Go see a movie

You and Jennifer decide to go watch a movie to kill some time, hoping your mom feels better soon.

As you are waiting in line to buy your tickets you see an airman from another flight that just graduated, not wearing his hat outside. Almost instinctively you yell out, “Airmain, where is your cover!”

While he fumbles around trying to get his hat on, Jennifer grabs your arm even tighter and pulls her body against you. An older couple in front of you turns around and laughs at the guy who finally gets his hat on straight. The husband is kind of a chubby dumpy looking guy, but the wife is a straight milf.

When you get into the theater you find a row towards the back with 3 empty seats. Jennifer sits nearest the wall. A few minutes later you see the couple from the line looking for seats. Unfortunately for them the theater is packed. The wife sit next to you and the husband grabs a seat a few rows up. As the wife sits down she looks over at you, smiles, and jokes, “don’t worry I brought my hat.”

You all three laugh.

A few minutes into the movie you see a piece of popcorn fall in Jennifer’s cleavage. You reach in to grab it and she doesn’t seems bothered by it. She doesn’t even look away from the screen; it was as if you were only brushing popcorn off her knee or something equally innocent.

Eventually your cock is straining so hard against your pants, you have to adjust. As you did, you glance over and see another kernel had made its way between her breasts. I reach over and get a curt slap for your efforts. “No more hands,” she said.

You put your hands in my lap and watch the movie. Out of the corner of your eye I see her staring at you. You look over at her and she nodded down to her chest, where a few extra kernels had fallen. She nods again, as if asking you to get them. “I thought you said-”

“I said no hands. I didn’t say anything about your mouth,” she says.

Your boner practically rips through your pants. You lean forward, lowering your face into her cleavage to grab the popcorn with your lips and eat it. She gives you a satisfactory nod and goes back to watching the movie.

A few moment later you feel a hand slide across your thigh and to the tightly pitched tent in your lap. In the flicker of the movie screen you see her grin, but otherwise didn’t pull her attention away from the screen. She grabbed the large soda between us and moved it to the cup holder on her side, then lifted the cup holder that separated our chairs. She placed our popcorn bucket on the floor and rubs the front of your pants.

Even through your pants, it feels amazing. By now you have become brave and horny enough to slip your hand underneath her skirt so you can feel her warm skin. Your fingers brush across a tiny piece of fabric. After some exploration, you deduce she is wearing a g-string thong.

If she has any objection to your exploratory groping, she doesn’t show it. Her attention was completely directed at the movie screen. It didn’t take long before Jennifer’s legs tense up and begin to shake. You watch her back arch and felt her nails dig into your thighs. She covers her mouth with one hand, while the other mercilessly rub your package through your pants.

Once Jennifer had catches her breath, she reaches over and undoes your belt.

“Are you wearing panties?” she says slightly louder than a whisper.

You freeze.

“What kind of Air **** hussies have you been cheating on me with?”

She pushes you in the arm and you bang up against the milf sitting next to you.

You are starting to freak out, when the milf puts her hand on your knees and leans over towards Jennifer. “It’s just a hazing thing. They make all the new recruits do it during graduation.” She whispers to Jennifer.

You gulp, not knowing what is coming next. Meanwhile, you swear the fabric on your pants and the panties is going to give away if you get any more turned on.

A silence fills the theater and she leans over and whispered to both of you, “I’d like you to show them to me.”

“Why do you want to see them?” Jennifer asks blushing a little.

“Been a while since I’ve seen a fine young man like him in real-life. You saw my husband.” She looks over towards him. “I love him to ****, but man what a bore.”

Her hand was still on your thigh and she rubs it lightly. “Used to work here many, many years ago. If you want some privacy, get up 30 seconds after I leave and follow me.” The tension is building as she finally leans back. She then gets up and walks towards the exit, kissing her husband on top of his head on her way out.

You lean over to Jennifer and ask, “well?”