A stranger touches me at the cinema.IN THE cinema It all

A stranger touches me at the cinema. IN THE cinema It all happened about fourteen or fifteen months ago. A couple ago weeks since my long and intense relationship with Juan had ended, and I believed that I would never be able to touch another man again, to let another man again. man it was my turn, I believed that this was insurmountable and that not even It was worth trying. Since all my friends were working or on vacation, I decided to go to the cinema alone. It was one of those very hot August days in Madrid, and the clothes he was wearing were totally in keeping with that heat so extreme, which hit with such force and made even the white shirt knotted in the stomach, at the height of the navel, the black satin miniskirt, with tiny red and white flowers, and I will have plenty of white sandals; crossing them as if the heat itself wanted to pass through it and kiss with its lips my whole body. By stopping receiving the pleasure that Juan gave me again and again Throughout the two years of our relationship, he made me look outside objects or moments that will develop pleasurable sensations in me, such as the sun that caressed me with its warm rays when I lay down completely naked in the garden of my house; the rain that without warning increased and got me wet all my clothes and they fell down my face, cold; the grass touching my body when I went to the pools and hid in a corner behind some bushes that only I knew and had never spoken to Juan about, I will never know why,... That's why, on that hot day, somehow I I felt somewhat excited, feeling the heat pass through my clothes and enter everything. my body I went into a cinema on Gran Vía, to try to make that day, which predicted as long as the rest without Juan, it would turn out to be somewhat shorter, although the movie that was offered there was not an example of entertainment: "The Father of girlfriend." "Anything goes," I thought. I asked for row 12, seat 3; that is, about five rows from the end of the room, and rather close to the wall, usually It was there where Juan and I sat because it was more intimate; although That day I asked for it because I felt like crying alone. But when I went to take my place, I realized that another man, probably also seeking the tranquility of the back rows He had requested the seat next to mine. At first I thought to change place, since there were only fifteen or twenty people in the room, but upon seeing the smile from that man, I couldn't help but sit in my place, exposing the ticket so he could see that he didn't have any strange intentions. His smile was both kind and amazed. That kindness made me feel that he had no no bad intention, but that surprised face made me feel crossed by his gaze, which went up and down from my legs to my face and from my face to my legs. About fifteen minutes passed before the movie and we didn't even exchange a word. It was a silence of complicity. We were both silent, but there was something that kept us from walking away to not get through the trouble. Finally they turned off the lights and the movie started, so I uncrossed my legs and stretched them forward a little more relaxed thinking How crappy that movie would be and how long I was going to endure it. About thirty minutes had barely passed when I felt that at The man next to me dropped something on the floor next to my foot. When bending down Picking it up he found himself face to face with my bare feet. I don't know what happened to you head at that moment, all I know is that he couldn't help but touch them with his hand. I I got scared and threw my feet back, jumping on the seat and standing tense. "I'm sorry, forgive me" he whispered in my ear. I didn't answer, because feeling of that hand so warm, so soft and firm at the same time, made me He barely paid attention to her words of apology. Another five or ten minutes passed, in absolute stillness and silence, looking at the screen, but without seeing or hearing anything that was on that movie was happening, still completely immersed in the feeling that that hand had made me feel. Then suddenly he approached again. my ear; then I did hear clearly what he was telling me and it made me I shuddered in my seat: "I'm sorry, I can't help it, if you don't want to, please Please get up and sit in another seat." I stayed stuck in my place, I didn't want to stay but I didn't want to leave either,... I couldn't forget that hand. Cross your legs like trying to show that she wasn't sure and thinking that maybe that's how she would leave me at peace. But no, I felt his hand approach me again, this time to the side. knee, he grabbed it tightly although he did not force me to separate my legs. I I put my arms on the armrests and held on tightly so as not to show any sign of pleasure, but he let his hand remain on her knee, caressing her, turning her hand in circles that grew wider and wider, each time they rose higher up my hips, which got closer and closer to me. body. My heart began to beat harder and harder, and a deep warmth invaded my entire body, starting from the stomach and spreading throughout the entire body. I felt that hand with such intensity, with such depth, and that heat hitting my body, that my breathing began to become more and more intense and that I was not able to prevent the humidity from leaving my body, accentuating my excitement and making me see that this was already inevitable; although We were both still looking at the screen, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. world what we were doing. He kept rubbing my legs, up and down, without still know what I was feeling, although without the intention of asking. Of soon the hand began to rise, little by little, touching me only with the fingers, going up, going up,... Far from stopping when it reached my body, it continued going up, up to his shirt, and began to unbutton it, first the knot, then the buttons, one by one, very slowly, revealing my firm and hard breasts due to the excitement I felt. His hand felt both breasts, first one, then both. That made him notice my excitement and my increasingly deep breathing and that he decided to caress me even harder, lowering his hand back to my legs and separating them. Again his hand started from the knee, and was rising slowly. I put more and more strength on the armrest, my body Every time he felt more excited, wetter,... he kept raising his hand, each time higher and higher, closer... until it reached my body. He removed the panties aside, and began to feel with his fingers, he discovered that it was completely delivered to him, who had no intention of running away. I continue touching myself, rubbing me with his fingers, using my moisture to put his fingers in me force. Suddenly he knelt in front of me, he was not willing to let only him cinema seat to enjoy that sweet humidity, he pulled me towards him and separating my panties again he began to lick me gently, up, down, up, down,... I was very excited, I felt that at any moment That was going to end with an incredible orgasm, and I raised my foot towards his penis, rubbing it through the jeans. He unbuttoned his pants, lowering them along with the briefs to his knees, but without stopping licking me, and I I continued rubbing his long, hard penis, harder and harder. The excitement of both of them was reaching the limit, and the orgasm was about to come, so he decided to stop, bring me even closer towards him, and penetrate me with his penis, pushing with so much force that I couldn't avoid a moan of pleasure. I felt that it invaded me, that it filled me completely with his penis, which rubbed everything inside me, making my whole body go tense and relax every time he came and went. The rhythmic rhythm every time it accelerated more and more, until the two of us began to move with great speed, and pushing as hard as possible towards the other. The orgasm is not It took a while to arrive, it was long intense, throughout my body, I shuddered and arched my body feeling even more strongly the pleasure inside my body. Was spectacular. At no time during that situation did I remember Juan, that orgasm made me forget it. I left the cinema without knowing the name of that man, without even saying goodbye; reliving in my thoughts all and each of the steps that he had enjoyed so much.