IN THE DARKNESS OF THE CINEMA


Gentleman
A storm caught me in the middle of a walk along Avenida Paulista. I went to take shelter at the Gemini Gallery. I stopped at a coffee shop. The idea, of course, was to wait for the storm to pass and move on to my appointment. But the rain only made it worse.
There at the counter, with nothing else to do, I started talking to the people around me, all apparently in the same situation. It was from that moment that the story began to change course …
In the middle of 3 or 4 fat and bald executives, there was a light that stood out. Blonde, dressed elegantly in a beige suit, the skirt about 10 centimeters above the knee, a silk blouse with two open buttons, in a discreet boldness. About forty years old, with a confident attitude, who always seems to know what he wants.
Two of the executives tried to make fun of her, which with class and fierce humor dismissed them. They retreated. In an exchange of looks, without words, we commented on the situation. It was the opening for a conversation to start. First, joking comments about the clumsy attempt at singing, then about the rain. Today unfortunately closed, the gallery’s cinemas were still active. One of them was showing a replay of “Hannah and her sisters”, one of the best films by Woody Allen. I comment with her that I will give up everything – the rain did not subside – and would grant me a cinema session in the middle of the afternoon.
She opens her eyes wider:

  • Not a bad idea. Would you mind keeping me company? I hate to go alone …
    Saying no to a lady like her? Don’t even think about it … In a stroke of luck the next session started in fifteen minutes. We bought the tickets and went inside. Inside, she suggests we stay in the back row. In that cinema, this line of seats was separated from the back corridor by a wall at least 1.80m high. Whoever was behind, including the projectionist, could not see us. There was no one else in the room. When the lights went out, it was just us.
    And before the fade-out of the lights, I could see her thighs, very shapely, which showed when the skirt went higher when sitting up. I still felt like a gentleman accompanying a lady at that moment. But with several ideas hanging around my head …
  • Wow! There is nobody here! We can be very comfortable …
    She said that, making me wonder if it was just a comment, or there was something more in context. A suggestion. Or a subtle provocation?
    The film begins, and in the gloom I realize that it doesn’t stop. Move, cross and uncross your thighs. If I know anything about the female universe, it tells me that she is nervous. He certainly hesitates between remaining the serious woman of everyday life or giving in to another woman, full of desires, who lives hidden in her secret daydreams.
    I decide to take a chance. Or a slap in the face, or it all starts now. I support my hand on your left thigh.
  • It’s all right? Aren’t you comfortable?
  • Y … Yes … But you know: this film is very good, but I’ve seen it twice …
    And he spoke without mentioning – or complaining about – the hand that touched it.
  • We can always improvise another film, just ours …
  • With that little hand, are you? …
  • Including her …
    She lets out a laugh.
  • Naughty!
    And take my hand and take it under the skirt, to the volcanic point where your thighs meet. In panties already damp.
    Come to me. Grab me, kiss me hard. It opens the thighs wide, facilitates my hand that goes under the panties. Fingers penetrate a hot, wet pussy.
    She whispers moans, trying to be discreet.
  • Ah! How crazy! Nobody is watching us, is it? Well then let’s go …
    Let’s go? She kneels on the floor, unzips my pants and releases my cock. It even hurts hard. Go to him, lick its entire length, kiss the head, hold it on your full lips. Then slowly start to swallow, suck me gently, slowly, without haste. Knows how to do…
    It keeps driving me crazy in this movement. Hold my dick with your left hand and come with your mouth swallowing a good part and coming back.
    Nonstop. It sucks with all its pleasure.
    Our madness continues, in the unusual way it started. Until so much effort from her results in a joy that explodes inside your mouth. She changes her movement from a smooth blowjob to a frantic one. And drink me all …
    He goes back to the chair, takes a tissue from his bag and wipes it over his lips. Come whisper in my ear:
  • Wow! I never imagined this happening! … I hope you enjoyed our little film …
    It is like! But the film is not over …
    I open her blouse, lift her bra. I suck the left breast while caressing the right. Invert and follow. She has that breath again.
  • The show has to go on dear …
    I hug her, pick her up and lay her on the carpet. In that cramped space where we barely fit, I lift up her skirt and pull off her panties. I fall in my mouth in the heat of her pussy. I lick, I suck his clit hungrily, stick my tongue out. She moans, squirms.
  • You crazy! Look what you’re doing to me! …
    Moan more and more …
  • Wants to know? Madness for madness, come deep. Fuck me, horny! Fuck me tasty, I want! …
    I go over it, which takes my cock and helps me to put it. As possible, with shoulders hitting the armchairs all the time, I stuff everything into that furnace. Deeper and deeper, stronger and stronger.
  • Kiss Me! If not I scream and they’ll discover us! …
    The kiss and the deep penetration followed together. Long.
    In this complete complicity, we had an unforgettable orgasm.
    Delicious madness …
    The film was already ending, we sat down again to compose ourselves. We had some work to find her panties, but we found her and, as far as possible, we are again the lady and gentleman who appreciate the good old Woody Allen who entered that session.
    When the lights come on, we go out. She asks us to leave separately, just in case. It was only then that I noticed her alliance … I left right behind her. Trying to have that distant face that wouldn’t reveal to the employees in the waiting room what had happened.
    Of course I wanted to reach her out there, to talk and exchange phones, things like that. Even to introduce ourselves – oddly enough – because we didn’t even say our names.
  • Dr. Evelyn! How lucky to find a lady here! We were desperate after the lady, we were going to your house.
    They appear to be two of her employees, who brought papers to sign. As far as I could understand, they left the office with some urgent document to sign and went to her house, certainly nearby in the gardens.
    I preferred not to approach, as that would certainly arouse suspicion. I go back to that cafeteria across the street, I wait there for her to get rid of them. I have a cappuccino, while I see the conversation go on. But I get distracted, and when I look back, she was gone. I pay in a hurry and try to find her through the gallery. In vain. It’s six in the afternoon, Paulista is full of people.
    She’s gone…
    Nothing more to do, I take a taxi heading my way. The car radio plays loudly:

“In the dark of the cinema,
sucking anise drops … “
I can’t hold a smile. The driver starts a conversation:

  • Do you like Rita Lee, doctor?
  • I like the theme, man. From the theme …

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