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“A purple potato!”
“I don’t care what fucking color it is, it fucking hurts. You don’t throw stuff at people!” He still acts like he’s going to hit Emmerson, and I’m not having that. We’re lovers, not fighters. Big lovers. I start pulling O’s arm in the direction of the movie theater.
“Let it go, O. We’ve got a movie to catch.” I look over my shoulder to Emmerston. “And you. I’ll be having a conversation with your wife about your behavior. Really? Throwing produce? You bet I’m going to find out all the gossip about you from Frieda and Patterson.”
At least he pales a little.
“Fucking hell, I did not see that coming,” O says, still rubbing his head.
“Well, you should have.”
“I should have?”
“The fair! The fortune teller! Look out for the purple potato!”
He stares at me for so long I think I’ve actually broken him. Then he mumbles something about that old hag surely being a charlatan and this all being a big old coincidence before we enter the movies.
Inwardly laughing, I figure the fortune teller wasn’t wrong at all. We did run into someone from the past and her head did kind of roll, and now O had to watch out for the purple potato after all.
We settle on a deal where I get to pick the movie and O gets to pick the snacks. Knowing that O has a sweet tooth just like me makes this a win-win situation anyway. I pick out the most sappy romantic movie I can find, and O fills up a bag with sweets and gets us drinks.
He guides us to one of the quietest corners of the theater. I don’t know why, because there’s literally nobody here, and we could probably just take the better seats right in front of the screen, but hey, the man just had a purple potato thrown against his head - maybe some bolts became unscrewed in the process.
I fill myself up with sugar before the commercials are even finished, and I remind myself to go to the movies more often. Binging sugar is one of my favorite pastimes.
O is helping me devour our stack of candy, and when the movie starts, he wraps his arm around my shoulder. The amount of times I imagined this exact thing happening when I was a teenager is so high it’d probably be embarrassing. But I’m also squealing because I'm living the dream.
Right when the real movie is starting, O latches his mouth to my neck and sucks the sensitive spot beneath my ear. I try to focus on what’s happening on the screen, but damn, my man has moves and he knows what I like, making it impossible not to give in to it.
Trying to pull away, I tell him we’re supposed to watch the movie. All that earns me is a sarcastic ‘Hmm’ before he moves on to kissing my collarbone. I can feel myself getting wet, and it annoys me a bit how little it takes for him to get me going.
A moan leaves my mouth when he licks the little hollow beneath my throat, and I’m rubbing my thighs against each other in order to find some friction.
“You were never going to let me watch the movie, were you?” I whisper. It’s not like the room is full, but there are other people there as well.
“Hmm,” he answers again.
One of his hands glides up over my leg, his thumb rubbing circles and working its way up. I know exactly where this is going to go, and hell if I will let him set the rules.
Without overthinking what I’m doing, or maybe a little high because of a sugar rush, I’m putting my hands on his pants. Unbuttoning them and pulling his zipper down, I fondle him over his boxer briefs. I don’t waste any time getting his dick out, bending forward, and letting my tongue circle his dick.
O sucks in a gulp of air in surprise, his hand grabbing my breast while he seeks out my nipple. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking on the tip, already tasting a salty bead of pre-cum there. Somehow I have a feeling I’m catching him by surprise by going along with his little sex in public plan. He just shouldn’t underestimate me, I’m a pro now. Well, sometimes.
Taking him all the way to the back of my throat, I get my hand into the action and stroke him in time with the movement of my mouth. Hollowing my cheeks, I start bobbing my head at an excruciatingly slow pace. I’m taking my time going up and down his shaft, letting my tongue circle his head every time I move up.
Muffled moans come from O, who wraps a hand in my hair, but doesn’t apply any pressure. When I look up, I try to see his face, but the darkness of the movie theater makes it hard to see anything but his outlines. Whenever there’s a bright part of the movie, I can see some of him. His eyes seem to be closed, and his mouth hangs open in extacy.
I keep my pace going, stroking him at the base of his dick at the same time. When I seriously suck the tip of his cock in my mouth and give it a little extra, I hear him softly saying ‘fuck’.
I don’t really know what happens logistically, but suddenly my head is pulled off of O’s dick, I’m being pushed up in my seat again and O is on his knees in front of me.
He grabs my legs and lays them over his shoulders one by one. Grabbing my ass with both his hands, he pulls me to the front of the chair. My sundress gets hitched up and pools around my waist. O wastes no time in pulling my panties aside, leaning forward and slamming his dick inside of me.
I gasp.
Him leaning forward makes my legs bend back, getting me in some sort of pretzel-position. Maybe I’m bendy after all. The angle in which he sticks his cock in me is divine though.
Being folded in two, having a cock inside of me, inside a movie theater where other people are,is kind of nuts. O doesn’t move though. He brings his face to mine and kisses me silly. Kissing O will never stop making my heart beat faster. The loss I feel when he takes his lips off mine might be a little extreme, but I really like kissing him.
