Monday, August 20, 2007

The Movie Of The Year That I Don't Rememer

Well now, let’s see. Grizzbabe wants details and Her Indoors wants a movie review of the night in question. HID first! I couldn’t tell you what the movie was about. Honestly, I don’t even remember which movie it was, and if I could remember, I couldn’t tell you what it was about. I was too preoccupied to pay attention.

It was a week night back in the summer of 1980 and I was bored. There was nothing on television but re-runs, and I was newly divorced and didn’t really have a girlfriend to pal around with. So I started out to get something to eat. On the way I passed the neighborhood theater and decided to check out a movie that was playing. It wasn’t a first run type movie, just one that had been out for a while. The theatre was air-conditioned and it was something to do, so I went in.

I was enjoying my popcorn and coke when a couple came in and sit down a couple of rows in front of me. There weren’t many people in the theatre because it was a week-night, and because it wasn’t a first run movie. After the movie began they started looking around and talking to themselves. Then they go up and came back to my row and sit down; she was between us. She had on a skirt that buttoned up the front and a low cut blouse – for convenience I soon found out. Anyway, he put his arm around her shoulder and started massaging and rubbing her boob. So I watched.

She was sitting with her legs crossed and her foot was next to my leg. When she came she stiffened and kind of kicked me. Kind of like trying to get my attention – which that had from the moment he put his arm around her. Anyway, soon he got up and left to get a soft drink. She looked at me and said she was sorry for kicking me. I ask her if they did stuff like that all the time and she said that she and her boyfriend did. So I ask her if I could, too, and she said yes. It was about this time in my life that I realized prayer actually does work.

He came back a few minuets later and unzipped his pants. Then, as fast as a New York Pickpocket in Times Square on New Years Eve, she had done the same thing to me. Then she unbuttoned her skirt part way down. Seems she had came commando. So she started to work on both of us and we took turns working on her.

It was amazing how active she could be without moving her shoulders and head. No one in the theatre knew what was going on, and believe me, she could have been a jack-man on a NASCAR pit crew. And she did it all with her eyes closed – not that she needed them.

Anyway, she (we) enjoyed it so much that she did it again. Twice in one movie! I was so proud. Afterward we were standing out front of the movie and they told me they lived on the Southside of Atlanta. I was on the North West side. If they had been caught they didn’t want to be in their area. They wanted to get together and do it again sometime and asked for my telephone number. I gave them a fake number. I really didn’t want to get involved with something like that on a regular base, so I lied. Just adding the episode to my life experiences was enough.

And I also didn’t go back to that theater again for almost a year. Just in case. But I must admit that there have been times I wish I could bump into them again. For the life experience, you know.

13 comments:

her indoors said...

my oh my so you nearly became a swinger then! must watch out where i sit next time i go to the pictures LOL

coffeypot said...

Just keep your hands in your pocket and you will be okay. Did you hear about the two old maids who went to the movies? One turned to the other and said, "Mildred, the man sitting next to me is masturbating."

Mildred said, "That's ridiculous. Let's get out of here."

The other lady said, "I can't. He's using my hand."

GrizzBabe said...

Thanks for the story!! You are so funny! And adventurous!

You mean to tell me she had an orgasm just from having her boobs massaged? Man, those are some boobs!

coffeypot said...

Yep!

I think it was more the fantasy of having it done in public without being caught that did it for her. You know about fantasies, don’t you?

her indoors said...

ha ha 'he's using my hand' you just get funnier and funnier, hey hang on here about this 'fantasy'!!!!

cooper green said...

That woman works for the movie theatre. The worse the movie is, the more often guys like you come back to see it again because they can't remember what they saw last time. I hope you finally got the Movie Channel, you could be spending a fortune.

coffeypot said...

cooper, I haven't seen that woman since that night, but if she kept on doing that for these past twentyseven years, I bet her arms look like Popeye's.

e.Craig said...

Fantastic story! I was still fairly "home spun" at the time of my divorce. My stories wouldn't be near that interesting.

gawilli said...

Yep. Just for the life experience. We understand.

Marni said...

Oh, Dad! TMI! Gah!!!!!!!

coffeypot said...

Not really. I could have been more graphic.

Beth said...

OM just rolled in his grave. And laughed so hard that he cried, as he always did when something was outrageous.

Itchy said...

And here I am focusing on the violence...