The Stranger at the Cinema

Good evening... My name is Maria...

I am brunette, with brown eyes... I have a beautiful body and I am 30 years old... As those who know me say, I am a likable young woman, without anything special, except for the "open mind" I have acquired next to my husband, Kostas...

I entered the site by accident... Lately, and after so many things I will tell you about, I used to go with Kostas to foreign sites, which wrote various "stories" of all kinds... One of the countless ideas he had periodically to "get us going" was this one too.. When we read all the strange things, he had the idea for me to always (?) be next to him at the PC, completely naked, and to caress myself... Most of the time, I didn't find it, but a couple of times, it was worth it and I finished...

So when I entered this one, I was surprised, because I didn't know that similar Greek ones existed... Whether it's the language, or the fact that I felt "at home", I discussed it with Kostas, and, knowing in advance that he would like the idea, I suggested that he also write down whatever "adventures" we had, without, if possible, "embellishing" them with many fairy tales to make them more interesting...

I was amazed when he told me that he had ALREADY sent some of our stories here, embellished of course, (after I read them), with lots of exaggerations... (But at their core, especially two or three, they stand very true)... Then he threw me the idea to describe a few things myself, just to test my "writing" abilities, but also to see what he had "made up" about me in the past...

So...

The truth is, until I met Kostas, I wasn't exactly "inexperienced", but I wasn't a streetwalker either... At first, and until a little while before we got married, he hadn't shown his "peculiarity"...

He had several, but the main one, as has emerged to this day, is his weakness to "see" and especially to "see" his own people in erotic situations... (Now... If you search the site, you will also find who has written the story with the most readability, and what it includes, which absolutely justifies what I am writing to you... ) Perhaps it played a role, as he explained to me, that when he was 17 years old, when boys' urges start, he secretly saw his 18-year-old sister making love right before his eyes, and he masturbated for an hour with the "spectacle"!!! Thus, his first real, erotic excitement came with a "look"... And since then, it "stayed with him"...

So I decided to write to you about one of the various phases that happened, until we got married, because many others came after that...

He had started telling me various things in bed, very carefully at first, to test my reactions... I, because I really love him very much, didn't want to spoil it for him, and I participated in the "conversation", without paying much attention... Anyway, I believed and still believe that fantasies are salt and pepper in love, as long as they remain fantasies... (Teacher who taught and law you did not keep... )

One evening, it was spring towards summer, we were getting ready to go to a summer cinema, which had just started its season...

He asked me, before we started, to wear a white little blouse that stopped at the middle of my stomach, and underneath, a short pink skirt, which was essentially a piece of fabric that folded, but when you sat down, it opened so much that I struggled to hide my legs and I didn't wear it much... A bra was out of the question, he never let me wear one when we went out, and no matter how much I insisted that the blouse was too transparent for the occasion, and my breasts were large, he wouldn't accept any discussion...

I also wore a pair of open sandals from everywhere and so he had managed to make me feel naked and uncomfortable... He had turned red, something I couldn't understand at first... But later, I confirmed it for good...

We arrived at Cine Philothei, for the 9 o'clock show...

The cinema (it was also early), had very few people... I don't know if you have ever been to that specific place, but it has tables at intervals, to rest your drink on... Kostas chose one such table, the most "remote", after first scanning the room with his eyes, again without me understanding why...

There were scattered in total, about 30 people, quite far from our little table...

As the table was, on the right side of the cinema, and somewhat behind, after the two chairs it had to its left and right, in the next one exactly to the right, sat a gentleman, about 50 years old...

Kostas told me "Sit here...", meaning next to him... "You come here, my love..." I whispered to him, seeing my neighbor... "No, I want you to sit there..." he told me and looked at me insistently, with a strange look that I didn't pay attention to at first... What could I do, I sat down, trying to gather the ungatherable from my thighs, which the sample skirt had revealed, which meant to open exactly from the side of my neighbor... My neighbor, who had widened his eyes looking at them, and was swallowing dryly...

The lights went out and the movie started...

Exactly two minutes in, the gentleman's knee had touched the side of my right thigh, as I had my legs crossed...

I pulled back as much as I could in the narrow seat... Then came his hand, which he passed indifferently and supposedly, over the partition of the chairs, resting his arm on them and letting his fingers descend towards the left, where my knee was...

"Let's change seats"... I leaned over and whispered to Kostas... "Why? What happened? Can't you see?" he asked me... "No... Don't make a fuss, but I think the guy next to me is trying to put his hand on me..." I said... "Let's see how far he'll go..." he answered me and I was shocked!!! "But what are you saying now???" I asked indignantly... "Don't be afraid, silly... I'm here... Let him touch you a little, so we have a lot of work tonight at home... Please... Do me this favor... I want to see it, more than you can imagine!!" he told me with a trembling voice... (I love him and I want him happy), I thought, (but this is going too far... The scoundrel!!! Is that how it is??? I want to see how much he can stand seeing other hands caressing me...)

And with that thought, I took a deep breath and comfortably lowered my right leg onto the seat, leaving it a little open compared to the other... (Let's see how much my little man can take!) I thought...

Immediately, the fingers of the gentleman next to me, slowly crept up to the middle of my thigh, between my thighs, beginning with soft circular movements to caress me...

I felt uncomfortable, but I didn't move, seeing Kostas too, having leaned forward slightly and watching... His hand rose another five inches, meeting the point where my half-open legs met... I looked at Kostas, who could clearly see now that my skirt had opened completely and its pieces had fallen to the sides, making visible the hand that had slipped between me and was approaching my pussy... No reaction... Suddenly, I felt pleasure overwhelming me, tangled between the fear I had, and the novel sensation that had seized me!! Suddenly, Kostas began to not matter to me and the only thing I was watching was the hand that was rising, slowly and torturously... I glanced around me... The nearest spectator was sitting three rows ahead... I freed my legs from the pressure and let them open for good... I tilted my head lightly back and waited... The man next to me was groping my whole pussy!!! I pressed my left foot on the chair in front and lowered into my seat, twisting my whole body slightly to the right, thus putting my ass, half in and half out of it... I passed my other leg over the chair, with its sole stepping on the knee of the man next to me!!! The fingers of his left hand slipped inside my panties and slid inside my pussy!!! The sensation was novel and terribly pleasurable... I bit my lips so I wouldn't scream! I stretched out my left hand and grabbed Kostas tightly... I turned to look at him... Even in the dark he looked crimson red, but he wasn't saying the slightest word to stop me!! Instead, he abruptly leaned over the little table towards me, stretched out his hand, and lifted my blouse... My tits popped out!!! The man next to me immediately bent his head and began to lick my right nipple!! His fingers went in and out of my pussy, slowly and torturously! I was thinking, "This isn't true... This isn't happening to me... I have to stop..." but instead of stopping, I let him do whatever he wanted... With his right hand he unzipped and took his cock out... He untied my sandal, took it off and threw it on the floor... He grabbed my sole and began to rub himself on it... Honestly... I've never felt like this... I wanted to bend down and take him in my mouth, but I was afraid someone might turn and see us (though at that moment I didn't care about ANYTHING),... He began to jerk off on the sole of my foot, with me being nailed in place and watching him... I felt him rubbing against my fingers, going up and down, and I was "gone"... I was pushing my pussy, which was flooded, onto his hand, and if I could fit it all inside, honestly I would have... He had now shoved his thick thumb inside me, and his middle finger into my asshole, but it wasn't enough for me... His cum shot onto my fingers... It was warm and rolled down towards my heel!!! I couldn't take it... I grabbed his hand and shook it forcefully inside my pussy, holding his head with my other hand tightly against my tits as if I wanted to suffocate him... I wasn't letting him breathe!!! I must have been cumming for at least a minute, with spasms and something like whimpers!! His hand gathered it and smeared it on my stomach and slipped back into my pussy for the rest... I was holding him so he wouldn't leave... So he wouldn't abandon me... Not now... Not before my last drop had dried... He gathered his clothes, zipped up and "took off"... I remained like that, dazed... I pulled down my blouse and closed my legs... I sat up in the chair and looked at Kostas... "And now how do you feel? Satisfied?" I asked and "well" with nerves, as if what had happened had happened exclusively for him and for no one else... "Thank you!... Thank you!..." he told me with a blissful look, and I was sure he meant it... I took my sandal to put it on and tissues from my bag to wipe my foot... "DON'T!... DON'T!...", Kostas shouted... "Put it on like that and let's go, let's go home"... he said anxiously...