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Subject: {ASSM} New "Sat. Matinee" by Pami (M/F)
Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 06:10:03 -0400
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This story contains sexual words, themes, and actions.  If you are under 21, go
away.  If you don't think this is normal (stay away from ME!) go away.  If, on
the other hand, you are legal, and you like this sort of story, please...
continue on.
Please do not repost this story anywhere without my express permission.

Well, folks, dare I hope that Pami is back in the saddle?!  LOL  I woke up this
morning, sat down at the keyboard, and ba-da-bing, something at least mostly
coherent came out!  :)  If you enjoy, please, email me.  Also, check out my
other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Pami/www/  courtesy of Rey running the site, and
Rui Jorge who is kind enough to maintain my little corner of it.


Saturday Afternoon Matinee by Pami (M/F)

It was FINALLY the weekend!  Not even Friday night, which was technically part
of the work week, she reflected, especially when you had to work until 10 pm. 
It was Saturday morning.  Glorious Saturday.  Saturday was a day to relax.  A
day to lie around in bed till 9 or 10 am, and then have a nice breakfast and
see what you and your friends were gonna do to make this weekend a memorable
one.  And she just knew, deep in her bones, that THIS weekend was going to be a
great one.  She rolled over and picked up the phone by her bed.

She hung up the phone and sighed.  How was it that everyone was BUSY?!  Linda
was away visiting her parents.  Another friend was helping his brother move. 
Greg was working, and Phyllis was not feeling well.  The list went on and on. 
Dammit!  Now she had no one to hang around with.  Well, she was going to FIND
something to do today, she determined.

She showered leisurely, making sure to wash all the cracks and crevices with
her latest acquisition, a sweet-smelling shower gel that reminded her of
watermelon.  She lathered up her vulva, and allowed her fingers to wander a
little bit, stroking that nubbin of flesh that was full of pleasure nerves till
she shivered.  God, she was horny today!  She reluctantly pulled her hand away
from her pussy and continued her shower, rinsing away the juices that had
started to flow from within.  She spent long moments lathering up each heavy
breast, playing a small game with herself to see how sudsy she could get each
globe before rinsing it off.  She even decorated each nipple with a dot of gel
and then just worked them over till they were as hard as she could get them. 
And oh, did they get large when properly worked, she thought.  She rinsed her
pussy again, as her tit play had continued to arouse her.  She luxuriously
washed and rinsed and conditioned her long mane, enjoying the touch of her
fingers massaging her scalp, and tilting her head back to see just how far her
wet hair fell down her back.  Wavy when dry, when it was wet, her hair came to
just the top of the crack of her rounded ass, and she was justifiably proud of
it since it was as healthy as it was lush.  And the last thing before she got
out of the shower, she slowly and methodically shaved every part of her body so
that it was silky smooth.  Her rounded calves, dimpled knees and curved thighs
all felt the gentle scrape of the razor.  On a whim, she spent some extra
minutes, quite a few extra minutes actually, on her Venus mound, watching the
curly hairs fall to the shower floor, to be washed down the drain.  She didn't
shave her pussy on a regular basis, but if she was feeling particularly sexy,
she liked the feel of bare skin down there.  Today was a particularly sexy kind
of day.  

She rinsed off one final time from head to toe under a purely cold spray of
water.  She always finished with cold water, enjoying the slight shock to her
warm skin, and today was no exception.  Indeed, today she seemed to be
especially conscious of the tightening of her nipples as the freezing water hit
and slid over them.  After stepping from the shower, she extravagantly spread
her watermelon-scented lotion over her yards of pale skin, inhaling the aroma
deeply as she did so.  "Practically good enough to eat," she giggled to
herself, and then sobered up as she realized that she was wasting the scent on
a day when she wasn't going to get anyone close enough to tempt with her aroma.

She walked to the closet, nude and started looking through her clothes.  She
decided that since she was feeling good today, she was going to go out and do
something, even if it meant going alone.  She was going to go to the mall, do
some window shopping, maybe blow a few bucks, and maybe see a movie or
something.  And since she was in that somewhat sexy mood, she wanted to look
good while she did it.  

She chose a sundress in a dark floral print.  It was figure-hugging, and was
designed so that the wearer didn't have to wear a bra with it.  The bodice was
tight and made of a heavy enough fabric that it supported her 42DDD tits by its
small spaghetti straps, and the skirt flared out over her ample hips to end
about two inches above her knees.  It was a slightly naughty dress, she
thought, as she looked in the mirror, but she was feeling slightly naughty
today, and she decided this was the outfit of the day.  She slipped her feet,
topped by pedicured toes, into a pair of golden sandals. A glance in the mirror
to convince herself that she looked presentable told her that she did indeed. 
Her long auburn hair waved down her back and her eyes sparkled, but it was the
dress that was the kicker.  The dress showed off her curvy figure to advantage,
making her ample hourglass curves seem slightly dangerous, while accenting her
smooth legs.  She smirked at her reflection, and she was off.

She parked at the mall, far away from the entrance.  She didn't like other cars
too close to hers, and she didn't mind the extra little walk.  As she got out
of the driver's seat, she became aware that it there was just the tiniest
breeze out, and she had to hold onto the skirt of her dress to avoid flashing
people as she walked up to the doors.

She wandered from store to store, stopping briefly in a few but not buying much
of anything as she did.  Truth be told, she was enjoying shopping the people
today more than the merchandise.  She bought a lemonade and sat on a bench in
the middle of the mall, just observing people walking by for a while.  She
smiled at mothers pushing rented baby strollers as their tots slept peacefully
through the hubbub.  She felt badly for the mothers of the teens and pre-teens
who were arguing as they walked.  She watched the packs of kids as they
careened about the walkways, trying to look  -~cool' while they checked out the
other kids.  And then there were the men.  Oh, the glorious men!  

She was a connoisseur of men, she thought as she surveyed the male species
before her.  She liked the distinguished looking older man, whose salt and
pepper hair just seemed to complement the confident way that he strode down the
path as if he knew exactly where he was going.  She liked the stud who looked
about 21 or 22; the athletic blond whose startling green eyes met hers as she
gazed at him while he juggled a few bags of things he had bought.  The two guys
in their 30's, who tried not to look guilty or ashamed as they left the
lingerie store, each with a small bag in hand, and she wondered what they had
bought and for whom while they were in there.  She loved the startled look in
the man's eyes who was pushing a stroller when he observed her checking him out
from head to eye.  She boldly met his gaze and slowly gave him a wink, making
sure that his attractive wife didn't see her.  Oh, he got so flustered and
couldn't decide whether to keep looking at her or pay more attention to where
he was walking, and she giggled to herself as he almost walked into one of the
potted trees that dotted the mall's common area.  In short, it was a
smorgasbord of males, and she wanted a little taste of all of them.

She sighed, though.  She didn't really have enough nerve to walk up to a
stranger and start talking.  Her self-esteem was a little low, having been
ripped to shreds by her last boyfriend who had been constantly on her about her
weight.  What she didn't realize was that although she was  overweight, there
were many men out there who took one look at her voluptuous figure and
instinctively wanted to see and touch every inch of her rounded body.  She was
a throwback to an earlier, more voluptuous era, when women looked like women,
and a man just wanted to curl up next to her softness.

"Mind if I have a seat, gorgeous?" she heard as she came back to reality.  She
looked over and saw Kurt, a friend of a friend, standing next to the bench,
holding a couple of shopping bags and looking delicious and refreshing as a
sorbet in the summer heat.  She smiled and assented, and Kurt dropped down next
to her. 

They chatted about commonplaces and their mutual friends for a few minutes. 
She hadn't ever told a soul, but she had developed a mad crush on Kurt almost
instantly.  She wasn't quite sure what it was, but every time she saw him she
swore that he grew more sexy.  Unfortunately, they hadn't gotten to know each
other very well and hadn't spent any time alone together until today.  Well, if
sitting on a public bench at a crowded mall counted as alone, anyway.  She
continued the conversation, trying hard not to stare at his full lips and
wonder what they would taste like.

"So, what are your plans for today, fair lady?" Kurt asked, looking down at her
with a smile on his face.

"I don't know," she answered, "Maybe a movie matinee or something."

"Can I come?" he queried.  "I don't really have anything planned for today, and
I can't think of a better way to spend my time than with such a beauty by my
side."

She blushed at such unwarranted and extravagant praise and quietly said, "Sure
you can, if you really want."

"Oh, I really WANT," he breathed almost so low that she didn't quite hear him
and wasn't quite sure if that was what he really said.

She looked up at him again and he was intently staring into her eyes.  There
were no smiles on the bench as they looked into each other's souls for a long
minute.  Then he stood up and said, "Shall we?" and the moment was gone.

She rose and they ambled down to the multiplex at the end of the mall.  After
some good-natured quarreling about what movie to see, they agreed upon an
action-adventure flick that had been out for a while but neither had the time
to see before.  At the ticket window, she bought her own ticket before he did,
prompting him to tell her that the next time they did this that HE was going to
pay.  Almost like a real date, she thought to herself excitedly.  Then she
tamped down her enthusiasm.  Just because she lusted after him did NOT mean
that he reciprocated.  They were just going to hang out today, and she was
pretty happy with that.

The theater was quite small, signifying that the peak popularity of the movie
was past.  The only people who were paying to see it now were people who either
saw it once and simply HAD to see it again, or those, like them, who had just
missed it so far but didn't want to wait till the video came out.   In fact, as
the previews started, she observed that they were the only two inside the
theater.  The situation apparently didn't escape Kurt either, as he looked down
at her by his side and grinned, "Alone at last, my pretty," and gave her his
best evil villain smirk.  She laughed out loud at his outrageousness, and
settled back, relaxing in her seat.

By the time the previews had ended, some five or so minutes later, she was
intensely aware of Kurt's arm along the back of her seat.  He had casually slid
it back there, stretching out, and was idly playing with a lock of her hair. 
She tried to concentrate on the scene unfolding on the screen, but she kept
smelling Kurt and her mind was wandering down its own little path, one that had
nothing to do with the supernatural creatures that kept popping up onscreen to
torment the hero.

He shifted in his seat and she felt his thigh press against hers.  It felt so
strong next to her softness, and she wondered what it would feel like if both
of their legs were unclothed.  Would the crisp curly hairs of his leg tickle
her smooth one?  What about if they wrapped their legs around each other?  She
shivered as her mind traveled the path of momentary lust, only to be pulled
back by a scream onscreen as the hero's love interest ended up face to face
with a monster.

"Cold?" he asked as he leaned down toward her, feeling the shiver run through
her body.

"Ummm, no," she managed to get out, as she looked up at him, unaware that her
feelings were apparent on her expressive face in the half-light of the movie
screen.

He groaned at the site of her pink lips, slightly parted and almost
unconsciously, he wrapped his fist around a long tress of her mane, pulling her
head back as his swooped down.  Their lips met in a passionate kiss that seemed
to go on forever.  Their mouths opened and his tongue darted inside her mouth,
tasting her while she moaned low in her throat.  

Their kisses went on and on, while the movie blared around them.  She
momentarily thought about being in a public theater, but there was no one else
in with them, so she shoved that thought away and concentrated on Kurt and his
magical mouth.  

He licked and kissed his way along her curved jawline to her ear, where he
nibbled on her earlobe, sending shudders through her entire body.  When he
moved lower, to the column of her neck, she felt a rush in her pussy, and she
knew that she was wet already.  She shifted in her seat, and he stopped,
whispering softly, "Should I stop?" and she knew that him stopping was the LAST
thing she wanted.

"Oh NO," she breathed, "I just have to pull my skirt up, if you don't mind." 
She blushed in the darkness as he raised one eyebrow at her.  "Well... ummm...
Oh my God, I can't believe I am telling you this, but... well, I don't want to
leave a wet spot on the back of my dress," she blurted out.

Kurt swallowed hard and looked down at her.  "A wet spot?  Already?"

She felt like she was pulled out of the fog of lust that had enveloped her. 
She knew it was disgusting, but she told him anyway.  "Ummm... I get really
wet.  I mean REALLY wet.  Pretty easily.  I can't help it.  It just happens." 
And she looked away from Kurt back to the movie, where she had no idea what was
happening, but it was less embarrassing than watching him be disgusted by her.

Kurt sat straight up in his seat and glanced around the movie theater one more
time, confirming that they were indeed the only two in the dim place.  He
smiled.  He pulled her hair again so that she was looking at him.  "Stand up,"
he told her matter-of-factly.

"What?" she asked, wondering if he was going to tell her that she needed to
leave.

"I said, Stand Up.  Right here.  In front of me.  Now, please," he almost
commanded her, giving thanks for stadium seating, which provided all sorts of
ample leg room.

She did as she was told, now sensing that all wasn't lost, and wondering what
on earth he was doing.  She tried to turn and face him, but he stopped her. 
"No.  Face the screen," he told her.  So she did.

She felt his hands, starting at her ankles, tracing their way up her
well-muscled calves.  His strong fingers gently smoothed their way up her legs
to the knees, lingering there as he lightly tickled her in that sensitive spot
just behind the knee.

He heard a soft rumbling and realized it was coming from her.  She was purring,
he realized, and he grinned to himself.  "Like that?" he asked her as he
continued to caress her, and he saw her long hair move as she nodded.  He
stopped.  "Out loud, please.  Tell me."

"Yes, I like it," she said softly.  She was lying.  She didn't just like it,
she LOVED his touch.  He was definitely hitting all the right spots, and she
felt herself getting wetter by the second.  

His hands continued up over her thighs, and as they slipped below the hem of
her skirt, he could feel the heat coming from the juncture of her legs.  He
smiled again.  As he slowly slid his fingers higher and higher, he felt himself
growing from half hard to a full blown erection.  He stopped a moment to adjust
his cock to a more comfortable position and heard her moan of protest.  

All of a sudden, his hands were gone, she realized.  She was so enjoying his
touch that when it was taken away, she was keenly aware of it.  She glanced
behind her in time to see him touching his crotch, and it excited her when she
observed the material of his shorts stretched tightly across his groin.  

He looked up to see her watching him, and barked a command.  "Eyes to the
front, please.  Don't turn around unless I tell you."  He softened his tone a
bit.  "Please."

She turned back around and faced the screen once more while she wondered what
was coming next.  She didn't have to wait long.

He took the hem of her dress and pulled it up over hr waist.  "Hold, please" he
told her as he placed one of her hands on the skirt so he had an unobstructed
view of her from ankle to waist.  In the dim light of the theater, her skin
glowed.  The sensuous curves of her legs flowed into a round, ripe ass, the
cheeks of which were split by a small line of fabric that ran from her waist
into the crack of her bottom, exposing the soft flesh around them to his eyes. 
He inhaled deeply, smelling the scent of her arousal, and he grew just a bit
harder.  He reached one hand down, and in a fluid motion, firmly ran his
fingernails from her Achilles tendon all the way up over her lower limbs and
across the soft flesh of her buttocks.  He heard her moan and watched her
bottom shake as she felt the lines of fire run over her soft skin, and he
watched as the delicate red lines appeared, just barely visible on her milky
whiteness in the dusky theater.

She didn't want to move as she felt him scrape his way over her body with his
nails.  How did he know that she liked that, she wondered to herself, but then
she stopped thinking altogether as she felt his mouth.  

He firmly bit one plump cheek of her ass, enjoying the softness of the flesh
beneath his mouth.  He then bit the other one, and finally, he bit that tiny
area where her thighs met the bottom of her buttocks, feeling her entire body
shudder as he did so.  

"Oh...My... God..." she moaned to his delight.  

"Bend over," he instructed her as he pushed on the small of her back.  She did
as he requested, bending so far over the seat in front of her that he could
easily see the source of the heat coming from between her legs.  He grabbed the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, with not a protest
from her.  Instead, she moaned again and wriggled her luscious ass at him.   He
took that as a positive and began lavishing the round posterior before him with
kisses and nibbles and licks.  

She was in heaven.  And hell.  His mouth was causing the most delicious
sensations to run from her ass to her brain to her nipples and on down to her
pussy.  She couldn't believe she was in a public movie theater, although it was
empty, allowing a man, even one as sexy as this one, to bare her to his eyes
and his touch.  She shut her eyes and concentrated on the feelings in her body.

Kurt couldn't stand it anymore.  He had to taste the sweetness that he knew was
just inches away, and he licked his way down the crack of her ass.  He lingered
for a moment at her rosebud, enjoying the way it crinkled up as he lightly
flicked it and he felt her entire body tighten up.  He filed that away for
future reference, and continued on.  He felt the wetness on the cheeks of his
face from where she had dripped on her thighs, and he went deeper.

"Ahhhhh..." she moaned loudly as she felt his mouth reach her pussy.  He firmly
pushed her legs further apart, and she was almost dangling from the seat in
front as he began to lick up her juices.  His tongue tickled her hole and she
squirmed, feeling a rush of fresh moisture flow out of the secret recesses of
her body.  

Kurt groaned himself as he lost himself in the fragrant meatiness of the cunt
in front of him.  God, she tasted good, he thought, as he lightly bit on the
smooth lips of her pussy, tugging on them with his mouth.  One of his hands
slowly rubbed his cock through his shorts, and the other one massaged her ass,
grabbing it firmly and squeezing it hard.  He lost himself in her pussy, and he
heard the slurping sounds he made as he ate her mercilessly.  He pushed his
face in deeper, and moved lower, finding her firm clit with his mouth.  He
licked up and down that pearl of sensitivity, vaguely hearing her moaning in
the background, but too intent to pay much attention.  Her trembling indicated
to him that she was getting close to a climax, and he judged his moment
instinctively.

She couldn't stand it anymore.  His licking on her clit was going to push her
over the brink, right there, in the theater, and she just didn't care.  His
nose kept pushing against the edges of her hole and she knew she was close. 
And then it happened.

Kurt opened his mouth wide and sucked her clit into his mouth.  He closed his
teeth around it gently and while sucking, flicked his agile tongue back and
forth over the kernel of flesh.  That was it.

She screamed, as softly as she could, but it was still definitely a scream as
she began convulsing in her orgasm.  The feeling of his teeth and tongue,
combined with the unrelenting suction of his mouth made her climax go on and on
and she felt her hips bucking as she spasmed over and over again.

He was in heaven.  She was coming hard, and he could feel every tremble and
shudder and spasm of her body.  The juices coming from her increased, if that
was possible, and he released her clit to move up and suck them all straight
from the source, slurping them down like he was dying of thirst.

She began to come down from the incredible high, still feeling his mouth back
there.  His tongue was inside her, as if he were trying to lick her dry,
although she had little doubts of THAT happening.  She inhaled deeply, trying
to calm her body, although she kept having little aftershock spasms that would
cause her inner muscles to clamp down on his tongue.

Finally, he stopped.  She stood up, and went to move away, but his hands held
her firmly in place.
"No," he said.  "Sit down," he commanded her.  "Here.  On my lap."  

She stopped, now embarrassed as she always was when she was the one on top. 
"No," she hissed back at him.  "I'll smush you."

"Yes," he told her.  "Trust me.  You won't."  And he pulled her backwards, so
that his legs were inside hers, spreading her wide over him.  She tried to
lower herself gracefully, and then stopped as she felt it.

Kurt held his painfully erect cock pointing up as he watched her naked ass
descend towards him.  He wanted, no, he NEEDED to be inside her.  Mr. Happy
just had to get inside the wet heat of her pussy, and he wasn't taking no for
an answer.

She glanced back, not sure what she felt, and she gasped as she saw the pillar
of flesh that was pointing at her.  She wasn't sure how large it was, but it
sure looked thick, and she knew he was going to stretch her.  She looked around
again at the empty theater, glanced up at the screen, and then sighed and sank
down on him.
They both gasped in unison as his hardness slid deep inside her warmth.  She
simply sat there for a minute, as she grew accustomed to the stretching of her
channel, and he was grateful for the moment to try to compose himself.  Then he
felt it.

"God!" he moaned as Kurt felt her pussy walls seem to constrict around him.  It
was like he was getting a massage from a hot wet silk glove on his cock, and he
was lost in the pleasure.

She was clenching and unclenching her inner muscles in an effort to feel every
inch of the hardness inside her.  She loved the way he fit into her, and she
just wanted to make sure that she enjoyed every second of it.  And if he liked
it, which apparently he did, from the noises he was making, well... so much the
better.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore.  She began rising and falling on the
pillar of flesh that she was seated upon.  She would slowly raise up until just
the head of his cock was inside her opening, and she felt empty inside, and
then she would quickly lower herself, feeling her walls expand to take him in. 
She did it over and over again, not only enjoying the sensations in her body,
but she was drinking in the sounds that he was making as she moved.

Kurt was so aroused he didn't know how he was keeping himself from shooting off
deep inside her.  His cock practically ached it was so hard, and each time she
slid back down on him, he thought it would be the last.  Her wetness was still
flowing freely, and he knew he was going to have a wet spot on his shorts, but
it was a small price to pay for the decadent feel of his balls being bathed
with her essence.  He watched her long hair bouncing before him, and he
inhaled, smelling her cleanliness mixed with the smell of sex permeating the
air around them both.  He started to grunt with each thrust, and was moving his
hips upwards to get maximum penetration and pleasure from every movement.  Kurt
heard her small noises as well, which only added to his sensory overload.  

"Oh god..Yes.. Yes.  Yes." she declared with every deeply penetrating motion
that they made.  Their bodies were wetly slapping together and she knew she was
close to another orgasm.

Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore, and as she slammed down on him, he
held her there, he cock buried as deeply into her tightness as it could get and
he yelled.

She felt it.  She felt the spasms of his cock as his essence unloaded itself
deep inside her pussy.  The throbbing over her clit were enough and she yelled
a moment later as her own climax rushed through her. 

Kurt felt her come as she tightened around his pulsating cock, practically
milking the semen from deep inside his body with her convulsions.  He was truly
in heaven, he thought to himself, as soon as he was able to think again.

She was sated.  For the moment, at least, she giggled to herself.  She knew
that she and Kurt had an awful lot more to explore together, and she couldn't
wait to get started. 

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