"Ay! Parate! I think I have a little rock or something in my shoe," I say. I balance myself against the wall before entering the movies on what is my first date with Christian; I take off my right red peep toe shoe and give it a shake and put it back on.
"You feel better, Mami?" Christian says with a smirk.
"Ay! Si! Much better." I give him a smile and give his arm an affectionate squeeze. "Thank you again for lunch. I told you I love sushi."
He holds the door open for me leading into the movies and says, "And you have a good reason. I love sushi too. It's definitely not something that you could have just one of."
"I can't date anyone who hates seafood." I walk around the winding stantions to wait on a line about 2 people deep. "I should add that to my Okcupid profile."
He stands beside me, listening to me. He's about 5'6" or so because he's a couple of inches taller than me. We both have brown skin, he's fit from doing Crossfit and has a low fade with these adorable big ears. I would call them Presidential ears—a pun on Obama.
"Online dating profiles leave out the good stuff or the little things that can deflate any type of chemistry." He takes his hands out of his Pea coat pockets to let his mouth and hands express his words.
We next on line and move up.
"I totally agree. I'm still little unsure about the whole online dating thing, but it does allow you to meet all types of people."
He lightly elbows my arm. "Los locos and the freaks, eh?"
"I did say all types," I say.
"Hopefully, I'm a good type," Chris says. He stares at me with his chestnut brown eyes.
We are next up to pay.
"So far so good."
"Hello," the cashier said with a cheerful attitude.
She must be new, I thought to myself. "Hello, could we get two tickets to 'I swear this cheesy ass movie is funny' for 6:30pm.”
"That will be $26 dollars."
Christian hands over his debit card.
"Look, you paid for lunch let me pay for the movies," I told Christian.
He shook his head no. "I got this. Now if you were ugly or not my type than by all means, you can pay."
"Eww! Good thing I'm banging with my bangs on," I tease him and playfully bump him.
Christian swipes his debit card and the cashier hits a menu prompt on her end. He finishes the transaction by inputting his PIN number. The tickets are printed and given to him.
"Here is a memento of our first date together. Cherish it!" He says and he hands me one of the tickets.
I snatch it and stick my tongue out at him. "Tu eres muy gallito!"
"Huh? I don't speak Spanish that much. So I will ignore what you said," he says. He playfully bumps into me as we ride the escalator.
“I said you’re cocky,” I say while he’s a step behind me.
“You say it as if it’s bad thing.”
“Hmm . . .”
We reached the top of the escalator. I check my ticket for which theatre number our showing is in.
“Theatre 20 is that way, but let’s get a couple of snacks,” he says.
“I got the snacks.”
“Fine by me. I’m eying the Slurpee and the fat bag of M&Ms,” he says to me while I look over my choices.
“I will be popcorn pimping and a Cherry Cola.”
“Never say popcorn and pimping together ever again or out loud.”
I hit him. “Hush now!”
All he can do is laugh at me.
We make our orders. He almost drops his Slurpee when he lift it off the concession stand countertop.
“Too much girth for you?”
“You hush now! I got it now.” he replies. He grabs a straw at the end and hands me some napkins.
“Gracias”
“C’mon!” he says. His left arm outstretched to bring me in as we walk over to our showing.
We enter the barely lit theatre and noticed the trailers have started. Luckily it’s a Monday night – slow day of the week for movies – and there hardly was any people there. Before I could make a suggestion, Christian is already walking up the steps to the third to the last row and sits at the far end corner. He grabs my soda and puts it on the cup holder sitting between us as I take a seat.
He leans to my side and whispers to me, “I hope you don’t mind a talker. I talk a lot shit during bad movies.”
I laugh. “Good, you won’t be annoyed when I talk and react to what I see.” I take a sassy sip of my soda.
“Fair enough.” He grabs my hand and says nothing else.
I keep sipping as I stare at him – he’s looking at the oversized movie screen – I look forward and grab him back.
“I want a taste,” he whispers slowly to me.
“A taste?” I responded, quickly licking my cherry flavored lips. I look at him waiting for something. He leans in and curves down to my Cherry Cola.
“What? I wanted some of your soda.”
“Oh,” I say. You fucking tease, I thought to myself.
“What were you thinking?”
“Nada.”
“Okay.”
I let another trailer past and lean in real close that the baby hairs around his neck will stand up. “I want to suck, is that okay?”
“Really?” he says breaking into a devious little smile.
“Yeah! Your Slurpee,” I say with my own little smile.
He tries to block me from facing him. I took a big gulp and felt the instant build-up and pain of a brain freeze.
“Ow! Brain freeze.”
“Put your tongue on the roof of your mouth.”
I wait a few moments and let the pain subside before answering, “You know that’s a myth and it doesn’t really work.”
“There’s always some truth to everything you hear.”
The movie starts and 15 minutes in . . . the movie is horrible. Bored I throw some popcorn at him.
“Never diss my pimping. Thought I forgot?”
“Oh! It’s like that, all right.” He lobs an M&M at me.
“Those things can be dangerous,” I say jokingly, “at least don’t waste them.”
“Okay, open your mouth,” he says.
I open my mouth and he puts one M&M candy inside and I kiss his fingers. I see the look in his eyes, the same one I probably have . . . filled with lust and a real bad sweet tooth. I watch as he puts a candy in his mouth and I lean in to swipe it out of his mouth with my curious tongue. He didn’t put up much a fight. The sounds and sights of the movie gives way to an intense make out session.
“Love that cherry flavor,” he says licking his lips.
I blush and smile. He brushes my hair back from my neck and kisses the exposed part of it. His kisses transition from the soft pressing of his lips against my skin, to the pull of intense pleasure when he starts sucking. I grip his arms and a soft moan slips out. He nuzzles deeper as the warmth of his exhaled breath leaves me tingling.
“You are lucky this movie is awful and kissing is so much more fun.”
“How much fun? Tell me how good it feels.”
“Pa, it feels real good,” I say to him. He works on the other side of my neck. “I love the way your lips feel.”
“What else?”
I stop him a moment and kiss his lips. I chose to show him the ‘else’ and rub on the top of his lap, against his jeans, feeling the hardness of his juicy cock. He starts breathing harder to my rubbing the length of him.
“Don’t tease me.”
“What’s wrong with a little tease?”
“I will be forced to take it out,” he replies with a smile.
“So take it out, Christian,” I tease with a lustful seriousness.
He unbuckles his belt, zip down the zipper of his pants and take his fat juicy dick out. I grab it with both hands, the width stretching my hands out, but I’m still able to jerk him. He interrupts my hand job by grabbing himself and using his free hand to bring my head down to suck him off.
I look up at him. “I normally don’t do this on a first date, consider yourself lucky.”
He stares down at me with no response with eyes ablaze in concentration. . .piercing through me.
I kiss his dick head and as I work my way down his head and shaft, my mouth opens up to accommodate his size. I let my saliva flow freely down. The way I work the length of his dick, there was a lot of build up of my spit that kept flowing out my mouth. My tongue would wiggle as a reflex. His hand is gripping the back of my head, following my lead. I moved myself to my knees in front of him because the prior angle off my seat was awkward. I used my nails to scratch and dig into his hairless thighs. He wouldn’t make a noise, but his body would react to my deeper scratches.
“Suck my balls,” he demands. He pulls his pants down to his feet to give me better access.
I kiss his left nut across to the right giving them a suck as I went along.
I grab his Slurpee and sip up the softening concoction, but I don’t drink yet. I let it drip down my mouth as his dick goes inside me.
“Ah! Wow! That’s fucking cold.”
But he doesn’t tell me to stop as I slurp it back up. The slight build up of stickiness gets broken down by my saliva and when I take him all in to my mouth is wrapping around the base of his manhood. The sweetness makes my taste buds dance in my mouth. I feel his quads tighten occasionally as a reaction to giving him awesome head. I catch him leaning back on his seat as I go faster.
He pulls me back by my hair. He smacks my lips with his hard dick. I kiss at the head as it hits me. I keep my hands to my sides. I stop him when he starts jerking himself off.
I get up to look around really quick and turn around. I pull my panties down to my heels and lift my dress up as I sit on his lap.
“Yo! Tu eres loca, huh?”
I ignore him and ease his dick inside me in till I’m sitting on his lap. I grip the armrests and rock myself back and forth on him without lifting myself off . . . almost like a gyration. I don’t want to cause a scene with the few people here, but I make sure I grind myself against him. He squeezes my titties from under my shirt. His fingers pulling on my nipples.
“I know you like that.”
I sigh deeply, “Why?”
“I just know. Call it men’s intuition.”
“Shut up! Silly!” I bounce of his dick a couple of times.
“Ah! Fuck!”
“Look at you.”
“Shit! Do that again.”
“I can’t we will make too much noise.”
“I don’t care! Do it!”
“Okay.”
He softens his tone, “Please Mami! I’m so close to giving you this nut.”
I tentatively start bouncing off his lap. His dick piercing me.
I balance myself on the armrests. Every thrust shakes me to the core. My inner moans come forcibly out of me. His left hand, palm on my back, his right hand holding on to my waist. He stops me with the feel of his tongue and lips. I lean back into him, still moving my hips, still working him, letting the warm gushiness and pressure of my inner walls massage his dick. I feel his warm breathes tingle the light baby hairs on the middle area of my back. I grip the empty seat cushion in front of me—it leans back and I lean a little more forward and start short and fast bounces on Christian.
“Ah! Shit!” He whispers out. “Don’t fucking stop.”
I close my legs to a get a tighter feel and I feel his hand push through and I feel his middle finger rubbing my clit. I grab his legs. . .parallel to each of my own. I’m doing more rocking back and forth than bouncing
“Mami, cum for me.” He finds the perfect spot and rhytm to get me going crazy.
All I can do is shake and force myself back to rocking on him. Intill I feel myself shake and jerk in an uncontrollable spastic fashion in till it tapers off. I clamp down on my inner moans.
“I’m gonna bust too.”
Still wobbly, I get down on my knees to face his hard dick. He jerks himself for a minute and as he’s about to bust off a hard nut. I catch it in my mouth and let him thrust in my mouth as he finishes up. His warmth jizz covers the top part of my tongue and swishes around as I circle around his dick head with my tongue. I lick the tip of his dick head and swallow his gooey nut.
“Damn! That was amazing. You’re a keeper,” he laughs like an asshole.
I look up at him and show I’m all done. I make sure to get a kiss and get my proper thank you. I adjust my dress and lean so back on my chair.
“Looks like you need a little nap, Ma.”
“Oh si! I need one now,” I say taking a sip of the now watery slurpee.
“What’s this movie about?” he says playfully. “I totally forgot what we were watching.”
“The name is basura.”
“Nah, ‘LOL We Got Your 26 Dollars’ is the title,” he says in my ear.
“Stupid.”
“Men get lightheaded and stupid after a most sensual nut.”
“Ew! Never use sensual in that way. Por favor, Papi.”
“Say please again, Ma!”
“Por favor, Papi. Si?”
“Asi, Mami,” he says kissing my cheek, “just like that.”
###THE END###
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