Not Since High School

God it was just what I needed. So thick and hard, with a slight taste of butter in my mouth. Super wet and slick, god I must be slobbering everywhere. With the thousands of times that I have had a cock in my mouth, I really can't tell you why it still excites me so much. But it does. It never fails. Something makes me think of dick and then I crave it and need it and have to have it. And then I do. I get it. And right now it was poking all around inside my mouth trying to find that tunnel at the back that is could slip into and disappear into warm wet velvet heaven. "Ahhhh...not yet buddy, I am still having too much fun", I think to myself as I pull my head up a bit admiring the pleasure rod I am playing with. My tongue darting out to flick across the tip, then staying out to lead the way down the shaft as I thrust my face down onto it again. As I feel my lips slide down the rippled veins of the long shaft my body shakes with happiness, and I am suddenly acutely aware of my nipples trying to tear through the thin fabric of my light summer top. My mind picturing my bra on the floor of the front seat of his car where he told me to leave it. His car, back to how I got here.

I have a thing about being barefoot. I think I may have mentioned it before. I don't know where it started or how. My mom says it was pretty much in me since birth. I couldn't keep infant socks on to save my life. Then growing up i was always barefoot. All summer long. It used to frustrate my mom when we would go somewhere only to realize that I had no shoes and didn't even realize because I was so used to going barefoot. Still to this day, I am barefoot all the time. In my college classes suddenly I will be aware of some guy or professor staring at my feet, only to realize that I have kicked off my shoes and and am barefoot under the desk. You guys have heard me talk about dancing barefoot in bars, so so so many times. And, in cars. I always kick my shoes off in cars. You may be driving me somewhere and you can look over and see my shoes in the floor, and my feet curled up under me in the seat, or up on your dash, or in your lap, or out the window, toes wiggling.

Tonight was no different. I hit the car and the sandals popped off on the floor. I distinctly remember taking my bra off when instructed to and watching it land on the floorboard by my sandals. And then I just pulled a Meg. I didn't want the shoes anyway, and besides, with a big smile on my face, no ever really tells me that shoes are required, even when they are. Besides, i like to feel things, I like to feel the ground and the textures. The rough pavement as we walked across the parking lot, me holding onto his arm, animated and jabbering, silly smile across my face. I notice things. I noticed him looking to see if others were looking at us. I like when men do that, means they are excited and proud to be out with me. Feeling the matted down carpet as we entered the movie theater. Seeing the usher look at my bare feet, then keep looking. Then feeling the sticky floor of our row of seats. Not super sticky, but not matter how much they try, they can't ever get it all up. And I can feel it. My feet always feel it. Stepped on a Reese's Pieces I think. Then curled up in my chair, legs wrapped under me, ready for the movie to start.

Oh yeah, I think I said earlier that something always kinda gets my mind on dick. Well, we went to see Black Widow, and there is a scene where Scarlett Johansson is walking away from the camera in an apartment I think, and her ass, good god her ass. Like her ass turns me on. I want to get into her so badly. So it crosses my mind that I can see why men go so crazy for her. They must want to get their dicks in her so badly. And there it is. Dicks on the brain. Thinking the guy I came with probably just got a bit turned on like I did. So I lean into his ear and whisper, "save some popcorn" and begin to crawl down onto the floor. I get between his legs and look up at him as I start fiddling with his zipper. God he is so cute, looking around to see if anyone can see us, total little boy grin all over his face. Mmmmmm, I love feeling it grow really hard in my hand. I mean he was on his way by time I pulled him out, but there is that extra level of like rock hard that cocks get, you guys know what I mean. I love that feeling. I love trying to squeeze as hard as I can around the shaft and feeling it not budge, it's just so hard.

Then that first feeling on my lips, putting it in slowly at first, I just love love love that feeling. Almost new, yet so totally familiar. Working my way down, my nose getting closer and closer to his torso. Mmmmm I can really still taste a bit of the butter from my popcorn in my mouth as I slurp on his cock. It is getting sloppy enough that I am starting to make a lot of noise as a quiet scene pops up. (FYI, someone is going to have to fill me in on the 20 minutes I missed, or I am going to have to go watch it again.) Every time he starts to get squirmy, I slow down and pull off. Not ready to be done yet. I am actually stroking him as the first bit of precum oozes out. I lean forward and wipe his cock on both of my cheeks and then grip his thighs and plunge down hard, spearing the back of my throat with his cock head, feeling my throat fill up with his cockmeat and blocking out all the air. Here we go, harder and harder, omg omg it feels so good, omg yes yes I want cock in my mouth forever. More more. God yes. Oh fuck I can't stop, I love this feeling. I know he is going to cum, but yes yes harder harder, mmmm. And suddenly the flow starts and I can feel the warm salty jizz filling my mouth. OMG this is a way bigger load than I thought it would be.

I pull back, smiling at him, waiting for him to open his eyes again. When he does I am holding my popcorn below my chin as I open my mouth and let his baby swimmers drool out over my lips and onto the fluffy kernels. I swallow hard to take care of any that didn't find it's way out of my mouth, then smile wide as I crawl back up in my seat, tuck my bare feet back up under my ass, rub my stone hard nipples so they will calm down, and then reach a hand into my popcorn, feeling the sticky on my fingers as I drop the popcorn into my mouth. Perfect combination of flavors!!!!

FYI... I can always eat a lot of popcorn and I ate it all that night.

Not since high school had I given a movie theater blow job. But this weekend I did, and now I want to do it again!

(By the way, there is a scene at the end where ScarJo walks towards a jet and we get a long look at her ass and how she moves her hips and holy shit i was wet as a river again. Let's just say that the second thing I repeated from high school that night was fogging up the car windows. As soon as we got in the car I was up in his lap!)

Think of me when you see the movie!

Kisses,

Meg