Sunday Afternoon Movies

“Shall we watch a movie?”

It was Sunday and for the first time in weeks we were home. No appointments, no obligations. They had already decided that their main goal for the day was to relax.

“Yes, let’s do it!”

To Jenny it felt like they were two naughty kids, ignoring chores that needed to be done. Still she needed this day; needed a bit of time to just be. She sat down on the couch and waited for Lars to find a movie for them to watch. Jenny had one leg bent, her foot hooked under the other leg. Her short dress pulled up some and she knew if Lars turned his head, he would be able to see her crotch. Even though she knew his, it was not something she thought of at that moment.

Absentmindedly her fingers stroke her thigh, moving closer to her crotch. Her mind wasn’t even with her fingers. She watched the images on the screen as Lars scrolled through the movies.

“This one?” he said and glanced over at her. His eyes flash to her hand, her crotch and back to her face. Jenny nodded and Lars started the movie. Her fingers now rested on her pussy. She ran her nails up and down over her labia, and gradually the fabric between her pussy and fingertips start to dampen.

The movie started and soon Jenny was totally into the drama happening on their big screen.

She pulled her knickers sideways to expose her pussy and continued to run her nails up and down over her labia. Her stroking herself had no urgency. It was not an orgasm she was after. In fact, Jenny was so into the movie, that she had long forgotten that she was stroking herself, despite the lovely feeling spreading from her core to her legs and body.

“I like your movie better,” Lars said.

Jenny didn’t hear his words. She preferred him not talking during a movie. When she glanced at him, wondering what he had said, the lust in his eyes surprised her.

“Spread your legs some, darling, let me see…”

Briefly Jenny looked at the screen, but Lars was one step ahead of her as he had already paused the movie. Jenny looked back at him, running her finger through her wetness, teasing her cunt; teasing Lars.

“What if I want to continue watching the movie?” she teased.
“I bet you don’t,” he said and got up, “not yet, anyway.”
He pushed his arms under her, grabbed her legs and pulled her body down. She was on her back now, her legs on the edge of the couch.

“Now show me what your fingers were doing?” he said. His face was so close to her crotch that she could feel his breath over her wet bits. Where only moments ago an orgasm was not something she even thought about, Jenny’s desire changed. Watching Lars’s face, she pushed one finger in deep, pulled it out and offered it to him. He sucked her finger clean, then pushed his face between her legs.

His mouth devoured her. He sucked her clit, pushed his tongue in as deep as he could, lapped between her labia like a dog in heat. He even lightly bit her labia and rolled them between his lips. Jenny squirmed under him, but his strong arms pinned her in one place.

“Grab your legs,” he said.
Jenny hooked her arms around her thighs, spreading herself wide for him and able to see her own cunt, to see his face, his tongue and his mouth on her. The sight was almost to much to bear, seeing him teasing her tender flesh while feeling all the sensations.

It was when he pushed a finger in her arse that she lost it.
“Oh fuck. Holy fuck. Lars. Baby. God, oh please…”
Lars lips closed around her clitoris and he sucked. Hard. Continuous. Relentless. Her arse seemed to relax and he easily pushed a second finger in.

Jenny moaned and writhed and watched and… her orgasm squirted from her cunt, wetting Lars’s chin and running down to the couch, pooling under her back. Lars wiped his chin with one hand while freeing his cock with the other and pushing his cock where his fingers had just been. Jenny rubbed fiercely at her swollen clit, wincing with pleasure and pain as Lars slammed hard into her darkest hole. When she squirted again, Lars emptied his balls deep inside her. He slumped forward, resting his head between her breasts and breathing hard.

“How about that movie now, babe?” Jenny said after a couple of minutes as she brushed her fingers through his hair, “I promise not to touch myself.”

© Rebel’s Notes

6 thoughts on “Sunday Afternoon Movies

  1. I am a bit of an absent minded stroker too. There is something almost comforting about it. I often do it when I read


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