In the Back Row pt. 2

I'm not shy so I made the first move. I tilted my head up and leaned in for a kiss. His lips melted under mine. At first it was just lips touching, tasting, exploring. Then the tips of our tongues meeting, touching briefly, retreating, meeting again. Then we were pressing our mouths into each other. I was devouring him, and he was tasting me. Our first kiss lasted a full 10 minutes. By that time, I was already a little breathless.

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and breathed, "wow."

Indeed.

By this time the previews had rolled on. I looked around and I saw a few couples scattered here and there. None in the back row. A young couple did make their way towards the back row, but they changed their minds and headed towards the middle. So far, so good. It was my first time at public play, so I didn't want an actual audience.

I was about to say something about the small crowd, but he cut me off with his mouth. I didn't mind at all. We kissed for a few more minutes, and his hands started kneading my neck. I love neck rubs, and I absolutely melted under his fingers. My hands wandered over the curves of his tight biceps, his hard shoulders, his smooth broad back. It was like being back in high school, except we were both experienced.

He broke the kiss and went for my neck. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. He licked my neck, my ears, then lower. He tasted the flesh at my collarbone, dipped into my cleavage. I was mad for his touch. Every lick sent tremors throughout me. He went for the buttons on my dress. I noticed he had big hands with long fingers. I love a man with nice hands.

His fingers were shaking just a tiny bit, and I thought that was very cute. I helped him with the first button. He could see the cups on my white bra. He had no trouble with the second and third buttons. Now he could see my entire chest. It was dark, but I know he could see the whiteness of the bra and paleness of my skin. He leaned back in his seat to study me. He had seen my bare breasts from the photos I sent him, but I still felt a little self-conscious.

He leaned closer to me and whispered, "Are you sure you're a B-cup? You look like a full C to me."

I pushed him away, but I was flattered. I know my breasts look bigger because of my small frame. I may not be a busty girl, but I'm proud of what I've got. I thought about explaining this to him, but instead I grabbed the back of his head and whispered, "Just shut up and kiss me." Unoriginal but it seemed perfect at the time.

To be continued...