The Hours

Brad suddenly remembered that one of the other movies was ending it's final showing. That theatre needed to be set up for a new movie. He raced down the hall to the theatre.

Brad watched the crowd exit the final show of THE HOURS. He had heard that it was a really good women’s flick. From the looks of the crowd what he had heard was correct. Lot’s of couples, guys following their dates with kind of dazed looks, and groups of two and three women discussing the movie excitedly. Brad moved into the theatre ahead of the cleaning crew to look things over.

On the far end of an aisle, against the far wall, a small woman sat sobbing. Brad moved over to her. “Are you alright, Mam?”

“Oh! I can’t let anyone see me like this,” the woman sobbed softly. “This movie touched me too much.”

Brad noticed that the lights were beginning to come up and that the cleaning crew was beginning to move through the theatre picking up all the popcorn and soda trash. Soon they’d start vacuuming and washing the floor. “Why don’t you come with me,” Brad offered. “I’ve got a private place where you can get settled.”

Still sobbing softly, the woman followed Brad to the front of the theatre. Off to the side was a small room, barely more that a closet, with electrical equipment. There was a soft chair in the room and Brad invited the woman to sit.

“You’re so kind to me,” the woman’s sobs had subsided. She sat in the chair, holding Brad’s hand tight “I’ve been feeling so low and this wasn’t a good movie to see alone. I really need some comfort.”

For the first time Brad looked at the woman. She was in her mid-40; looked like anyone’s Mom. She was average in size and looks, although she obviously worked out since she was really lean and fit. The light summer dress she was wearing was not too flattering. Her hair, clearly dyed a reddish blonde, was cut short. The woman pulled Brad’s hand down. She dragged it across her thighs and then up, under her dress. She rested it against her panty-covered pussy. “Please,” she muttered.

Brad, ever the helpful young man, began rubbing and stroking gently. His fingers traced a line up and down the woman’s panties until her slit opened up. In a short time Brad could feel the wetness soaking through the cotton fabric. His fingers were getting sticky.

“Mmmmmm! So nice!” the woman moaned softly.

She dropped both hands, lifted her dress’s skirt, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down her legs. The barrier removed, Brad’s fingers easily slipped into the woman’s pussy.

“Mmmmmmm! Oh! Ooooh” The woman’s sighs and moans kept encouraging Brad. Then she reached up with both hands, grabbed Brad’s head, and pulled it down between her legs.

Brad, now on his knees before the sitting woman, dropped his face between her legs and began eating her. His tongue lapped up the endless stream of juices that oozed from her pussy. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing it in a tight circle, pushing it in toward her pelvis. The woman lifted her legs, wrapped them around Brad’s neck, and pulled **** his tongue deeper into her pussy.

Brad captured the woman’s clit between his thumb and first finger. He squeezed gently and rubbed the knob. “OH! OH! GOD! OH GOD!” the woman gasped. She relaxed her hold on Brad and eased back into the chair.

Brad stood up, his face coated with the woman’s come. His cock was straining his slacks. The woman saw the bulge in Brad’s pants. “No, I can’t” she shook her head and got up, moving toward the door.