I chose to wear black jeans and a dark red polo shirt for my date with Lance. He was waiting outside the building when I arrived. He looked scrumptious in pressed khakis and a dark blue shirt. He could make barbed wire look good.
Once he got in, I leaned in to kiss him briefly, compliment him on his attire and then we were off. We got to the theater just in time. Instinctively, we chose a spot at the back of the room where we could still see the movie, but get up close and personal if we wanted to. And we did. He kept caressing my shoulder, mouthing my ear and massaging my neck throughout the entire film. I enjoyed it all, immensely, since I also got to fondle him as much as I dared in the semi-dark around us. Thankfully, no one had chosen to sit next to us and we had the short row to our
