Leigh's Awakening, Vol 2 - Now Showin' at the Movies
Copyright© 2022 by TopherLovesLeigh
Chapter 2
True Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Leigh shows off at a XXX theater.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual True Story Wife Watching Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Porn Theatre
About an hour and a half later we crested the causeway and rolled onto Galveston Island. The sun was dipping low, washing the old city in copper and rose, and the salt tang of the Gulf drifted in through the open top of the Mustang. Traffic slowed as we hit Broadway, and a red light pulled us to a stop directly in front of the Broadway Theater.
The place was a relic, built back in the twenties, its once-proud art deco lines now dulled and peeling. The marquee still clung stubbornly above the entrance, buzzing faintly in neon, but its elegance had long since faded. These days, though, it had been reduced to showing XXX films, its glamour traded for a seedier reputation.
Glancing up at the sign I, burst out laughing. Bold letters announced: Centerspread Girls - Starring Annette Haven. Beneath it, in smaller print, was the add-on: Saturday is Couple’s Night.
I had always kidded Leigh that she and Annette Haven were sisters. The reality was that the only thing that Annette Haven had in common were their classically beautiful face, with their high cheek bones and long straight hair.
Grinning, I nudged Leigh with my elbow. “Hey, look at that ... a movie starring your sister is playing. Maybe we ought to catch it tomorrow night. After all, it’s couple’s night.”
Leigh threw her head back and laughed, her green eyes flashing. “Sure, whatever you say,” she replied, her voice teasing, but carrying just enough mystery to make me wonder.
I chuckled and turned back to the light, though I couldn’t shake the thought. With Leigh, especially lately, I never could be entirely certain where the line between joke and possibility truly lay.
We arrived at the hotel around 7 pm and quickly checked in. The room was nestled on the fifth floor, offering a breathtaking view of the Gulf of Mexico from its balcony. As I gazed out at the shimmering waters, a vivid fantasy unfolded in my mind: bending Leigh over the balcony rail and fucking her from behind, the cool sea breeze mingling with our heated passion.
As soon as we crossed the threshold, I pulled Leigh into a deep, lingering kiss. My hands roamed her body, roughly caressing her braless breasts. Leigh abruptly broke our embrace, pushing me away with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“What, just because I sucked you off on the way down here, you think I’m easy?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re gonna have to take me out for dinner and dancing if you want any of my pussy!”
I started to protest, but I knew there was no changing her mind. Leigh was determined to play hard to get, to tease and tantalize me to the point of madness. She turned her attention to the suitcases I had tossed onto the bed, rummaging through them for the items she needed to get ready.
She pulled out her cosmetics bag and another bag, setting them aside with a sense of purpose. With a fluid motion, Leigh pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, her movements graceful and deliberate. She kicked off her sandals, hooked her thumbs in her waistband, and in one smooth motion, bent over to slide her shorts and panties to her ankles. The sight of her beautiful, bare ass sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock, reigniting my fantasies of fucking her from behind.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Leigh announced, scooping up the bags she had set aside and bounding towards the bathroom.
“Can I join you?!” I yelled as she shut the bathroom door ignoring me.
I got ready for the evening and then grabbed the remote to see what was on T.V. I sat on the couch and flipped through the channels and finally decided on the Astros’ game. After ten minutes I heard the shower stop, and a few moments later the sound of a hair dryer. Fifteen minutes later, Leigh emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her. She was wrapped in a tiny towel that barely covered her tits and ass, her shiny black hair cascading down her back, and her makeup accentuating her beautiful green eyes.
She moved to the bed where the open suitcases lay, dropped the towel, and began examining their contents. Watching Leigh get dressed can be just as much of a turn-on as watching her strip, and Leigh was well aware of this fact. She acted as if I wasn’t there, slowly dressing in a way designed to drive me wild.
Leigh had begun adopting the glam style that was becoming popular with the female artists and models on MTV. This style incorporated classic touches like hats, lace gloves, spike-heeled shoes, and elegant forties-style dresses, but it was also defined by lingerie. Thigh-high stockings, garter belts, and lace panties were making a comeback, and Leigh loved wearing this type of lingerie because it made her feel sexy. And damn, did it make her look sexy!
Reaching into the suitcase, she retrieved a black lace garter belt and put it on around her waist. Her fingers gently stroked the suspenders, accentuating the shape and smoothness of her thighs. Leigh pulled a sheer black stocking from the suitcase and held it up for me to see. Turning slightly toward me she lifted her leg, toned by relentless running and swimming, to put the stocking on. After the stocking had been pulled past her foot, she rested her foot on the bed and continued to pull the stocking on. This position gave me an unobstructed view of Leigh’s pussy. I could tell by the puffiness of her pussy lips, that the act of getting dressed was having the same effect on her as it was on me.
Pulling the stocking to the top of her thigh, Leigh connected the garter suspenders ... one in the front and one in the back. She slid her hands down her leg, savoring the silkiness of her stocking-clad limb. Leigh repeated the process with the other leg and then produced a pair of black shoes with four-inch heels. She slipped the shoes on and then turned to look in the full-length mirror that was mounted on the wall.
I watched as Leigh evaluated herself in the mirror. She ran her hands along the length of her flawless body. Stopping at her breasts, She gently cupped them from beneath. Leigh has one of the most beautiful sets of breasts I have ever seen. Though they are natural, they are almost perfectly spherical and sit high on her chest. There is no sag to them, making them extremely seductive and impossible for any guy to resist. Her areolas are very small, about the size of a nickel, but her nipples are long and can stick out almost a quarter of an inch when she is fully aroused. As she stood there, looking at herself in the mirror, they were growing to their full length.
Leigh continued sliding her hands down her body, past her waist and over her hips. She slowly reached for the apex of her legs and ran her fingers through the neatly groomed strip of jet-black hair just above her pussy. Leigh began to lightly rub her clit, the friction causing her to shudder. Not wanting to cum, Leigh moved her hand away and returned to the task of dressing.
She removed from the suitcase the final two pieces of clothing necessary to complete her outfit. The first was a pair of sheer black lace panties that tied at the hips. She quickly put the panties on, being careful not to stimulate herself further. At this point, I was thinking that her plan might be failing and that there was no way we were getting out of the room without fucking. However, using every ounce of her willpower, she finished dressing.
The last item Leigh put on was a black silk wrap dress. The dress had a flowing skirt and was slit in the front to just above mid-thigh. When Leigh turned to the right or left, the skirt would split, revealing the top of her stockings. The top of the dress had a plunging neckline that stopped just below the bottom of Leigh’s breasts, showing an ample amount of cleavage. The material was tight across the swell of her braless tits, accentuating her erect nipples.
Leigh turned to the mirror, did a quick once-over, and then said, “So, are you ready to go?”
Watching Leigh get dressed had made me incredibly horny. I was doing everything I could not to throw her down on the bed and fuck the ever-living daylights out of her, but I knew that I had to play along, and replied with a smirk, “I’ve been waiting on you. What took you so long?” I replied with a smirk.
“Well, let’s go, I’m starving!”
I stood up, readjusted my rock-hard cock, and, putting my arm around Leigh’s waist, led her to the door.
We had dinner at an Italian restaurant that we liked. The restaurant was a little out of the way, just off The Strand in downtown Galveston, but the food was always well worth the inconvenience.
Throughout dinner, Leigh and I teased each other. I would slide my hand up her stocking-clad leg until I reached her crotch, then gently stroke her pussy through her lace panties. By the time the bill arrived, Leigh’s panties were soaked.
Leigh, in turn, would rub my cock through my pants, increasing the size of my already stiff dick. At one point during the night, she pulled my cock from my pants and stroked me almost to the point of cumming. Just before the waitress returned to see how we were doing, she tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped me up.
After all this foreplay, I was ready to fuck, and suggested we return to the hotel, but Leigh insisted we go dancing first. I think she was just as ready to screw as I was, but she wanted to prolong my suffering for just a little longer.
The club pulsed with heat and light, its neon spilling out onto the beachside street like a beacon. A line of people waited at the door, but when Leigh stepped forward, heads turned, and the bouncer didn’t even hesitate ... one quick look at her curves, her legs flashing beneath the slit of her dress, and he unhooked the velvet rope.
Inside, the air was thick with bass and perfume, bodies pressed close, the floor alive with motion. We wove through the crowd to the bar. I ordered a gin and tonic to steel myself, while Leigh, already glowing with anticipation, leaned casually against the bar and asked for something fruity, her lips wrapping around the straw with a teasing little smile.
I barely had time to gulp down my drink before she grabbed my hand, pulling me out onto the dance floor.
Leigh was born for this kind of stage. The moment the music wrapped around her, she melted into it. Her hips swaying, thighs shifting with a slow rhythm that made her skirt drift open just enough to reveal flashes of her stockings, the lacy edge of her garter belt and occasionally her shear panties. Every movement of her body was deliberate, sensual, an invitation and a dare at the same time.
She raised her hands to her shoulders, sliding them slowly down over her breasts, across her stomach, to her hips. The neckline of her dress fell open further, each sway exposing more of her cleavage until the fabric finally gave way. Her breasts spilled free, pale and perfect in the club’s shifting light.
Gasps rippled through the dancers nearest us, and heads turned, but Leigh didn’t falter. If anything, she leaned into it, her green eyes flashing with a mixture of defiance and arousal. She dragged her nails lightly across her own nipples, the gesture half dance, half confession, and the crowd responded with an electric hush that only made her bolder.
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