Family Movie Day

This story is based on one shared with me that’s supposedly true, not sure if I believed that, but I liked it nonetheless. This is my expanded version of that short story with my own twist.

As always, comments, criticisms and kudos always welcome and encouraged.

Family Movie Day

Family movie day, what a joke, all that meant was, I got dragged to a movie that my bratty little sister wanted to see. Spoiled little brat always got anything she wanted. The funny thing is my older brother was just as excited to see the same lame animated Disney movie. What a dork.

I tried my best to get out of it, but my mom insisted. I was hoping to have a little alone time, and maybe even sneak into mom’s kinky toy collection. But no, instead I was forced to sit through a two-hour movie I didn’t want to see.

Of course again, because of my sister, we got to the theater late and weren’t able any good seats. We were so late that we had to sit in the very last row, and was forced to sit next to some stranger. The lights were already dimmed and previews were playing by the time we finally got there, so I never got a good look at the man, thankfully he didn’t seem too bad, at least he smelled good.

Mom got the aisle seat, and of course, my older brother Cody sat next to her. He was her favorite, those two were always giggling, laughing, and teasing each other, and couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Then sat my spoiled brat, little sister Cindy, and then me, always at the end, always on the outside look’n in. Everyone was there except for dad, as always, he had to work.

Having to sit next to a stranger in the movies is always uncomfortable. After I took my seat next to him, the man greeted me by leaned over and whispering, ”Hi. How are you doing?” Which I thought was nice.

”I’m good.” I said shyly, then added because I didn’t want to seem rude, ”How are you?”

”I’m good.” he whispered, ”Are you excited to see this movie?”

I shrugged my shoulders, ”No, not really.” I said.

”Me neither.” Whispered the man.

Looking down the row of seats, I saw that my mom, brother, and sister were all focused on the coming attractions. As usual, none of them paying any attention to me.

I felt a lot more comfortable with the man sitting next to me, he seemed nice. I liked that he was talking to me, not my slutty mom, not my all-star athlete brother, and not my cute little sister, but me and only me. I liked it, it made me feel special and desirable. And each time he whispered to me, he’d gently brush the side of my leg with the back of his hand. It was really no big deal, incidental almost, but I liked it. I liked the contact, the human touch, it was exciting and stimulating, making me feel like I had a greater connection with the man than I did my own family.

As the main feature began to play, the man leaned over and whispered, ”Do you want to lift this? It’ll be a lot more comfortable for both of us.” motioning to the fold-up chair arm.”

Looking over at my family, they weren’t paying any attention.

”Okay.” I whispered, eager to remove the barrier between me and the man.

With the arm lifted out of the way, the man began gently rubbing the side of my leg with the back of his hand. That was far more than incidental, and I knew that I probably shouldn’t let him do that, but I didn’t try to stop him. At first, it was a little scary, but it was also kind of exciting, something secretive and taboo, and I liked it.

With no interest in the lame movie, my entire focus was on the man’s hand brushing against the side of my leg. It was making me tingle all over.

I knew it was wrong, but I really liked the way his touch made me feel, something was exciting and forbidden about it, so I began rhythmically moving my leg against his hand, opening and closing my legs, purposely rubbing my leg against his hand.

As my legs and the man’s hand moved in unison, a strange, and unexpected heat came over me, a flush of arousal, and a fluttering in my stomach that extended down in between my legs as I opened and closed them.

There was something thrilling about the sensations I was having. Wanting the man to know that I liked the way he was touching me and that I didn’t want him to stop, I put my hand on his and gently stroked his palm with my fingertips as he continued to simply rub the side of my leg.

His hand felt thick and strong in my hand, but also soft and smooth.

Again he leaned over and whispered in my ear, ”That feels nice.” His breath was sweet, maybe from the soda he was sipping, and each time he whispered he blew gently in my ear. His whispers were like warm sweet kisses that made me quiver.

As his hand and my legs, moved in rhythmic unison, I took hold of his Index finger and held it. He had large hands, and his finger felt thick and strong in my grasp. Holding his long thick finger in my hand, it felt phallic I excitedly imagined. Although I’d had no real experience, I had seen many pictures and videos that I’d studied closely.

In the darkness, I squeezed and stroked the man’s unseen, long strong fingers, imagining…

Then, under the cover of the darkened theater, the man moved his hand atop my thigh. I shuttered and nearly moaned as he began feeling my leg.

Looking over at my little sister who was sitting next to me, and then the rest of my family, they were obliviously watching the movie.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I put my hand atop the man’s to encourage him. As he held my leg in his strong hand, rubbing and stroking, I could feel his long fingers reaching into my inner thigh.

As the man stroked my leg, I ran my hands up his forearm feeling it. It felt strong and powerful. And as his hand worked closer to my crotch, I instinctively opened my legs.

Slowly working his hand up my inner thigh until the side of his hand pressed against my crotch, the man just held it there, and I felt my tight little pussy instantly flood. I couldn’t help but moan aloud uncontrollably.

Looking over at my family, they were clueless. My moans were drowned out by the booming soundtrack of the movie.

The man leaned over and gently hushed me, blowing softly in my ear as he did.

He then removed his hand from my all too willing crotch, lifted his arm, and began brushing his hand back and forth across my breast.