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We sat down for another movie. This one was supposed to be a comedy, but I wasn’t holding my breath. We found a seat near the back again, but there was a much bigger crowd this time. I sat down and tried to forget that he was so close. It killed me to not touch him. He just looked at me, smiled, and fed me a kernel of popcorn.
“Relax, Sis. It’s going to be fine. Watch the movie.”
I tried to pay attention. I kept shifting my weight, my ass a little sore from the spanking. He finally noticed, cupping my chin and turning me to look at him. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
“I’m okay. Just a little sore.”
He smiled a little but he still held my head, rubbing his thumb on my chin. “Not the good kind, though?”
“Not really, no,” I said, shrugging.
“Then maybe we won’t do that again. At least not with a belt.”
“I did like it, though,”
He chuckled and ran his thumb over my lips instead. “I know. I could tell.”
I wanted to respond, saying something witty and sarcastic, but instead I just licked his thumb, trying to pull it inside my mouth. He allowed the lick but took his hand away quickly. “Hey, now, not here. Maybe later.”
I was about to ask more questions, but the lights went down and the previews started. He held his finger over his lips and turned to face the screen. The row in front of us held at least two sets of four people, all laughing and giggling through the whole movie. I hated them. It made it way too hard to touch him without people seeing.
About halfway through the movie, I realized I needed to use the bathroom. I was going to hold it, but I had a better idea. I tapped him on the shoulder.
“Mark? I need the bathroom I’ll be right back.”
“Okay. Hey, do me a favor and bring back your panties for me.”
“What?”
“Come on, do it for me.”
I went out and down the brightly lit hallway to the ladies’ room. I went in and used the toilet, but took off my panties, too. I slipped them into my small purse and washed my hands. I went back and took my seat again. I put my purse on his lap and leaned in to whisper into his ear.
“There’s a present for you in there if you want it.”
He raised his eyebrows and opened it. He brought it up to his eye-level and looked back at me, a smirk on his face. “What am I supposed to do with these?”
“Anything you want. You wanted them, remember.”
He reached in and pulled them out, folding them into his hand. He held his hand up to his nose and took a long smell. I looked away, putting my hand over my eyes. I should have known he’d do something like that.
He elbowed me and held his hand out. “Want a sniff?”
I pushed him away and practically huffed. “Stop it.”
“Oh, you like me this way. Besides, you gave them to me. Can I help it if your pussy is so delicious?”
He turned his attention back to the movie, leaving me with a need that was driving me crazy. I’d waited weeks to be alone with him, and he wants to watch the movie. I had no idea what possessed me to give him those panties.
We sat there for the next forty minutes in silence, my panties up by his nose for the whole time. When the lights went back up, I stood and stretched. My pants were damp without the panties to protect them and I was trying to pull them away without being too obvious.
His hand cupped my ass and I jumped. “Problems?”
“Maybe.”
He laughed and dropped his hand, Caddebostan Escort shoving my panties in his pockets. We went into the hallway and joined the throng into the main lobby of the mall. We walked into the food court and he held his hands up, arms splayed open. “So what now?”
“It’s not snowing.”
“No, it isn’t. But maybe we should drive a little further, to go to the big winter craft fair in Grishman.”
“That’s like an hour away. Maybe more.”
“Do you have something else planned?”
“Do you even like craft fairs?”
“No, but you do. Or at least you used to. Why not enjoy a drive?”
“If you say so, sure. Why not.”
We went to the car and got in. He put on his seatbelt and tapped his finger on my nose. “Trust me, little sister.”
“Always.”
He backed out of the spot and soon we were on the highway. “Hey, text Mom and let her know. We might be late.”
“How late?”
“Trust me.”
I nodded and pulled out my phone. Soon enough, my mother had texted back telling me to have fun and try to find something cute for the kitchen.
Have fun, she said. Oh, I hoped so.
*
The craft fair was all right. He honestly surprised me by going there at all. Then he reminded me that I was supposed to find something for the kitchen, so we soldiered on, looking at the various tables and vendors. I finally chose a wall-hanging showing a kitten batting a leaf. It was cute. And she loved kittens.
Once the purchase was made, he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Ready to go?”
“Already?”
“Do you really want to look at this stuff?”
“No.”
“Then let’s go.”
We went back out to the car. It still wasn’t snowing. “Are you hungry? I’ll treat you to an early dinner?”
“All right,” I said, getting in. “As long as you’re paying.”
“Ouch,” he said, grabbing his chest theatrically and closing his eyes. “I see how it is. I’m just your sugardaddy.”
“More of a sugar-brother maybe.”
He laughed and kissed my forehead. “Don’t be getting all literal on me, little sister.”
We drove for another forty-five minutes to a small diner. We ordered hamburgers and pie for dessert. It was delicious, even if Mark had gone back to smelling my panties. After a while, I pretended I didn’t notice. Just like I pretended not to notice that he was rubbing my calf with the top of his shoe.
When we were done, we went back to the car. It was still not snowing.
“Now what?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“Well, let’s see,” he said, starting the ignition and looking at his phone. “We can go home. We can go find something else to do. Or we can break down.”
“What?”
“Break down. What if we couldn’t get home tonight?”
“Mom would probably send a tow truck. Then lecture us on not having triple A.”
“You’re right.”
“So…”
“I’m thinking. You really need to work on your patience.”
“You know I’m not patient. Have I ever been patient?”
“Then maybe this is a good thing for you to practice.”
He scrolled through his phone for a few minutes then looked back at me. “Hey. Want to go meet my college buddy Steve?”
“What?”
“Do you want to go meet my college buddy Steve?”
“You have a college buddy Steve?”
“There’s got to be someone named Steve on a college campus, right?”
“Yes, but you’re not in college.”
“Well not anymore, but who’s Caddebostan Escort Bayan to say I didn’t know someone up here that I thought you should meet? Maybe you can start dating.”
“You’re setting me up?”
“I bet Mom would love that.”
“Probably.”
“So let’s go see him. You tell her we’ll be back late, but if it’s ridiculously late we’ll grab a room so I don’t drive tired.”
“Ah hah.”
So I texted my mother again, telling her about his friend. She wished us good luck and hoped that I would use my “good judgment” to convince my brother to not drive tired. I assured her I would. Because I always had such good judgment.
“Okay,” I said. “Take me to Steve.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
*
It turned out that Steve’s real name was Howard. Johnson. Mark went into the office and I did my best to not shake. Another night. Alone with him. I was so wet that I wouldn’t have been surprised if my pants were soaked through. He came back out with a keycard and a smile on his face. He slid back into the car and said, “Room 391, on the other side. Ready?”
“God, yes.”
He laughed and kissed me. “Still impatient?”
“For you? Yes.”
“Then let’s go.”
We drove across the parking lot and walked hand in hand to the side entrance. We got onto the elevator and he pushed me against the wall, kissing me full as the doors closed. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his back. His tongue ran over mine and he lightly touched my breast. I pushed harder into him and the doors opened, giving an older, gray-haired couple a free show.
“Excuse us,” Mark said, leading me by. For once, I didn’t care about what people thought of me. I just wanted him. All of him.
We walked quickly to the room and he clicked the keycard. He opened the door and pushed it open with his foot, gesturing me inside. I crossed the threshold and took a few steps in, tossing my jacket on the floor. He got the sign from the back of the door, hung it up, and closed it firmly. He twisted the deadbolt and set the slider, taking off his own jacket.
He turned around to face me and I saw pure lust and hunger in his eyes. He crossed the distance easily and pulled me back into his arms. I spent a few seconds just drinking him in and rubbing his back. He ducked his head down and kissed my ear, licking the lobe gently. I moaned and pressed even tighter to him.
“I love you, Julie,” he said. “So much.”
“I love you, too.”
“May I make love to you again?”
“God, yes.”
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the closest bed, kicking off his shoes as he walked. He pulled down the blanket and sheet and laid me gently in the middle. He knelt between my feet and untied my sneakers, moving with deliberate slowness. He pulled them off, one at a time, and dropped them to the floor. I tried to grab his shirt but he pushed me away, shaking his head.
“I want you to feel good,” he said. “Cherished. Let me love you.”
I laid back and tried to stay still. He stroked the outside of my pants, slowly making his way from my calves to my thighs to my crotch. I gasped again and reached out to touch his head. I laced my fingers in his hair and he tipped his head closer to rub against my palm.
He massaged my pussy from the outside of my pants, moving in a circular motion. I wanted to grind against him but stopped myself. He wanted to do Escort Caddebostan this his way. I couldn’t take that away from him. So, I kept playing with his hair and taking deep breaths. Finally, he undid the button and slid the zipper down.
“Lift up.”
I did and he slid the pants down. I released his hair and he moved back to the bottom of the bed, tugging the pants off of my feet. He kissed his way back up, his lips hot on my skin. He traced his hands up and down as he moved, cupping my thighs, licking and kissing. I moved a little, lifting my hips again, but I couldn’t help it. He didn’t seem upset, he just kept going.
He kissed my bare pussy once and I gasped, pushing it up towards his face. He rubbed his face into it, the stubble from his whiskers making me cry out. I took hold of his hair again and tried to pull him closer. “Not yet,” he said, moving again. He moved up on the bed, nuzzling into my neck and touching my tits through the shirt.
He kissed my neck, sucking at my upper chest, nipping at the skin. I said his name over and over, gripping his shirt in my fist. He unbuttoned the shirt, taking his time with it. He opened it up and moved to nuzzle my tits, still in the bra. He flicked and rubbed the nipples through the sheer material and I moaned again, pulling at his shirt.
“Sh,” he whispered, catching the bra in his teeth. “Lift up.”
I did and he quickly unhooked it, removing the shirt with it and dropping them on the floor. “Stay still.”
I did and he got up, stripping off his own clothes, his cock hard and ready. I reached for him and he shook his head, smiling. “Sit up. Put your back against the wall. Trust me.”
“Always.”
I did as he said and he climbed onto the bed. My hands ached to touch him but I waited like he’d told me. To my surprise, he climbed onto my lap, resting his ass between my thighs, pressing against my clit. “Oh God…”
“Sh,” he said again. He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me close, kissing and sucking at my nipple. “Stay still.”
He lightly touched and squeezed at the other nipple while he got into a more comfortable position. Once he was satisfied, he used that hand to cup and raise my breast to his mouth. He began sucking in earnest, his hand still holding and massaging. I gasped again, resting my head back on the wall and trying to keep breathing slowly. My toes were literally curling as he suckled me and my hips tried to move and press against his body.
I lost track of time. He just kept going. At one point I reached down and began touching his cock, tugging gently at it and making him groan into my flesh. He didn’t stop me and I squeezed it harder, speeding up. My clit rubbed against his hip and I knew I was close. He moaned again and began moving his hips in time to my strokes. I looked down at him, into his brown eyes, as he suckled me.
He moved his hand behind my back, scratching at the skin and making me jump. He sucked harder and I kept stroking him. Soon enough, I felt his body stiffen. His eyes rolled closed and I kissed his forehead, my own mouth open from panting. He bit my nipple as he came, the cum landing both on his body and my hand. I gasped, his climax triggering mine.
His breathing eventually slowed down and he released my breast. He curled into me, his hand on my cheek. “Are you all right?”
“God, yes.”
He tugged at my chin and I dipped down to kiss him. Our tongues touched and I sighed into his mouth. Once the kiss ended, he shifted his weight and laid down next to me, his arms up and reaching. “Come here. Let me hold you.”
I moved into his waiting arms, resting my head on his shoulder and wrapping my leg around his waist. I didn’t ever want to leave.
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