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by Lex Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Short Story · Erotica · #2256276
Sometimes the littlest things matter
This is the second date with Cynthia. We decided to go see a horror film, the title of which now escapes me. Cynthia is short, curvy, and had short stylish red hair and blue eyes. She is a very full figured woman and pretty. She had a devilish wit about her that attracted men. She found me attractive and charming in a shy sort of way. I paid for our tickets and we went in the dark theater.

We sat near the front were it was the darkest. The movie started on time and was a real horror show with blood, guts, and killings galore. I nervously out my arm around Cynthia. She leaned in closer to me and kissed me on the cheek. Then she put her hand on my leg. Slowly her hand moved to my crotch. I worried about what she might find. I am not well endowed. I could have stopped her but I didn't. Her hand gently squeezed my crotch. Then she put her tongue in my ear. I said not a word as she unzipped my fly. She put her hand down in my briefs. She gave me another kiss as she stroked my cock and gently cradled my balls. She pulled out my just barely five inch erect cock and stroked it gently. She was missing me and gently biting my ear. I came twice during a sex scene. She gently put my cock back in my briefs and zipped me up. The movie was over and we left the theater holding hands. I felt content in the knowledge that Cynthia liked me and that maybe size does not matter.
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