Last blog of the year and its short and sweet.

Went to the cinema yesterday evening with a very nice lady called Christie. She is a very tall lady, with wonderful natural breasts and big brown nipples. It was a rather dark sci-fi movie and she only joined me because I told her to. She had told her husband she was going to see a chick flick with her girlfriends. I had given her instructions about what she should wear and watching her breasts bounce up and down rythmically in her white blouse as we walked up the stairs I was pleased to see she had complied. We sat on the edge of the middle row, about two-thirds the way up. The place was probably a quarter full and mostly male. The nearest people to us were about 5/6 seats down on our row, a few in front and some close behind a couple of rows back. After about ten minutes, I whispered in her ear to unbutton her blouse, halfway down. She did so straight away. A few minutes later I told her to unbotton the bottom of the blouse, leaving just one button holding it closed. She did so. After a few more minutes I told her to pull her black skirt half up her thighs. She complied. The cinema was dark, but not so much that I could not see her skin flickering in the half light as the film changed scenes. I next told her to lift the skirt to just below her crotch at the front, but to pull it over her bottom so her bare arse was against the seat at the back. Again she did so without hestitation.

She stayed like this for about a further 20 minutes, then I told her to undo the final button. She did so, though she did glance around first to see if anyone was watching. Those beautiful breasts came into view as the blouse fell away from her chest and even in the intermittent light of the cinema I could see those magical nipples, hard and erect. Without being told to she pulled the blouse wide open, totally exposing herself. I could clearly see her beautiful titties glistening in the half light. I whispered that I had not told her yet to open the blouse widely and that as a punishment I would add an extra challenge to her evening tasks. "Pull your skirt right up over your pussy mound and roll it up so that you appear to be naked in the seat - open your legs wide, and place you hands by your side - then close you eyes and do not open them till I tell you". She did as I ordered. She really did look magnificent laying there almost naked, in the cinema, her lovely soft skin flickering to the film, her breasts seeming to glow and her slightly bushy pussy, a dark contrasting delight, obviously naked though hidden, visible should anyone care to look at her. "I am going to the bathroom. Stay like this till I return. If I catch you covering yourself I will make you strip completely". She nodded her understanding. I left her there, fully exposed and vulnerable, for about 5 minutes, then returned. She was just as I had left her. Before the film ended I got her to do the middle button of her blouse up, pull the skirt down at the front covering her pussy and open her eyes. When the lights came on we sat there apparently discussing the film, but I was actually listening to her tell me what it had been like laying there in the half light of a public building, totally exposed and virtally blind. With the lights up the place was surprisingly bright and several young men squeezed past us to leave. It must have been pretty obvious to them that Christie was not concealing much, and I saw several of them peering down her blouse to check out her full breasts and taking much longer than they needed to get past us. We were the last to leave, and as Christie put her coat on over her blouse and skirt I was tempted to touch her - but that was not part of our contract together. I had seen her naked, fully exposed, spread open, masturbating, peeing, fingering, even being fingered etc on many occasions but had never touched her nakedness myself. Any attempt by me to do so would have spolit our relationship.

I drove her to her car and said good night. The following day I called her mid morning to see if everything was ok when she got home. As usual she told me everything. She said that she had forgotten to put her underwear back on, and had not done her blouse up before entering the house. Her husband had greeted her at the door and had tried to take her coat from her but she had remembered her state of undress just in time. A small argument had ensued but Christie was so horny she was able to persude her husband to have sex with her in the kitchen, on the kitchen table, her as wet as fractured water main and him desperate to fill her body with his. Two hours of what sounded like some pretty creative sex, later, they went to bed. They would probably not have sex again for a few weeks and I would no doubt get a call from Christie asking me to provide her with a sexually stimulating encounter so she could give her husband a good time. Well, its my social duty, after all!!