i feel like i don't see a lot of male written success stories here? so i thought i'd give it a try

(please excuse the formatting, it attempts to hide my writing style for privacy / paranoia purposes. also please forgive the length, as i couldn't help but to relive this delightful moment as i wrote)

this was last year, one time i posted this here & got a response that actually went somewhere (it could happen to you!)

was lucky enough to get a reply from a woman in her mid 20s who was interested in my premise; chatted on reddit a bit before moving to telegram to continue talking

i shared a picture with her and she said i was cute which was nice (men like compliments too okay) & she sent one back after some assurances

in her picture, she was quite pretty-- smiley and curvy, in a flattering outfit & somewhat darker complexioned. she told me she was indian & asked if that would be a problem, and i couldn't help but laugh. i let her know that no, in no way was that a problem; if anything it was a bonus. we traded some flirtatious messages, voice notes (where I heard a faint, delightful accent) & finally started to plan the actual event in question, what each of us would like to happen, boundaries, etc

we made plans to meet midday, midway between us, hoping for a show with few people there. smile was playing and we both enjoy horror movies so we decided on that -- having no idea how little of the movie we'd end up watching. we decided to meet for coffee beforehand; i arrived a bit early so I got us drinks & sat to wait.

i think i succeeded in maintaining my composure when she got there, but inside i was jubilant, not just for the prospect of what was about to happen, but because she looked ravishing. it was mid-october and the temperature hadn't quite yet started to dip drastically, but still if she had worn pants or leggings, i wouldn't have been surprised. instead she wore a jacket over a bright red dress and some chucks, legs out (for me 🥰). its a look i love and i couldn't help but to thank my lucky stars that she came dressed as such even though we hadn't discussed outfits beforehand at all

we drank, both of us chatting awkwardly, no doubt trying to reconcile the platonic preamble with the intimate intentions that were not too far in front of us. soon it was time to leave for the movie, so we did

as if her attire wasn't lucky enough, we walked into a theater that was completely empty except for us. i made a silent prayer that it would stay that way, and approached our seats. we sat down, and she immediately lifted the armrest between us, which was signal enough for me. i settled in and delicately laid my hand on her knee as if this was our hundredth date night, reveling in the space between familiar & unfamiliar touch-- acting like we know each other even though we really don't. i lightly caressed her leg with my thumb and waited for the movie to begin

once maria menunos wrapped up, the lights dimmed and the previews began. still nobody else had arrived at the theater, a promising omen. i began to make slightly larger circles on her leg while paying attention to her body language. i could hear her breath shallow ever so, her muscles tense and relax, anytime i ventured slightly into new territory, so i reasoned could continue on unabated, but i asked anyway. "this okay?" i whispered, to which she almost breathlessly responded "mmhm." i moved my palm over her knee and began to trace the inside of her leg with my pinky, delicately, as I felt her sink into her chair and her legs open just slightly. if that wasn't confirmation enough, i felt her hand drift beneath mine, onto my leg, in kind. this was going to be very fun

the movie began and i continued on as such, pressing a little further up her leg and then retreating, testing and teasing in equal measure, before taking a moment to pull my hand back entirely. i felt her react with some confusion as i turned to look at her, much as i could in the dark of the theater, before using my other, dominant, hand to glide up her other, as yet untouched leg, over the fabric, up her side, and to the top of her dress, where i began once again to explore the edges of somewhere more familiar. she leaned into me, bit her lip, and moved her hand further up my leg. we were on the same page evidently

it wasn't long after that when she couldn't take anymore of my mischief, taking it upon herself to deftly pull a breast from the dress while simultaneously using her free hand to begin stroking me, hard, through my pants, outright defying me to abandon pretense and go further. of course i couldn't turn down that offer, so i squeezed her back, before gently cupping my palm, fingers outstretched and receding, until just my fingertips were beside her nipple, and applied some pressure of my own. this resulted in the first audible, but still hushed, moan thus far, so i understood i was onto something. i continued along this way, the movie almost ceasing to exist at this point, and before too long i asked if i could kiss her. "please" she responded, and at that point we truly felt like a writhing mass, hands and lips entwined in passion

i thought we'd continue on until the credits crawled, but little did i know it was time for her to switch it up on me. she pushed my shoulder back from between us, back into the chair, seated deep in the back of the theater and i immediately checked the entry points for latecomers or ushers, but saw none. now i was confused. she nestled up to my ear, kissing it lightly as her other hand slid over and began to tug at my zipper. "how are you liking the movie?" she asked, barely audible to me over the deafening sound of each tick-tick-tick of the teeth separating. i felt my own breath catch for a moment, before i answered the dare: "i'm enjoying it so far." but by then i was out

my heart raced as she tugged on me, my eyes darting from screen to her hands, the entryway, back to her. i tried to draw my hand up her leg and put up a bit of a fight (i love a good playful fight) but she truly had the upper hand. she drew back up to my ear and asked, "what do you want?" it was my turn to moan, then struggle for words. she presented the question to me again, looking me straight in the eye now, as though she already knew the answer. "your mouth," i murmured. she obliged

it's an odd feeling, to be taken with ecstasy while also fearful of being caught, while also also trying to enjoy every moment, and additionally there's a movie playing that, at some point, i admitted i wanted to "see." but there was no time for that now. i felt her sucking me and pulled my hand across her luscious hair, down her back, past the edge of her dress, pulling it up, drifting under panties so i could appreciate her ass while she continued on. it wasn't much longer before i beckoned her back up, lest things become too enjoyable. she didn't have much time to be disappointed before i had pulled her legs open, my fingers teasing her through underwear. as much i could, anyway. she'd warned me previously that due to... circumstances beyond her control, i wouldn't be able to truly show my appreciation (damn you flo) but even with the pad there, she was enjoying the attention

then it finally happened. with what had to be 45 minutes left in the movie, a group of three people sauntered in and sat right next to the hallway in. my mind reeled as i considered why they could possibly be arriving so late. so early? didn't matter. we both froze, trying as casually as possible reset to positions that didn't resemble two people trying to swap clothes in a linen closet. i don't think they even noticed, but that didn't stop us from breathing a sigh of relief and trying to contain laughter as we came down from waves of both pleasure and panic. we settled back into more normal displays of affection, and something like 10 minutes later, they were gone

"the hell was that about?" i asked incredulously, but she had different questions in mind as she pulled at my waist once again. "i want to keep going, but I don't want to distract you from the movie" she said with all the sincerity of a wolf asking for ingress to a henhouse. "i can multitask," i lied confidently. within seconds i was engulfed in her again, but now she was moving with a renewed purpose. she paused for the briefest moment to say, "pay attention, i want you to tell me what i miss" and she was back at it. drawing me deeper in, faster, more passionately

my eyes widened to try, frivolously, to make sense of what was happening on screen, but it was no use. my breath quickened, my vision blurred, and not too much longer afterwards, the words left my lips. "you're going to make me cum." i didn't intend for this to be a challenge, but evidently she did, and yet another gear was shifted into. after she wrapped up, clearly proud of herself, i returned to the present, bleary eyed and glowing, stumbling over my words in a feeble attempt to tell her what was happening on screen. "there's a shack, and... the guy's there? i don't know, you were fucking amazing." we chuckled a bit before returning to a comfortable position, my hands roaming for the remainder of the runtime; a part of me trying to reconcile the post-orgasmic bliss I felt inside, while my eyes took in the movie's final horror. i won't be forgetting that particular dissonance anytime soon, i promise you

so that's my story. if you made it this far, i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it (and living it) -- and if, perchance, it sounds like something you'd like to try sometime, may i humbly direct you to my DMs. ^^ if not with me, i implore you to get out there and have some fun with somebody out there. it's a crazy fuckin world these days, we could all benefit from a few more (relatively harmless) thrills

cheers