A stranger...

An incredibly sexy stranger. He's probably in his early- to mid-forties, trim and fit with an absolutely chiseled jawline decorated with light stubble. Dark brown hair tickles at gorgeous brown eyes you could so easily lose yourself in, sparkling in mirror to his stunning smile. His skin is perfectly tanned; not too light, but not too dark, either.

Someone like this decided he wanted to have sex with you? You can hardly believe your eyes.

His soft chuckle alerts you to the fact that you've been staring at him this entire time, and you blink hurriedly multiple times. He runs a hand over your hair once again.

"You're damn good for a virgin, beautiful," he whispers, ignoring the impatiently waiting ushers who clearly just want to get their jobs over with so they can go home and-- most likely-- jerk off to the mental image of them being the ones to fuck you in a dark theater. "Let's find somewhere a little more... private." You find yourself only able to nod slowly, eyes locked onto his. He takes your hand as he stands, leading you after him before heading outside. The usher you pass sighs, clearly watching you as you squeeze past.

The hallway outside is practically empty, and your companion guides you into a hidden alcove in a dark corner, pressing you back against the wall as he looms over you, having at least a foot over you in height. Your eyes immediately latch onto his, watching his roaming gaze travel up your torso along with the two fingers he walks up from your navel between your breasts to your neck before taking your chin again. He leans in once more, taking you into another harsh, domineering kiss. You don't bother putting up a fight, letting him have his way with you. After he pulls away, you're left struggling to catch your breath.

"Well, I'm not one to go back on a promise," he begins, giving you a slight wink. "Your turn; where do you want to do it? Home? Car? Here...? I'm sure we could find an empty closet or bathroom. Or maybe you want to go outside, find a little spot around back?"

You contemplate the options he suggested as your breath begins to regulate. Finally, you respond: