more excited, more humid … he kept up his hand higher and higher, closer, …. until he came to my body. She pushed aside her panties and began to feel with your fingers, found herself completely surrendered to him, he had no intention of running away. Continuous touching, rubbing his fingers, using my fingers to get me wet tightly. Suddenly he knelt in front of me, was not willing to single seat cinema will enjoy the sweet moisture, pulled me toward him and away again my panties began to lick gently, up, down, up, down, …

I was very excited, I felt that at any moment it was going to end up with an amazing orgasm, and lift my foot to his penis, rubbing it through his jeans. He undid his pants, downloading them next to slip knee, but still lick, and I kept rubbing his penis hard and long, with increasing force.

The excitement of both was reaching the limit, and orgasm was about to arrive, so he decided to stop, even closer to him and penetrate his penis, pushing so hard that I could not avoid a groan of pleasure. I felt invaded, which completely filled me with his penis, that rubbing around inside me making the whole body is put tense and relax each time he came and went. The increasingly steady rhythm was faster and faster, until the two began to move very quickly, and pushing as hard as possible to the other. Orgasm came quickly, was intense throughout, throughout the body, I shuddered and arched my body still feeling pleasure louder inside my body. It was spectacular.

At no time in that situation I came to remind John that orgasm made me forget. I left the theater without knowing the name of the man, without even saying goodbye; reliving in my thoughts every one of the steps that had so enjoyed.