HNT/Thursday Mirage - Midnight Madness

There is something about a midnight movie that brings out the best in everyone. Maybe it is the shared experience of seeing a movie that everyone has seen a million times before. Maybe it is the inevitable arrival of the people in costumes. Or it could be the combination of cold beer and sleep deprivation. Whatever it is...it is magic.

We left the movie a little after two in the morning. The warm summer breeze that had been so oppressive during the day kept the night pleasant and warm. We walked arm in arm down the dark street to where the car was parked.

We slid in to the black leather interior and the lights slowly dimmed. I leaned over and kissed you as you settled in to your seat and fastened the belt. You kissed me back, our tongues meeting. You tasted of popcorn, beer, and summer.

Our kisses became more passionate. I turned in my seat and faced you fully. My hand found its way to your hair My other hand found its way to your back. We kissed some more. Just as my hand slipped from your back and around to the buttons on your blouse, we heard more people coming along the sidewalk. Just our luck, they chose our car to be near as they stopped for a smoke.

We looked at each other, the disappointment clear on our faces in the dim light. I started the car and pulled out.

Driving through the quiet streets, I caught glimpses of you in the streetlights. Your silky hair. Your long legs visible under your short skirt. Your cleavage that drives me crazy.

I slid my hand from the gear shift on to your thigh. It was warm and soft. I started to stroke it softly. You smiled at me and shifted a bit in your seat. I stroked higher, enjoying the new area of exposed leg. Soon I was rubbing higher. I could feel your pussy, so warm and inviting through your silky underwear. I was so caught up in what I was doing with your leg, that I missed the car stopped in front of us. If you had not pointed it out, the night would have ended poorly.

You took my hand from your leg and put it back on the steering wheel. Then you shifted in your seat again and pulled your skirt up around your waist. Your fingers disappeared under the band of your underwear. I could make out the familiar circular motion of your fingers on your clit.

As we drove home, the car began to smell of your sex. Your hips were moving more and more and your head was thrown back, exposing your pulse in your neck. Your heart was beating fast and a soft moan escaped your lips. Before I knew it, your body shuddered as you orgasmed under the lights of Hawthorne street.

When you came down from your high, you looked at me and smiled. Your eyes drifted down to my bulging crotch. "Keep your hands at ten and two," you said as you slowly undid my zipper. For the rest of the way home you played with me until you finished me off in the warm seclusion of our driveway.

I can't wait for next month's midnight movie.