(i)
Nowadays, driving to and from work all day long is also deprived of the fun of the movie theater by the TV. But from time to time, I still think of the fun of taking the bus, going to the cinema, and taking the hard seat train many years ago, and some of the warm memories of those years still come back to me from time to time.
Back then, I loved watching movies. But if I hadn’t always watched a movie three or four times, or more, I’m afraid I would have had trouble remembering what they were about. One of the first movies that gave me a taste of the marvelous sensation in the cinema was an American movie, “Future World,” which caused a sensation when it was released.
I was in middle school that early winter and could never get tickets without a charter at school, so I went to the front of the movie theater and waited for a refund. I was lucky enough to get a 10pm ticket.
At first the movie was very attractive to me, but then the flirting between the two male and female journalists (although very common words) made me blush a little, and I was a bit distracted. At that moment, I felt a little warm and soft contact on the side of my knee, and when I squinted my eyes, I realized that it was a girl next to me, who looked a little older than me, about 20 years old, quite tall, and smooth-looking, and that it was her knee that was making contact with mine.
I’ve had unintentional contact with the opposite sex in my life before, but this time it gave me a strange feeling, I couldn’t tell what it was like, was it warmth? Warmth? Tenderness? Electricity? Excitement? This feeling made me think, “Keep it, make it longer, deeper…
I was so nervous, I wanted to take my leg off her knee, but the strong expectation stopped me, and what the nervousness made was that my leg was trembling a little, but had to try my best to control the trembling. I closed my eyes, forgetting the plot that attracted me to the screen, and just secretly enjoying this first contact with the opposite sex.
At this point, I felt her knees press tighter against me and seemed to add a little more strength. This situation encouraged me, so I increased my power towards her slightly as well. I felt our forces intensify at the same time, was she letting me go? Or did she want us to stick closer together? Although I feared the former, I expected the latter…
So, I had the courage to move my knee up and down a little while pressing it against her, a feeling that was even more comfortable and exciting to me than the static contact I had just made. I was afraid that she would leave me, but when I brought my knee back to a static position, she mimicked the movements I had just made… I realized that she was not trying to leave me, but that she felt equally comfortable and equally in need of our contact.
We began to take turns repeating what we had just done, and the movements became more and more intense, and before we knew it, the part of our knees touching had increased, and even the outside of our calves had been joined together with precision.
The feeling was more comfortable, more mesmerizing to me. I couldn’t help but adjust my seating position a bit, leaning closer to her body, and soon she also adjusted her seating position and leaned over to my side. At this time, I felt the outer sides of our thighs touching, and the warm, comfortable sensation surrounded me even more, as we rubbed and squirmed against each other using the outer sides of our legs… and together we enjoyed this first heart-racingly beautiful sensation.
Stealing a glance and squinting at her, I realized that she had also closed her eyes, while feeling the rapidity and thickness of her breathing… I was tempted to touch her with my own hand, but ultimately didn’t have the courage to do so. I mischievously took off my shoes and placed my feet on hers, and she paused only for a moment before she brought her feet to meet my touch. I don’t know where I got the courage, so I lifted my own leg up and pressed it against her knee, but soon she lifted me off with her own leg and pressed her own leg against my knee instead…
It’s funny, we were so young and clumsy, and for a moment we seemed to have forgotten to enjoy the sensation of silence, and as we fought, we took turns placing our legs on each other’s knees, oblivious to where we were… Suddenly, the movie ended, and the lights came on… We quickly withdrew our limbs… The only thing that I saw was the blush on her cheeks… I followed the crowd as it was dispersing, but I was walking behind her. I didn’t dare to stay close to her, there was still a man in between.
On her way out the door, she turned back, her eyes big and bright but containing a hint of longing and sultriness (that’s what I felt after years of remembering her eyes).
I lost her in the confusion at the door… I went home in frustration, went to bed and fantasized: she smiled at me, I bravely went up to her, took her hand, went to her boudoir, and… washed my panties the next morning.
Later, I always thought about which movie theater, often came here, hoping to see her again. Waiting for a refund to watch a movie became an important hobby for me. I didn’t tell my friends, but always waited here alone…hesitating…waiting.
I never saw her again after that, but have been warmed by others here many times. And countless times planning the next situation and encouraging my courage.
It’s spring, a movie that doesn’t really appeal, and I’m still here. In the midst of my frustration, a gentle voice whispered beside me, “Do you want a ticket?”
I woke up like a dream. A thin, delicate girl, probably about my age, sixteen or seventeen, stood next to me, dressed in the same plain, simple clothes as most people. I nodded my head without taking a good look at her, “Here you go…” but she said, “Let’s talk inside.” I hurried in after her.
With the first experience, I sat very close to her, naturally almost had physical contact. I offered her money, but she said, “Forget it, it’s a ticket issued by our organization.” But I couldn’t find anyone I knew, so I thanked her very sincerely…
As soon as the lights were dimmed, I leaned my leg towards her extremely slowly and carefully, originally thinking that there would be a long distance to move, but I didn’t think that I would soon feel her warmth, could it be that she was leaning towards me as well? The side of the leg quickly and firmly together I got a long-lost dream feeling, I will be in accordance with my countless dreams of the plan to use my hands to touch her, such as the Yu Lian for their own determination to cheer. But after all, I did not have the courage of Yu Lian, so I had to use some tentative tactics.
I placed my hand on my knee near the area of contact with her and moved my pinky finger quietly and tentatively toward her. I figured that her knee or outer thigh could feel the new stimulation, would she avoid me? If that happened I would immediately leave pretending that I had no intention of doing so and honestly watch my own movie.
My little finger had clearly and tangibly touched her leg. Her pants were thin, her body heat was radiating, and the sensation told me that the softness of the muscles in her legs… Seemingly unintentionally, my little finger was moving, very carefully, very slowly.
Squinting, I noticed that she didn’t seem to have any expression on her face, as if she was concentrating on watching the movie… This made me at a loss as to what to do… Was she concentrating on the movie because she didn’t feel the movement? I couldn’t tell for a long time. Nevertheless, I stepped up my attack, and started moving my leg and little finger up and down, stimulating her knee and thigh, while gradually pressing my calf against hers…
Oh, and she finally moved and intensified her pressure toward me as well. After a few rounds of changing pressure, I was finally sure of her need for my contact. So, summoning up the courage, all at once, I placed my hand on her knee. To my amazement her knees were thin and hard, but still gave me a warm and comfortable feeling.
Almost simultaneously, her hand grabbed the back of my hand, as if trying to repel me. But that hesitation encouraged me… Her repulsion was not an expression of her true meaning, it was just an ambivalence… So I gripped her harder, rubbing and feeling… The strength of her hand changed, and she started rubbing the back of my hand as well, and very soon her palms were sweating profusely… It wasn’t actually very warm.
After a while, I realized that her upper body was also leaning against my shoulder and slightly back, as if she wanted to fall down from behind my side. I didn’t understand her quickly and moved my body just a little bit for her, and her right shoulder had come a little bit behind my left shoulder, and something soft touched my shoulder… Oh, it was her soft, full breasts that were pressing against my shoulder.
My hand seemed to have no regard for it at this point, so it crept up to the middle of her thigh, and did its best to explore backward and forward with its pinky finger, trying to reach the more secretive areas. Perhaps it was uneducated? My hands were not quite rubbing her thighs, focusing my stimulation on her inner thighs… Her breathing became ragged and rapid in my ears, because at this time she had her face particularly close to my ear due to her body being behind my side.
Finally, I reached the area between her legs and felt her shudder, the part between her legs seeming to contract in fear. But I kept going until I was solidly in the area and started rubbing my finger.
Her hand that had been covering the back of mine had slipped feebly to the place where our thighs joined, so I stepped up the movements of my pinky finger while using my other hand to place her hand between my hardened legs. Her hand seemed to be unconscious, soft and feeble, resting there, not daring to make any movement. I added all of my own fingers to the work of my pinky, rubbing and kneading that soft spot of hers until she, too, bravely grasped my hardness.
I finally guarded away all my guts and leaned my body back, using the squirming of my shoulders to place her body in front of my side, my left hand quietly circled behind her, groping for her waist, and the other hand came right up to her breasts, finally grasping her small, pointy, soft mass. Her head then rested on my face I kissed her earlobe… like a fish, touching and pecking the whorl of her ear.
I had a feeling that the movie might be coming to an end… I was afraid that this feeling would leave me forever. So I tried to say something in her ear. But her throat was so dry that she could hardly speak. It was only after a long time that I managed to say, “Let’s go out and have coffee together, okay?” She let out a long breath, shook her head as if helplessly… and then leaned more into me as if she were trying to get into my arms.
The ending song of the movie began to play, and as if she was awakened, she quickly left my body, straightened her hair with her fingers, and her clothes, which had been twisted by my rubbing… and without thinking, she stood up, and left me from the other direction… I tried to follow her, but I was stalled by the audience who were rising up in droves, and watched as she walked out of the door of the theater…
(ii)
With the experience of more people, sex has long ceased to be a mystery. Over the years, women who have had skin-to-skin contact have had many unforgettable emotional memories, in addition to their sexual organs or the sounds and smiles of lovemaking have gradually faded. However, some do not know each other, only in the theater or on the bus had a timid and mysterious sexual mood contact of the past, but often recall.
In fact, theater exposure was occasional until recent years, but the opportunities were rare. Because the opportunity to see a movie is too little, and the theater is always sparse and not many people. Strangers are easily embarrassed to sit together. However, it is a truth that people of the opposite sex are always attracted to each other.
Last year, because of boredom to go to see an American film, the title of the film, as usual, can not remember. Not many people in the theater, although I saw a few single women, but ultimately do not dare to rush to close to them, so in the back of the dark place to find a seat at random.
Later, found a separate thin figure seems to be walking over, but from the feeling to know people come not my row of seats, but behind. Really can not help it, will look back, hazy a young woman, looks and clothes are feeling taste is not low. When the eyes briefly contact, can not help but throw a smile and an almost imperceptible nod of the head. Even in the darkness, I seemed to feel a tiny spark of electricity… It was inconceivable that we would ever have the chance to sit down together, but thankfully, she took a seat behind me. I attempted to sit a turn back, but in the end, I didn’t accomplish it. “She must have sensed my interest in her.” I thought.
I could feel her hand on the back of the chair in front of me, next to the shoulder I was leaning back on, and even felt the twitching of her fingers and the heat of her fingers. So I turned back to “admire” her again, because the message I was sending her with my smile was one of admiration. I turned back suddenly, but it was clear that her eyes had been on my shoulder…
When she saw my gaze, she lowered her head in shame and pardon. The fingers were still in the same place as before. I took the opportunity to turn back and adjust my sitting position, so that my shoulder came into contact with those fine, soft fingers. The catkin seemed to move, or maybe it was just a flutter, as if to move away, but eventually it stayed in place.
I use my shoulder muscles to touch her, to feel her. I also used the writhing of my shoulder muscles to send her some kind of message, expecting to get a reaction from her. But the catkin was so still, letting my flesh send her signals that caused waves in her chest, but like a soundly sleeping baby.
There was finally a gentle response to my efforts, in fact it was just a slight twitching of those slender fingers, and I already felt as much as an oblivious moan or a strong contraction. Her movements encouraged me, so the contact between the shoulder and the finger began to lighten, friction, swirl… but it was all extremely slight, so that even if you were right next to us, it would be difficult to notice the physical movements. But the feeling was so wonderful. I would have traded a night of oblivious madness and exhaustion for this moment to be prolonged a little longer, to feel more real… I began to turn back frequently, and each time I saw a small smile of pleasure on her face as she seemed to be concentrating on watching the movie. Finally, I tried to move my head back as far as I could to get a reaction from her. At my insistence, she finally tilted her upper body towards me.
“Can I go in the back?”
“No, just watch from here.” She said it calmly and naturally. Obviously much younger than me, she sounded like my older sister. And so, this game of feelings had to continue… The movie came to an end, and I walked down the aisle early, right at the intersection of her row. When she saw me, she didn’t get up right away, but sat there fixing her hair and clothes… That half a minute was like six months to me.
Finally, she stood up, and I met her at the intersection, making contact with her hand as if it were not there, and holding the catkin that I had been feeling with my shoulder for more than an hour. She tried to pull her hand out, but my insistence told her, “Don’t!” So, without a word from either of us, we walked from the movie theater into the dimly lit boulevard.
I gave her left hand to my right hand, and in the process, I took her shoulders with my right hand. Her body was distinctly trembling, even a little tense and stiff. We stopped at a place where the shade blocked out the light, and very slowly I gathered her to my chest, my lips touching her forehead first, then her eyes, her cheeks, and finally her lips… The front of our bodies were pressed against each other, and I embraced her hard, sucking in her juices so sweetly that I forgot the existence of time…
Suddenly, she pushed me away, “I should go back, my family is waiting…”
Of course I knew who she meant by family, but that didn’t matter.
“Can I see you again?”
“I don’t know, maybe…”
“Can I have your number?”
“It’s better if I don’t, maybe I’ll see you again, I’m afraid… forget about all this, okay?”
I felt so gentlemanly that, as promised, I did not attempt to follow her. I didn’t want to give her any uneasy feeling because she seemed so soft and kind and gentle. I waved for a cab and handed the driver 10 dollars straight away, then said to her very calmly, “Goodbye, have a good rest…”
Everything happened in the dimness, and I can’t remember her face clearly, except that our kiss was perhaps the sweetest, most soul-crushing, and most unforgettable kiss I’ve ever experienced.
Now that I’m paying attention to distinguishing between those gorgeous young women of 27 or 28, if I met her, would we recognize each other? Probably not. But if we kissed, I’m sure I’d be able to sense that it was her.