Movie Night 1 - Hardcore Anal

As Cheryl was looking over the covers of the magazines in the

bookstore section of the Pussycat Theater, she could feel the

eyes of the other patrons - men, mostly - on her body. Dressed in

a sheer black blouse and tight skirt, she knew that they could

see her large braless breasts, and particularly her large

areolas. Her dime-diameter nipples were hard and erect from the

way the material seemed to caress them as she moved, denting the

almost transparent fabric. Leaning over to look at one magazine,

she could feel the thin material of her skirt pulling tight

across her ass - plainly revealing that she didn’t have panties

on, either.

She saw one man reach into his pocket of his slacks, and from the

way his hand moved, she knew that he was having to adjust a

growing erection. The thought of the effect she was having on him

made her even more aroused, and she could feel herself opening in

response.

She continued looking over the magazine titles, moving down the

aisle. When she got close to where the man she’d seen adjust

himself, she heard him say “I hope you won’t mind me saying this,

but you’re incredibly sexy!”, with a trace of a British accent.

She couldn’t help smiling at him, and answered “No, of course not

- and thank you.”

Looking him over, she could see that he was dressed for an office

- shirt, tie, slacks, wingtip shoes, neatly shaven, and a cologne

that she somehow found very pleasant. Standing about six feet

tall, he was also trim and fit. All in all, she found him to be

rather sexy, too - and told him so: “You’re pretty good looking,

yourself”, with a grin.

He smiled back at her and asked “Looking for anything in

particular?”, gesturing toward the magazines.

She shook her head, and explained “My husband has to work late

tonight - some major project or other. He won’t be home until

late, he said, so I’m just killing some time.”

The man nodded his head in sympathy, and replied “I can certainly

understand - I’ve been on both ends of that problem. Me, I’m here

with some other folks from our company” - he gestured toward a

number of other men, and a woman - “and we’re just trying to keep

from having to go back to our hotel. We’re from out of town, here

for some silly-ass meeting that could have been handled with a

conference call. But the powers-that-be said no, it had to be in

person - so here we are!”

“Have you had any chance to look around town? We do have

attractions that are a little more interesting than this place!”

Cheryl asked, with a small laugh.

“But none as lovely, I think” the man replied, pleasing her,

before extending his hand and saying “My name is James, by the

way.”

Cheryl took his hand, and felt a warm tingle at his touch before

answering “Cheryl”.

She was extremely surprised - and just as flattered - when he

lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before saying “It’s a

pleasure, Cheryl.”

When he released her hand, Cheryl could swear that she continued

to feel his touch on it for several seconds - something that made

her pussy even wetter.

Smiling at her again, James told her “It’s a shame that all of us

find ourselves with nothing to do tonight. Perhaps we could get

together and find some way to pass the time?”

Cheryl found herself tempted - but the idea of going out

someplace with a bunch of people she really didn’t know didn’t

set well with her, either. Regretfully, she answered “It’s

tempting, but I think I’d better not.”

To her surprise, James quickly told her “Oh, no, I didn’t mean to

suggest anything… serious. I just noticed that this place has

private viewing rooms, and thought that it would be ‘interesting’

for all of us to share one. A little ‘mutual assistance’, if you

know what I mean.”

She thought that one over for a few moments, and answered “That I

think I could do…” - and getting a smile from James in return.

He told her “Let me tell the others, and make the arrangements,

then, okay?”

Cheryl nodded, and a couple of minutes later, found herself

accompanying James, five other men, and a woman to one of the

larger ‘private screening rooms’ the Pussycat had.

When the door closed, James turned to her and said “If you’ll

excuse me, I also made a couple of selections for all of us.”

Cheryl nodded, and let James guide her over to one of the few

chairs in the room - apparently so she would have the reassurance

of sitting by herself. The others arranged themselves in a couple

more chairs and on the large couch the room contained, the woman

sitting between a couple of the men. She was surprised to see a

small stack of what looked like hand towels on a shelf underneath

the TV; James saw her looking at them and explained “They asked

if I’d like them, and it seemed like a good idea. That’s why they

asked for an extra couple of minutes before we came in here.”.

Cheryl nodded, remembering that she and Chris had received the

same offer the first time they’d come to the Pussycat.

James turned the lights off - there were still a couple of dim

ceiling lights to provide some illumination - and went over to

the remaining chair where he stood while introducing everyone:

“Everyone, this is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is John, Bill, Charlie,

Ted, Susanna, and Mark.” As he said each of their names, they

smiled and nodded to her.