The Cinema Blonde

Dear Diary…

I went to the cinema tonight.  Watchmen was on and I’ve been looking forward to it for quite some time.

I sat about 6 rows down from the back, three seats in from the aisle.  At about 20 minutes in to the film, a girl and her boyfriend walked in, talking in hushed tones, but were obviously fighting.  They sat next to me, the girl immediately to my right, the bloke to her right.  They continued to argue for another 10 minutes, both ignoring the film.

As they fought I took a good look at her profile.  She was in her early twenties at the most, and had blonde hair, pulled back in a short pony tail.  She wore a black and white vest-stop, with one thin strap falling off her shoulder causing the top to drop a little further than intended.

Her breasts were a good handful in size, maybe a C-cup, maybe a D, and she wore not bra so far as I could see, since her tits were spread showing no definite cleavage, nor were there any bra straps to see. 

She wore a dark, short skirt which rested on her thighs and dark knee-high boots with no heals.

Just as I finished looking, and turned back to the film her boyfriend got up, called her a bitch just loud enough for pretty much everyone in the cinema to hear, and then stormed off, muttering something.

I leaned in and asked if she was ok, she looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes and said, he’s cheating on me.  She then started to watch the film like it was the most important thing in the world.

I turned and continued watching the film myself.

At about the half-way point in the movie, I felt my mind start to wonder, and suddenly the blondes manicured fingers were undoing my zipper and pulling out my limp dick.  She dropped to her knees before my and took my soft dick into her mouth and sucked slow, wrapping her talented tongue around the head, moving my cock over her lips until I was hard.  She shoved my dick right to the back of her throat and held it there, making herself gag.

The fantasy stopped there.  I could feel my dick pushing hard against my trousers, and heard a giggle to my right.  I looked over and saw the blonde had her eyes focused, not on the screen, but at my crotch.

I cleared my throat and returned to watching the film.  I just had to grin and bear the embarrassment until the end of the film!

After the movie finished I waited for the blonde to leave her seat, and for a few more people to follow her down the aisle, making sure there was enough space between us before getting up and leaving myself.

I walked home, taking the back ways, until I got to the cemetery.  It was dark in there among the trees.  And quiet too.

I pulled my trousers down around my ankles.  The night air cooling my balls.  My dick was still semi-rigid.  I leaned with my back against a tree and let my mind drift back to my cinema fantasy.

The blonde continued gagging with my cock in her throat.  Once again she pulled it out, this time letting go of it, turning around to drape her body over the chair in front, and hitched up her tiny skirt.

She wore no knickers, and had a shaven, hairless pussy.  I leaned forward and licked it once, tasting her.  Then I shoved my tongue deep into her asshole.  The blonde stiffened a little, and then relaxed as I dragged my tongue down to her waiting pussy again.  I shoved my face hard against her minge, licking deep and hungrily, she let out small yelps of please.

My dick strained harder, so I pulled her back into my lap, my dick sank into her pussy, she screamed loud.  Others in the cinema shhhh’d her, so she bit her lip and started thrusting hard onto my dick.

She reached around and shoved a couple of fingers into her own asshole, retrieved them and stuck them into her mouth.  I pushed her off my dick, and then pulled her hard back on to it, asshole first.  She continued to bite her lip.

I fucked her hard in the ass until I came.  Cum squirted deep into her anus.  The blonde draped her hot, sweaty body over the chair in front, reaching around to her ass again, this time to scoop cum in to her hands and push it hungrily into her mouth.

I wiped my messy hand on some leaves and left for home.

I thought the film was crap though.  Talk about an anti-climax!

The Letting Agent & The Train Station

Dear Diary

I had to travel on the train today, to go out and pay my rent.  Since being made redundant making ends meet has been a struggle, and despite my best efforts I could only pay a small contribution, and promised the rest would come soon.

The woman at the letting office has big, fuzzy dark brown hair, a slim build and small tits.  She’s nothing special to look at, her face is too masculine to be attractive, but that seems to mostly come from age, rather than being a fucking tranny.

However, as she raised from her comfortable office chair and moved to another desk to retrieve the receipt book, I could not help but notice (actually, I made a point to look) that she had a wonderfully tight ass, housed within smart, dark blue suit trousers.  As she bent over to reach the other side of the desk where the book was, I saw how her butt cheeks tightened and felt a twitching in my cock.  I knew then that would be the sight I saw in my minds eye as I had a good wank later in the day.

I got back to the train station and looked at the monitor displaying the train times and felt annoyance when I read that the next train would not come along for nearly an hour, and found a seat to park my ass upon while I waited in the freezing cold.

My mind started creeping back to that bitch’s tight ass and once again my cock began to twitch between my legs.  I looked around and saw there was only a woman, a skinny thing, about 20 years old and ugly as an old boot, probably a druggy, sitting across the way from me on the other platform, obscured almost completely from view by a partition wall to her left, preventing her from seeing me clearly.  Other than her, nobody was around.  My dick started coming more to life, getting harder in my trousers despite the cold air.

I looked around again, no camera’s.  Good.  If I were to knock one off there and then, I wouldn’t want to be caught on film doing it! Lord only knows what kind of trouble that would bring, especially since I was only a few miles from home.  The station was quiet.  No trains were due for at least twenty minutes.  Plenty of time.

Unzipping my fly I could already feel the heat from my semi erect cock, even before it was out of my boxers.  I reached a frozen hand inside and enjoyed the cold touch, the sensation dulled my erection a little at first, but the stimulation grew shortly afterwards.  I pulled my cock out through my fly and slowly began to stroke up and down.  The thrill of doing this in public making my hard-on harder, I started undressing that skinny letting agents ass my my head.

Thinking about her bent over that desk, still dressed in her well fitted, figure hugging blue suit, with her fuzzy hair falling over her shoulders, and her trousers around her ankles made me rock solid.  I began imagining her panties; they were dark purple and lacy, half covering each perfectly formed ass cheek and showing an even darker spot low down between her legs, caused by the dampening of her sweet, trimmed pussy.

She reached around, grabbing her panties and pulled them aside, sliding an exploratory finger over her asshole, and left her panties in this exposing position while placing her hands back over the desk.

The station P.A. system made me jump as I continued to hold my dick in my hand.  It announced some crap about this being a non-smoking station – a seemingly automatic message which repeated itself every 10 minutes or so.  I continued to tug on my dick, I could feel the blood getting hotter with and knew that it would be long before I spilled my load.

I started jerking faster, thinking of the letting agent pulling her ass cheeks apart, puckering her tight little ass hole for me to see, never looking over her should at me.  In my head I could see myself shooting hot, creamy semen over that puckered hole, watching it run down over her pussy and then I cock twitched one last time before shooting streams of sticky cum over my hand, onto the station platform floor in front of the bench I sat on.

I tucked my penis away and scraped my shoe over the cum on the floor, to hide the fact that it was what it was.  The letting agent and her depraved behaviour was out of my mind now and I concentrated on composing myself.  My breathing was rougher than before, my head a little clammy in the cold air and my hand covered in my sticky mess.  I pulled a tissue from my back pack and wiped my hands.  I then went to the station toilet to clean up properly.

I left the toilets, and made my way to the other end of the platform, sitting directly opposite the druggy woman who still sat on the other platform.  Soon, I thought to myself, my train will arrive.

It was quite a thrill tossing off in such a public place, I must do it again.