Private Lessons at the Cinema
I had been visiting David every afternoon under the guise of tutoring. His grades weren’t the best, but the real lessons we shared were the only ones he ever seemed interested in. When he called me today, I expected the usual routine in his bedroom, but David had a different plan. He wanted to go to the movies.
Once we arrived, David bought a giant bucket of popcorn—absolutely massive. As we entered the theater, he insisted we find the most secluded spot possible. The room was crowded, but we managed to slip into a dark corner where the shadows clung to the walls. I whispered, asking why he was so insistent on the isolation, and he simply smiled, telling me to just wait and see.
Halfway through the film, the tension became unbearable. David began to kiss my neck, his hands wandering with a boldness that made my heart race. The risk of being caught by a theater employee only added to the thrill. In a daring move, David lowered his zipper and used a small pocket knife to make a discreet opening in the popcorn bucket, sliding his length inside. The sight of him, hidden yet exposed, sent a jolt of electricity through me.
He leaned in, his voice a low, strained rasp, asking if I knew what to do. I knelt carefully, ensuring we were still shielded by the dark, and began to pleasure him. The sensation of being so close to dozens of strangers while engaging in something so intimate was intoxicating. When he finally peaked, a muffled groan escaped him, and he filled the popcorn with his warmth. We shared the treat, the taboo nature of the act making every bite taste like victory.
As the credits rolled, David whispered in my ear that the experience had left him craving more. We hurried to the restrooms, finding a small, private stall. I leaned against the wall, lifting one leg to give him access. He kissed my spine and neck, slowly sliding inside me. We froze for a moment when a man in the next stall asked if everything was alright, but once the coast was clear, David lost all restraint.
The sound of our bodies colliding echoed softly in the cramped space. He moved with a frantic, hungry energy, his breath hot against my ear. Just as he reached his limit, he pulled back and guided me to take him in my mouth one last time, filling me with his heat. We lingered there for a few minutes, breathless and naked, until the sound of other patrons entering the restroom forced us to dress quickly and exit separately.
As we parted with a long, searing kiss, David’s phone buzzed—his mother was calling him home. He whispered that he already had another surprise planned for tomorrow, leaving me breathless and counting the seconds until our next lesson.