A movie date

"You know what?" I said. "I want to go see a movie."

"Oh, that sounds fun." Ashley looked a bit surprised at my answer.

"You were expecting something else?"

"I was expecting something naughty." She wiggled her eyebrows.

I laughed. "We'll get seats at the very back just in case the movie sucks." I gave her a not-so-subtle wink.

"I like the way you think, Love. Let's do it."

As it turned out, the movie did suck. The actors were terrible, the plot was incomprehensible in spite of every bit of dialogue being nothing but expository, and the main characters had about as much romantic chemistry as a ham sandwich and a monster truck tire.

But I was enjoying myself, specifically because I had stopped paying attention to the movie as soon as I realized how bad it was. Instead I was focused on Ashley. My right arm was slung across her shoulders, and my hand was down the front of her top groping her amazingly soft breast. She had decided to wear a normal pair of jeans but also the "LOVE" tube top she got yesterday. This made her chest very easy to access.

She wasn't the only one getting a good deal, her hand was fondling and idly rubbing my stiff rod, which she had removed from my pants almost as soon as she started groping it. This whole situation made the movie much more bearable, as did our occasional snarky comments about what was happening. There weren't many people in the theater, and those that were in it were down in lower rows, leaving us alone to basically enjoy ourselves in spite of the mediocrity.

We were an hour into the movie by now, and she had begun to fondle me about a half an hour in, which was the exact moment we both realized how bad the movie was. I hadn't cum yet, but Ashley wasn't really trying to make me, I could tell. It felt incredible, and made the time go by much more quickly

"Oh, that's a cute top." Ashley whispered beside me. The female lead of the movie, a very thin actress whose name escaped me at the time, was wearing a scoop-neck shirt. If the actress had breasts as large as Ashley's, there would be considerable cleavage on show right now. My cock twitched slightly as I imagined Ashley in that top.

"I think you'd kill people in that top." I replied. "Heart-attacks and rubber-necking accidents galore."

Ashley giggled. "Sounds fun. We need to find me a shirt like that."

My mind was wandering now, I began to fantasize about Ashley going through the grocery store wearing that shirt. Everytime she moved the silk fabric would slide around her torso and occasionally cause a nipple to free itself through the plunging neckline.

"You're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" Ashley asked seductively and made her hand motions more deliberate and intense.

"Well this movie is awful. The movie in my head is much better."

She chuckled and pushed her chest out more, urging me to make my own hand movements more intense. "Just imagine it, me walking around, my boobs bouncing all over, all those guys staring at me. But they see you next to me and know that I'm all yours. Maybe I'm even wearing a collar with your name on it."

The thought was alluring, imagining her announcing my ownership of her to the world around her. Letting the universe know how lucky I was to have such a cool and sexy girl at my side.

"Shit, Ash, how did I manage to luck out and get a girl like you to fall in love with me?" I couldn't see her face but I could tell she blushed.

"Shut the fuck up you schmooze." She replied sheepishly. Seemingly as punishment for embarrassing her, she stroked me even harder. Hard enough that I made a small groan of pleasure and lightly pinched her nipple between my fingers.

She squeaked at the pinch and nuzzled her head into my chest a bit more. With my eyes closed I was now imagining that we were at the supermarket again, this time with a group of people watching us go about our business while I had my hand down her top squeezing her breast like I was now. In my mind's eye nobody was reacting in the realistic way which would have been to be disgusted or offended, instead they all looked at us with jealousy.

I was nearing climax, and was suddenly worried about making a mess. I didn't envy the work of the movie theater attendants, and I definitely didn't want to make their job any more unpleasant. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the back of ashley's head with my free hand and pulled it down into my lap. I felt the familiar and wonderful feeling of my cock sliding between her lips and into her mouth, and that was what brought me over the edge.

I began erupting into her mouth. Unlike usual, she wasn't moaning, perhaps because of the noise it would make, but she was still swallowing loudly, making sure I could hear every single one.

Gulp, gulp, gulp... Not wanting to make this easy on her, I pinched her nipple again. She responded with a soft squeak and started to moan before cutting herself off as she swallowed. Slurp, gulp...

Once my ejaculation had finally finished, she pulled herself off of my glistening rod and gave me a knowing look. "I know what you were trying to do there, Love." She said, giving me a pouting look with lips that had a bit of my spunk dripping from them. She licked her lips clean giving one last swallow before smiling at me.

"Well, I just wanted to make it fun."

She rolled her eyes and leaned down again. She began to gently lick my shaft over and over, which was a pleasant feeling on my extra-sensitive member.

I would cum one more time before the movie was over, and after the movie was done we left the movie theater, hand-in-hand, and made our way across the parking lot.

"You know," I began, "I don't think I'd ever see the day when I'd say that I just had the best movie-going experience to the worst movie I've ever seen."

Ashley giggled cutely and kissed my cheek. "I know, that flick was atrocious. I feel like last-minute twists in movies that have absolutely no set-up whatsoever should be classified as a war-crime."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the exaggeration. "Yeah, I agree. This one did have a set up though."

"Really?"

"Yeah, remember the coffee mug at the beginning?"

Ashley's beautiful blue-green eyes opened wide for a moment. "Oh fuck that, that doesn't count."

I chuckled a little. "Yeah I guess not. It's not like you could have deduced the ending with it."

"Not at all."

We both got into the car. "What should we do now?" I asked as I started the car and began to pull out of my parking space.

"I dunno. I kinda just want to go home." Ashley said sullenly. "Seriously, that movie bummed me out."

"Well, why don't we pick up pizza on the way back?"

"You, Love of my life, have just saved my night."

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. We ate our pizza and then spent the night drafting up a character for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign that Ashley suddenly wanted to start.