Cinema (Celebrity Adult Fiction)

Now I drive to and from get off work all day, and television deprives me of the joy of going to the cinema. However, I still often recall the fun of taking the bus, going to the cinema, and sitting on the hard-seat train many years ago, and some of the warm memories of those years still come to my mind from time to time.

At that time, I loved watching movies. But if you don't watch a movie three, four times, or even more, you might find it difficult to remember the content of these movies. The first time I experienced the wonderful feeling of being in a movie theater was an American movie called "Future World", which caused a sensation when it was released.

In the early winter of that year, I was in middle school. There was no way I could get a ticket without the school booking the entire theater, so I went to the cinema entrance and waited for a refund. I was lucky enough to get a ticket for the 10pm show.

The movie attracted me at first, but later the banter between the two male and female reporters (although very ordinary words) made me blush and feel a little distracted. At this moment, I felt a warm and soft contact on the side of my knee. When I glanced sideways, I found that it was a girl next to me. She looked older than me, about 20 years old, quite tall, and very pretty. It was her knee that was touching mine. I have had unintentional contact with the opposite sex in life before, but this time I had a strange feeling. I can’t describe what it was, was it warmth? gentle? Current? excited? This feeling gave me an idea, to keep it, to make it last longer, to make it deeper...

I was so nervous that I wanted to lift my legs off her knees, but a strong desire stopped me. The nervousness made my legs tremble a little, but I still tried hard to control the trembling. I closed my eyes, forgot the plot on the screen that attracted me, and just secretly enjoyed this first contact with the opposite sex.

At this time, I felt her knees pressed closer to me, and it seemed that she added a little force. This situation encouraged me, so I increased my strength towards her a little. I feel that our strength is increasing at the same time. Is she asking me to leave? Or do you want us to stick closer? Although I am afraid it is the former, I hope it is the latter...

So, I plucked up my courage and moved my knees up and down while keeping them close to hers. This feeling was more comfortable and stimulating to me than the static contact just now. I was afraid she would leave me, but when I put my knees still again, she imitated my movements...

I understood that she didn't want to leave me, but she felt equally comfortable and needed our contact. We began to take turns repeating the movements, and the movements became more and more vigorous. Unconsciously, the areas of contact between our knees increased, and even the outer sides of our calves were precisely combined.

This feeling is more comfortable and more intoxicating to me. I couldn't help but adjust my sitting position to get closer to her body. Soon she also adjusted her sitting position and leaned towards me. At this time, I felt the outside of our thighs touching each other, and the warm and comfortable feeling surrounded me even more. We rubbed and squirmed with the outside of our legs... and enjoyed this first heart-pounding feeling together.

I stole a glance at her and found that she had also closed her eyes. At the same time, I could feel her breathing becoming rapid and heavy...

I really wanted to touch her with my hands, but in the end I didn't have the courage. I took off my shoes as a prank and put my feet on hers. She only paused for a moment before raising her feet to meet my caress. I don't know where I got the courage from, I simply lifted my legs and pressed them on her knees, but soon she lifted me up with her legs and pressed her legs on my knees instead...

It was really funny. We were so young and clumsy at that time that we seemed to have forgotten to quietly enjoy the ecstasy. We started to fight with our legs, taking turns to put our legs on each other's knees, and forgot where we were...

Suddenly, the movie ended and the lights came on... We quickly withdrew our bodies and all I could see was the blush on her face... I followed the crowd that left the theater and walked behind her, but I didn't dare to get too close to her as there was a person between us.

When she left, she looked back. Her eyes were big and bright, but contained a hint of attachment and resentment (this is how I felt after recalling her eyes for many years).

The chaos at the door made me lose her... I returned home disappointedly, and after going to bed, I fantasized: she smiled at me, I walked up to her bravely, held her hand, and went to her boudoir together, and then... I washed my underwear the next morning.

Later, I always thought about that cinema and often came here, hoping to see her again. Therefore, waiting for refunds to watch movies became an important hobby of mine. I didn’t tell my friends, and I’m always hesitating here alone...waiting.

After that, I never saw her again, but I received warmth from other people here many times. I have also planned the next situation countless times and encouraged myself to have courage.

It’s spring, and although the movie is not very attractive, I still came here. A gentle voice sounded beside me in my melancholy: "Do you want a ticket?"

I woke up as if from a dream. A thin and pretty girl stood next to me. She was about my age, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her clothes were ordinary and simple like most people. I didn't look at her carefully and nodded quickly: "Here's the money..." But she said: "Let's talk about it inside." I hurriedly followed her into the venue.

With the first experience, I sat very close to her, and naturally we almost had physical contact. I took out the money and gave it to her, but she said, "Forget it, this is a receipt from our company." But I didn't see anyone she knew, so I had to thank her very sincerely...

As soon as the lights dimmed, I moved my legs towards her very slowly and carefully. I thought it would take a long time to move, but I didn't expect to feel her warmth so quickly. Could it be that she was also moving towards me? The sides of my legs soon came firmly together and I got the long-awaited feeling of my dreams. I was going to touch her with my hands as I had dreamed of countless times, cheering myself up for my determination like Julien. But after all, I don't have Julien's courage, so I have to use some tentative strategies.

I placed my hand on my knee near the point of contact with hers, and my little finger quietly and tentatively moved towards her. I wonder if her knees or the outside of her thighs can feel the new stimulation, will she avoid me? If that happened, I would immediately pretend to leave without any intention and just watch my own movie.

My little finger was clearly touching her leg. Her pants were thin, her body temperature was radiating, and I could feel the softness of her leg muscles... As if unintentionally, my little finger was moving, very carefully, very slowly.

I glanced at her from the side and noticed that she seemed to have no expression, as if she was concentrating on watching the movie... This left me at a loss, was she not feeling the movement because she was concentrating on the movie? It took a long time to make a correct judgment. But I still stepped up my attack, and began to move my legs up and down with my little finger, stimulating her knees and thighs, while also gradually pressing my calves against hers...

Oh, she finally moved and increased the pressure on me. After several rounds of pressure changes, I finally confirmed her need for my contact. So, he mustered up his courage and put his hand on her knee. What surprised me was that her knees were very thin and hard, but they still gave me a warm and comfortable feeling.

Almost at the same time, she grabbed the back of my hand, as if trying to drive me away. But that hesitation encouraged me... Her driving away was not an expression of her true meaning, but just a contradiction... So, I grabbed her tightly, stroking and feeling... The strength of her hand changed, and she began to stroke the back of my hand. Soon, her palms were sweating... In fact, the weather was not very warm.

After a while, I found that her upper body was also leaning tightly against my shoulders, and slightly backward, as if she wanted to fall from my side. I didn't understand her quickly and just moved my body slightly for her. Her right shoulder was already slightly behind my left shoulder, and something soft touched my shoulder... Oh, it was her soft and full breasts, pressing tightly against my shoulders.

My hand seemed to have no concerns at this time, and it quietly moved up to the middle of her thigh. I also tried my best to explore backwards with my little finger, trying to touch a more private area. Maybe he learned it by himself? My hands were gently stroking her thighs, focusing on stimulating the inside of her thighs... I could hear her breathing becoming heavy and rapid, because at this time, her body was behind me and her face was very close to my ears.

Finally, his little finger reached the area between her legs. He felt her tremble and the part between her legs seemed to contract in fear. But I still moved forward firmly until I reached that place with something real and solid, and began to rub it with my little finger.

Her hand, which was originally covering the back of my hand, had slid weakly to the place where our thighs were connected, so I intensified the movement of my little finger while using my other hand to place her hand between my hard legs. Her hands seemed to have lost all feeling, lying there softly and weakly, not daring to move. I added all my fingers to pinky's work, rubbing and kneading that soft spot of hers until she was brave enough to grab my hardness as well.

I finally mustered up all my courage, leaned back, and used the movement of my shoulders to place her body in front of me. My left hand quietly went around her back, groping her waist, and my other hand went to her chest, finally grabbing her small, pointed, and soft breast. Her head rested on my face and I kissed her earlobe... like a fish, touching and pecking her earlobe.

I have a feeling that the movie may be ending soon... I'm afraid this feeling will leave me forever. Trying to say something in her ear. But my throat was so dry that I could hardly speak. After a long time, she reluctantly said, "Let's go play together and have coffee, okay?" She sighed, shook her head as if helpless... and then tried to get into my arms, leaning even closer to me.

The ending song of the movie began to sound, and she seemed to be awakened. She quickly left my body, used her fingers to tidy up her hair and the clothes that I had twisted... She stood up without thinking and left me in another direction... I wanted to catch up with her, but was blocked by the audience who stood up one after another. I watched her walk out of the theater door...

(two)

As people gain more experience, sex is no longer a mystery. Over the years, women who have had physical intimacy have gradually become indifferent to their sexual organs or their voices, expressions and smiles during sex, except for many unforgettable emotional memories. However, some past events in which people had never met each other and had only had timid and mysterious sexual encounters in theaters or on buses often make people reminisce.

In fact, I still occasionally had contact with theaters until recent years, but the opportunities were rare. Because there are too few opportunities to watch movies, and the theaters are always sparsely populated. It is easy for strangers of different sexes to sit together. However, it is a truth that people of the opposite sex are always attracted to each other.

Last year, I went to see an American movie out of boredom, but as usual I couldn’t remember the title. There weren't many people in the theater. Although I saw a few single ladies, I didn't dare to get close to them rashly, so I just found a seat in the dark at the back and sat down.

Later, I noticed a lone thin figure seemed to be walking towards me, but I knew from the feeling that the person was not coming to my row of seats, but to the one behind me. I couldn't help it, so I looked back. In the dim light, I saw a young woman whose appearance and clothes seemed to have good taste. When their eyes made brief contact, they couldn't help but give a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. Even in the darkness, I seemed to feel tiny sparks...

The situation at that time made it unimaginable that we would have the chance to sit together, but fortunately, she sat down behind me. I tried to turn around, but I couldn't do it. "She must be able to sense my interest in her." - I thought.

I knew by feeling that her hand was holding the back of the chair in front of me, which was next to my shoulder that was leaning on the back. I could even feel the trembling of her fingers and the heat of her fingers. So I turned around and "appreciated" her again, because the message I conveyed to her with my smile was appreciation. I turned around suddenly, but I could clearly see her eyes on my shoulder...

When she saw my gaze, she lowered her head in shame. The finger is still where it was before. I took the opportunity to turn around and adjusted my sitting position, and my shoulder touched those thin and soft fingers. The hand seemed to move, or perhaps just tremble, as if it wanted to move away, but finally it stayed where it was.

I used the muscles of my shoulders to touch her, to feel her. I also used the movement of my shoulder muscles to convey some kind of message to her, hoping to get her response. But that soft hand was so calm, allowing my body to send signals to her that caused waves in her chest, just like a baby in deep sleep.

My efforts finally produced a slight response. In fact, it was just a slight tremor of the slender fingers, but I already felt it like an ecstatic moan or an intense contraction. Her movements encouraged me, and the contact between shoulders and fingers began to lighten, rub, and rotate... but they were all extremely slight, and even if you were next to us, it would be difficult to notice the movement of the bodies. But, this feeling is so wonderful. I would rather trade a night of forgetful madness and exhaustion for this moment to last a little longer and feel more real...

I started looking back frequently, and every time I saw that she seemed to be concentrating on watching the movie with a hint of joy on her face. Finally, I tried to move my head back as far as possible to get a reaction from her. With my persistence, she finally leaned her upper body towards me.

"Can I go to the back?"

"No need, just watch it here." She said it calmly and naturally. She is obviously much younger than me, but her tone is like my sister. So, this feeling game has to continue...

When the movie was about to end, I walked to the aisle in advance, right at the intersection of her row. She saw me, but didn't get up immediately. She sat there fixing her hair and clothes... That half minute seemed as long as half a year to me.

Finally, she stood up. I met her at the intersection, pretended to touch her hand accidentally, and held the soft hand that I had felt with my shoulder for more than an hour. She tried to pull her hand away, but my persistence told her: "No!" So, without saying a word, we walked out of the cinema and into the dim boulevard.

I handed her left hand to my right hand, and then put my right hand around her shoulders. Her body was clearly trembling, and she was even a little nervous and stiff. We stopped in a place where the light was blocked by thick shade. I very slowly pulled her to my chest, my lips first touching her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks, and finally her lips... Our bodies were pressed tightly together, I hugged her tightly, sucking her saliva, which was so sweet that I forgot the existence of time...

Suddenly, she pushed me away and said, "I should go back now. My family is waiting for me..."

Of course I knew who the family members she was talking about were, but that didn't matter.

"Can I see you again?"

"I don't know, maybe..."

"Can you give me your phone number?"

"It's better not to. Maybe I'll see him again. I'm afraid... Just forget about it, okay?"

I considered myself a gentleman, so as promised, I did not try to stalk her. I didn't want her to feel uneasy because she seemed so fragile, kind and gentle. I waved for a taxi, handed the driver 10 yuan, and said to her calmly: "Goodbye, have a good rest..."

Everything happened in the dim light. I can no longer remember her appearance clearly. I only remember that our kiss was probably the sweetest, most intoxicating and most unforgettable kiss I have ever experienced.

Now I pay attention to distinguishing those beautiful young women who are 27 or 28 years old. If I meet her, will we be able to recognize each other? Probably not. But if we kissed, I'm sure I'd be able to feel it was hers.