"Cinema"

It was my eighth viewing of FotR, and I was alone. All my friends wouldn't go with me and I was dying for a dose of the pretty. As usual, I waited for the cast list to come up. After the list had come and gone I got up to go and usual being the only one left, I noticed a shady figure a few rows behind me.

He wasn't watching the stream of mentions slide out of view on the screen. He was watching me.

As I got closer, I couldn't resist a peek at this guy as I walked out of the cinema. He was kinda geeky looking, with incredible steely blue eyes. And then I stopped in my tracks. Holy shit, it was Elijah Wood. I was totally embarassed. I was being the pervy hobbit fancier watching the movie and he was there all along. I was suddenly hot and a frisson of desire went down my spine.

"Y'know, this is the first time you've noticed me being here." he said, his lithe body stretching up.

"Well, I've always been really engrossed in the movie.." I replied, and blushed. I then wondered if he could see me blush in the dark dimly lit movie theatre. I was even embarassed, what if he could feel the heat from my body, the heat of desire from where he stood? I stood still.

"I see you here all the time," he said, as he licked his lips, striding purposefully towards me.

"Oh, so you like watching yourself onscreen?" I remarked, quite pleased with my smart ass comment.

"No, actually..I come here to watch you..." he whispered, now inches away from my body.

"I watch your face, as you smile and grin at the screen, when you shift in your seat, the way you take up two seats with your legs, and just you. I watch you." he murmured into my ear.

As I stood, glued to the ground, he held my shoulders with his hands and whispered into my ear. His body was pressing close to mine and I could feel his need on my torso. He moved his hands around to trace my spine and knead my buttocks, all the time kissing my neck and ears.

I held on to his collar, hoping that my knees would not give way and praying that his kisses would not stop.

He stopped. And looked into my eyes. The brilliance of his blue eyes were enough to disarm me. I dove for his lips and ground my mouth against his. He kissed me furiously and I wound my fingers through his hair, tangling it with my fingers.

I pulled his head away, and traced the front of his neck with my tongue.

At that moment, he hauled me up and I wound my legs around his hips. I could feel his throbbing cock through the fabric of his jeans and through my knickers. He carried me to the nearest seat and he sat down, with me straddling him kissing his forehead while his mouth was buried in my cleavage. He unzipped my jersey and wet my brassiere through with his tongue until he could feel my nipple, hard and erect.

He was hard and erect too. When I realised that, I reached for it and unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He pulled my panties off and I sank down onto him and rode him hard and fast. He tilted his head backwards and his eyes rolled in blatant pleasure, his hands touching my breasts through and under the bra. I gasped with pleasure, and went faster. He responded by grinding his hips against me, and filling me with his length as far as it could go.

And then he came, and as he nibbled on my earlobe, I came too, and I sank onto his chest with him still inside me. He stroked my hair as the credits roll ended and the movie flickered and stopped in the dimly lit cinema theatre.

Elijah chuckled as he held me close,

"You do know that we just did it in the cinema, don't you?"