3 weeks later. Late afternoon, Emily and Samara are at a showing of Burlesque…
I'm torn between wanting to watch the half-naked women on the screen, and wanting to ogle the gorgeous, jean and t-shirt clad woman sitting next to me. Emily wins. Those dark chocolate, brown eyes, full, soft oh-so-kissable lips; just a hint of abs, when you run your hand along her stomach, and curves in all the right places. A toned arm around my shoulder, my gaze drops to the swell of her breasts as they rise and fall with each breath, down to her long legs, then finally resting on her womanhood. I itch to touch her, lick her, and kiss her there…
I drop to my knees, between her legs, dragging my nails along her inner thighs. Teasing and taunting till she begs me to touch her. I slide my fingers under the waistband of her black, lace panties and gently pull them down and off, revealing her wet, swollen folds. Slowly, I bite and lick a trail down one thigh and then the other, making her moan and shiver in pleasure. My mouth hovers over her mound for a minute, as I glance up at her, her eyes are closed in delight and her breathing is erratic. It's a beautiful image, I feel a flutter in my chest and i smile proudly to myself. Leaning in, I tentatively lick her folds…
"Samara...Samara?"
I shake my head, coming back to reality, and shift uncomfortably in my seat. I feel a blush creeping up my face, as I realize how wet and aroused I am after that little daydream.
"Yeah, Hun. What's up?" I say as nonchalantly as possible.
"Is this movie making you hot?" she asks.
I look at the screen and I see a woman in fishnet stockings, heels, garter belts, black panties, and a leather corset. What would Emily look like in that? The image pops in my head, and I have to bite my tongue to stop the groan. Jolts of arousal spread from my stomach to my throbbing core, intensifying the ache that begs to be eased.
"Mhm, it is kind of making me hot" I reply.
She leans into me and whispers, "Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one. I'm going to head to the restroom, let me know what I miss."
"O…Okay" I stutter, dumbfounded by her confession. I watch her leave; those lovely hips swaying to some unknown beat, then turn back to the movie in an attempt to distract myself. A minute or two later, I feel my pocket vibrate. Who the hell is texting me while I'm on a date! If this isn't an emergency, I'm going to kick their fucking ass. I take out my phone and slide it open.
New Message From: Emily
Come to the bathroom now, I need your assistance with something ;-) *giggles naughtily*
My heart starts racing, I jump out of my seat and run to the ladies room. I pause outside the door, calming my breathing and attempting to regain an ounce of my composure. Slowly, I push open the door, step inside, and walk towards the stalls. Hmm, where is she?
I call out, "Emily? Emily, where are you?"
A hand reaches out, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the last stall on the right. She closes and locks the door before pushing me up against the wall, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss, and sneaking her tongue in when I gasp in surprise. I get lost in the sensations; her tongue exploring, rubbing along the roof of my mouth, then intertwining with mine, fighting me for dominance. She wins. Her hands move over my breasts and down my sides, coming to rest on my hips, her fingers slipping under my tank top to rub along my heated flesh. I feel her fingers glide along my stomach towards the button of my jeans, my muscles spasm involuntarily and I inhale sharply in anticipation. I break the kiss and moan when her delicate fingers unsnap the fastening, and dip below the waistband to teasingly brush against my sensitive folds.
"I thought I was here to assist you?" I ask breathily.
"You are." She replies, dropping to her knees in front of me.
"But I…"
She cuts me off whispering seductively, "You're here to assist me with my need to pleasure you."
Her hands move to unzip my jeans, and they fall down my hips slightly, to reveal my pink, lace panties. She grabs the offending material, and pulls it roughly down my legs, till she can push my thighs apart. I let out a small whimper as the cool air rushes to meet my heated center, then her mouth is on me. Her tongue, playing, exploring, and testing to see what gets the most reaction out of me. Finally settling on long, firm strokes quickly followed by swirls around my clit. I gently rock my hips against her face, my hands tangling in her long brown hair, moaning as her tongue works me into a fever pitch. In the background, I hear the restroom door open then slam shut. I curse, scrambling to help Emily up off her knees, and myself dressed. After fastening my jeans, I hear the door open and close again. Cautiously I peer out of the stall…all clear. Letting out a sigh of relief and frustration at being interrupted, I turn around, wrapping my arms around her waist and laying my head in the crook of her neck.
"Damn, that was close." I whisper, letting out a nervous giggle.
"Very." She replies, chuckling a little. I kiss her neck, nipping her pulse point gently, before lifting my head and smiling as I meet her eyes.
"Where did you learn to use your tongue like that?" I ask quietly as we leave the restroom.
"Giant jawbreakers. I can lick my way to the center and almost out the other side in a little over an hour." She replies cheerily, shrugging.
"Remind me to buy you some more." I say, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips.
"Oh, I shall." She says returning my smirk.
We walk out of the theater holding hands, and head for the candy store. Glancing over at her, I see her smiling proudly, and think: How did I ever get so lucky?