Following on from my previous story, it had become a bit of a kink for him to try to make me cum as quickly as possible or cum in my pants. I think we both enjoyed it as much as each other. One day we were out on a date at the movies and were feeling more than a little horny before we got there. We were sat right at the back and in the corner. As it was day time there weren’t many people in the movie, probably just ten or so as well as us, and they were all sat pretty far away. We were getting pretty handsy right from the moment the lights dimmed rubbing our hands all over each other. As soon as his hand found it’s way to my inner thigh I was sporting wood in my briefs. I’ve always worn briefs, partly because I get hard so easily and it’s not easy to hide in shorts even though I’m not big and partly because I have always had an underwear kink. The movie played on and so did we. Eventually I slipped his dick out through his fly and started stroking. Not too quick because we both wanted him to enjoy it and there was ages left in the movie. While I’m stroking him he starts kissing and nibbling my neck which drives me crazy because it’s so sensitive, and keeps rubbing his hands around my thighs, tantalisingly close to my balls but never quite touching them and my cock is straining against my underwear and jeans. Trying to stifle my moans I keep working on his perfect cock, quicker now as I decide it’d be nice for him to cum first for a change and I can feel my orgasm building. As if he knew what I was thinking he moved his tongue from my neck to my ear - yet another thing that drives me crazy. With one hand on my thighs, he moves the other up and under my t shirt to rub my nipples. He has big hands so can rub both of my nipples at the same time. Now I know there’s no chance of holding back until he’s finished and I whisper into his ear that I’m getting close. Without missing a beat, and knowing it’ll tip me over the edge he whispers back with a sly grin ‘Don’t you dare cum.’ But he doesn’t stop rubbing my sensitive nipples and thighs. This pushes me over the edge and I know there’s no way of stopping it now. I tense my abs, arch my back and shoot my load into my briefs. It feels like there must be gallons of cum (I always cum loads). I feel it running down my shaft and the cotton of my underwear, cover my balls and even my asshole before it stops. He sighs, grins and turns to sit square in his seat as I keep jerking him off and he rubs the wet patch that has soaked through my jeans. It takes him a while longer to cum, there’s no way I could have outlasted him, I wonder why I even try. When we leave I struggle to walk normally due to the feeling of the still damp cum and I swear everybody can see the tell-tale dark patch on the crotch of my jeans that lets everybody know that my briefs are sticky with jizz.

Hope you guys enjoy my stories. Let me know if you’d like more with the same guy or the guy that’s now my husband.