Dear Diaries Book 1

In The Movies, we follow Daniel, a 25-year-old Electrical Engineer, who unexpectedly finds himself in a tantalizing situation.

Returning home for the holidays, he is thrust into a date with  a childhood acquaintance Sarah, an aspiring actress, organized by his well-meaning mother.

Although Sarah is undoubtedly attractive, a genuine spark is missing, turning their upcoming Movie date into a mere obligation.

Excerpt from The Movies © Copyright 2023 Abigale Taylor

Her touch was amazing but utterly paralyzing. My arousal pulsed with every motion, and it wasn't long before I could feel beads of longing beginning to dampen the front of my boxers. I tried to control my breathing, but this situation had completely overtaken me.

After what must have been at least five minutes of this tantalizing action, she slowed her hand at the tip of my arousal and then started to rub just the underside of it through my jeans. I knew immediately she had felt the slickness of my desire soaking through my pants. She shifted in her chair a bit and then brought her hand higher, feeling for my waistband. Her fingers then slipped inside the waistband of my pants and boxers.

If it was possible for a heart to truly skip a beat, mine had just skipped a dozen as I registered the exquisite feeling of her fingers sliding down my stomach and under my waistband. She pushed the palm of her hand under me and wrapped her index and middle finger just below the head, giving it a gentle tug in her direction. When her thumb then slid across the top and came to rest on the underside, I felt goosebumps envelop my body.

Slowly and gently, she started to rub my most sensitive area with her thumb in a clockwise motion. The lubrication making her thumb slide across my skin like silk. After a few circular motions, she would push further down, then back up with a slight pulling stroke – each one sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

Now I haven’t had a girlfriend since just before senior year in college and have been too preoccupied for any form of intimacy. So nobody has touched me like this in quite some time, and I’m not going to lie – it took an immense effort not to surrender immediately into her waiting palm.

Sensing my reaction, she quickened the pace of her teasing circles on me, causing me to close my eyes involuntarily as moisture began pooling rapidly at its tip. Her index and middle fingers squeezed slightly harder as she pulled gently. My thighs tightened involuntarily; I could feel myself losing control.

As abruptly as it began, she stopped entirely and withdrew her hand to her side of the chair. Startled, I reopened my eyes just in time to see her grinning at me as she took her thumb – clearly coated with my arousal – and placed it into her mouth, licking it clean. Then, without warning, she stood up, grabbed her purse, and walked towards the exit.

I watched her go, not so much as glancing back at me. My mind raced, trying to piece together what had just transpired. She didn't know me. We were strangers moments ago when she brought me right to the brink, then departed without a word. Was I meant to chase after her?
Was this part of some unusual whim? With questions running through my thoughts, I wrestled with uncertainty and what my next move should be.

I watched her walk away, not even glancing back at me. What was her game? We were strangers merely minutes ago when she brought me right to the edge of climax and then just

walked off. Was I supposed to follow her? Was this all part of some strange fantasy? My brain raced as I tried to figure out my next move.

I pressed the button to bring my chair upright and sat there for a few moments, my mind grappling with what I should do. Eventually, I decided to get up and head for the bathroom; maybe there was some chance I'd find this enigmatic woman waiting for me there. The logical part of my brain, however, suspected she had already left.

Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I pretended to watch the movie for a couple more minutes before getting up. At this point, I'd missed at least thirty minutes and was completely lost in the plot. When nobody seemed concerned about my movement, I slowly stood and began moving toward the exit. Sarah shot me a brief glance, causing a pang of guilt – knowing that I was going in search of another woman even though Sarah simply wasn't interested.

Having exited the theater, I quickly scanned my surroundings — no sign of the mysterious woman. My heart sank as disappointment set in. It felt too good to be true anyway. Still needing the restroom and feeling a chill on the damp front of my pants, I hurried down the corridor to save myself any potential embarrassment.

As I rounded an L-shaped corner in the hallway leading toward the restrooms, relief washed over me when she came into view leaning casually against a wall under their signs. My pulse quickened in excitement as she pushed off from her position and disappeared into one of them upon seeing me approach. A million exciting questions raced through my head – did she want me to follow? Which bathroom could it be?

One hundred feet separated us, and over that brief walk, my thoughts birthed a hundred different “what if” scenarios. Reaching the doors, I discovered three options: Men's, Women's, and a family restroom. Crucially, the family restroom door was closed.

Taking a deep breath, I lightly knocked on it — silence. Apprehension swelled; had I misjudged her intentions? I opted to crack the door open just for a glimpse inside only to find her standing by the vanity boldly facing me.

There she was with that irresistible grin and incredible figure that commanded attention. Her short floral flare dress hugged her shapely hips and flaunted her smooth skin. Her bright eyes and million-dollar smile stole my breath away. “Well,” she demanded with hands on hips, “are you just going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come in here and fuck me?”

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