As someone here used to say, I didn't, but my mouth did.
Allan knew I was going through some tough stuff, and even though he have me space like I had asked, he still called or sent me a text here and there. Not too much, and not too little. He knew I wanted to see the new movie Death on The Nile, and said he got off of work a little early, and there was an early showing and asked if I wanted to go. I needed to get out so I said yes.
We were the only ones in the theater when the previews started and I told him about a time when men and my friends saw a Tuesday showing of Jumanji (with Dwayne Johnson) and we had the whole theater to ourselves. I thought it was going to be like that for us, but one other person ended up coming in. He sat two rows up, but in the middle, where we sat on the end.
The movie started and I was into it immediately trying to pay attention details to see if I could keep up with detective Hercule Poirot, I have not read the book, so it was all new for me. I was picking up on everything, and then it happened. The Riva boat.
I wanted to be on that boat. Naked on that boat. Giving and receiving pleasure on that boat. I became very aware of his presence, his shoulder touching mine, the way he smelled, even when he moved to eat some popcorn. I found myself thinking about something I had read early (thank you MJ) and I started getting really hot. I had my hand tucked between my legs and I was rubbing my thighs together wondering he'd be up for the adventure.
I took a move out of my own book and like I had done to him in the bar, leaned over to him and told him "I want to suck your dick."
He just looked at me and said nothing, and in his silence I slowly slid put of my seat and tucked myself between his legs. He didnt help with his button or zipper other than to raise his hips to make it easier. I tugged his pants down enough that I could reach in and fish him out, and then wasted no time licking and kissing him up and down. Felt him grow in my mouth, but I think he was already half way there because he's got a thing for Gal Gadot.
I loved the way he felt in my mouth, the way he squeezed me with his legs, his hand on my head. I kept looking up at him to see his head roll back. I couldnt hear him moaning or anything because between the theater volume and I assume his wanted to keep quite because of that other guy there, but I could watch his chest rise and fall with deep breaths. I ran one hand up and down his body under his shirt while the other assisted my mouth. I could tell by his hips moving that he was getting ready and i just held my mouth on him until he let go and filled it up. I sucked and nursed on him swallowing everything until he started pushing me away.
I slowly got up and took my seat next to him while he got his pants back on. I chased his load down with a couple gulps of cherry Pepsi. I leaned heavy against him and watched the rest of the movie in silence.
After the movie he dropped me off and I told him I wanted to be alone, and thanked him for bringing mentor the movie.