Wrong personality make me interesting



“Yeah, she did. But it’s only the first time I’ve ever actually seen anything like that either, certainly no guys sitting there jerking off. Or at least if they were, they were a lot better at concealing it than she had been.”

“When was that anyway?” She now asked. So I told her of the two times I had actually gone. That time in the afternoon when the place was all but deserted, and then the much later show, when for whatever reason, more people seemed to turn out. “The witching hour perhaps,” I’d jokingly stated.

She was quiet after that for a few minutes, obviously thinking about it, though at the time I’d just assumed she was satisfied with my answer, satisfying her curiosity, and left it at that.

“Have you ever seen that one?” she suddenly asked.

“That one what?” I asked, looking out through the car window, wondering what she meant. I’d honestly forgotten all about the conversation we’d been having a while ago, especially as it had been a while since we’d even spoken.

“You know what I mean. That movie.”

“Oh, no…I haven’t,” I said easily enough, though I had in fact given some thought to actually seeing it a few days ago, but hadn’t as yet found the time to do so, nor really had the inclination to actually go off and do it either.

“Would you take me?” She then asked. “I’d like to see what it’s like…actually going into a theater to see a dirty movie,” she said, blushing just a little.

“Ok, if you really want to, I will. When?”

“Tomorrow? I think I’d feel better about going to the matinee too,” she told me.

“Ok, sounds like a plan…might be easier for you anyway, less chance of some ‘weirdo’ as you call them sitting down too closely next to us. And even if someone does, there’s usually plenty of room we can get up and relocate.”

She smiled at that, obviously still thinking. “So…tell me about that couple again?” She asked, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. Thank god we were only a few streets away from reaching her place.

But even better than that, we ended up having sex for the first time that very night.

**

Admittedly, I was more than a bit aroused, especially after the night before. The sex we’d enjoyed had been wonderful, passionate, if not a little reserved. But I thought that was mainly due to the nervousness of it being our very first time together. Like the saying goes, “practice makes perfect,” and after last night, I hoped we’d be putting in quite a bit of practice. Especially as Carol it seemed, was just as turned on, as I was to actually be going off to see an X-rated movie together.

“How do I look?” She asked as I met her at the door. It was hard to tell, she was wearing a long trench coat for one thing, but she was also wearing what appeared to be a blonde wig and a bit more makeup that I was used to seeing her wear. She looked totally different to me, so I asked her why.

“Why the disguise? If you’re that nervous about going…”

“Not nervous about going, it’s just that should anyone I work with see me, and realize I took the day off to actually go and watch a dirty movie with someone, let’s just say, it would be a bit hard to explain, especially as most of the people I work with, probably fuck in the dark,” she added. “Anyway…you never answered my question.”

“You look great!” I told her. Though I still hadn’t seen what she actually had on, and then she opened her coat for me.

No…she wasn’t naked, but she looked damn fucking hot nevertheless. Dressed in an almost too short black miniskirt, and fishnet stockings, which were the style at the time, along with a very tight fitting red blouse with the top three buttons undone, that gave hint at a very lacy red bra she was wearing beneath it not to mention tons of cleavage from her more than ample breasts.

“And now?”

“Sexy as hell,” I answered taking her in, almost wishing we weren’t going now… heading back into her bedroom instead.

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