Cinemaddiction (Part 3)

With some effort and after managing to find myself in the wrong theater multiple times (and the restroom once), I managed to find the correct one. I normally despise sitting in the front, but the theater was painfully crowded and the only two seats available were one directly behind a seven foot circus-freak of a man and one isle seat in the front, next to a ravishing young stallion of a woman. Naturally, I chose the one beside the gorgeous maiden. Who knows... maybe at some point in the evening, I could sneak a handful of one of her breasts or maybe receive some bliss-inducing fellatio. Either of those sounded heavenly as I spoke them out loud and slid into my seat. The beautiful lass stared at me with disgust, as if I was some type of predator. I couldn't place why. I smiled my most charming smile and smacked my lips hungrily. My penis twitched towards the sky and I settled into my seat, placing my arms squarely on both of the armrests.
"Hello milady." I said in a deep sensual voice.

"Hi..." the young dame replied nervously. She looked absolutely revolted. I assumed it was because of the general odor of the theater. It smelled of musty popcorn and faintly of urine. Luckily, I had heavily bathed my hands and face with a musky Stetson aftershave before I'd come. It was sharp and pungent and would no doubt make any woman's nether regions wet with desire.

"I realize that this theater smells atrocious, but have no fear. I am known for my amazing taste in various types of perfumes and colognes and I just happen to be wearing some right now. You will not have to suffer the odor of this foul room for long."

"You don't really smell that great, to be honest with you. I think my great grandfather wore that kind of cologne in like 1920." This girl was no doubt trying to seduce me and I was quite flattered indeed.

"I reciprocate your feelings of attraction towards me." I said lustily. "Perhaps you and I could share a drink of delicious homemade wine and engage in some type of sexual activity here tonight. I assure you, I have no sexual diseases and I am quite versatile in the art of lovemaking." I paused for effect and patted my crotch with satisfaction.
"In addition, I've purchased several Kama Sutra books and read them thoroughly."
It was true. Weeks before, I'd journeyed to the local bookstore and purchased several graphic books on the subject, and after masturbating to them numerous times, I'd managed to read several chapters. Most of the pages weren't too stuck together.

"Oh my God, screw you!" the fiery young lass exclaimed. She quickly gathered her things and fled past me into the isle, walking briskly towards the rear of the theater like a terrified mule deer and seating herself behind the horribly tall circus freak. She'd be back. I hoped. With a frown, I crammed my penis and testicles back into my briefs and zipped my fly back up.

I turned back to the screen just as the opening credits of the movie were playing and removed my refreshments from my large coat, placing them both on my lap and in the empty seat next to me. The movie was called "Marley and Me", some ridiculous story about a dog that's apparently named Marley. I assumed he did tricks and whatnot.

I cracked open the first jar of homemade wine and generously poured it into my gaping mouth. The vapors the escaped the jar made my eyes water and I felt my throat threatening to close up due to the taste. No matter though, as I stomached it thirstily and drank another large gulp of the fiery liquid. My stomach burned and I belched loudly. A few audience members behind me whispered to each other in disgust. I turned in my seat and shushed them harshly. They laughed at me at first but after falling victim to my withering glare, obeyed wholeheartedly, no doubt fearing for their personal safety. I didn't blame them.