Sitting in the back row

Today was spent once again in the city, again with the car as it visited its uncle the mechanic, and we were left to wander the hot streets. For some reason the balmy spring has turned to a vicious summer with temperatures cranking up in the 30's already. A perfect time for the air-con to decide that now was a good time to stop working... once more L

We decided to do what all sensible people do when confronted with this kind of weather... we escaped to the cool and pleasing dark of the movies. Now movie selection was somewhat limited due to the fact the car had to be picked up by 4pm. In fact when we did the calculations the clear winner was "Looper"... actually it was the only contender. So in we scampered at the last minute...

It was the last minute because we had spent some idle time looking for t-shirts for one small slave. A fruitless pastime that one had hoped to avoid because the colour palettes and styles this spring are vile. No person with this type of colouring should wear peach or fluro orange and no human should raid their grandmother's wardrobe... unless she has awesome vintage clothes in it. Unfortunately the grandmother whose wardrobe this collection was based on seemed to favour shapeless and bland L

Anyway we slid into our seats, turned off our mobiles and settled in to watch the movie...

As one became moderately engrossed in the screen He discovered that the arm between us could be removed and one was unceremoniously hauled across to snuggle up next to him. Then an exploratory hand slid down under the skirts waistband...

Sighs one has to buy new clothes... these ones are providing no protection at all now.

Now, one has long suspected that we do not watch movies the same way and this theory was borne out by the timing of His attacks sexual affection. If one was engrossed then a hand was working its magic. If one's attention was wandering then His hand was still. Forty dollars and two orgasms later and with only a hazy idea of what was going on in parts of the movie, we found ourselves deposited into the harsh light and heat of the outside world where we got to wander around... one of us wet and both of us horny, with no way of scratching the itch... though He did somewhat impishly suggest nipping into the disabled bathroom to deal with the "issues".

You know the city has lost a lot of its gloss of late... and it would probably be much cheaper to book into a motel near the mechanic next time because there will be a next time. They managed to scratch a panel on the console while trying to put the new part in. At least it would be cool and more conducive to sex J