Desperate Thoughts: The Gift
Desperate
Thoughts
The Victoria Wilde Series Prequel
IAN DALTON
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BY IAN DALTON
The
Victoria Wilde Series:
INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHTS
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Victoria Wilde Prequel
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Table of Contents
Inappropriate Thoughts Excerpt
Victoria and David Wilde sat in the last row of a dark movie theater. Their eyes were glued to the screen, but they weren’t watching the movie at all. Her hand was wrapped snuggly around his rock hard cock and slowly stroking it up and down. Two of David's fingers were buried deep and wandering inside Victoria’s wet pussy as his palm rested against her tightly trimmed pubic hair and inadvertently pressed gently on her clit. None of the other four people in the theater knew what the attractive married couple in their early thirties was doing. She glanced down to his cock during a brightly lit scene, and watched as a huge drop of pre-cum trickled out of the slit and slowly slipped down the shaft. Licking her lips, she wanted badly to taste him. She wanted that drop on her tongue and his thick cock inside her mouth, but she would have to wait.
David’s cock was so slick, and his breathing so labored, that Victoria could tell he was close, but there was still at least twenty minutes left in the feature. Sliding her hand lower, she stroked only the shaft, being careful to avoid the ridge around its sensitive head. He parted his lips and closed his eyes while her delicate fingers brought him to the edge, then pulled him back, again and again. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her engorged clit. Using one finger to carefully rub it, he glanced at her as she slipped a little lower in her seat melting with his touch.
He pulled his hand from her, brought his fingers to his lips, and tasted her sweet juice. She could tell that he longed to tongue her delicious folds, but would also need to wait until they returned home. Working up a little saliva in his mouth, he loaded it onto his fingers then slipped his hand back through the open fly in her jeans and returned it to her pussy.
She gasped when she felt his lubed fingers slide over her clit then down to her swollen lips. Gripping his cock tighter, she returned to the head while he slid his fingers back inside of her then curled them up toward her belly button as he searched for her G-spot. When he pressed his finger into the spongy sensitive area, she breathed heavier as she closed in on a giant orgasm…
Victoria was actually rubbing her own pussy in the darkened theater. She was daydreaming as her fingers slid over the outside of her jeans. Next to her was not David, but her best friend Rebecca. Rebecca glanced at her and didn’t see what her hand was doing, but did notice her panting. She whispered, "Are you okay?"
Victoria kept rubbing until Rebecca nudged her gently and yanked her from the midst of the fantasy. She quickly pulled her hand from her lap and then looked at Rebecca. "Huh… What?"
"Are you all right?"
Victoria looked back to the screen as she struggled to return to full consciousness. "Yeah, I, uh, just dozed off for a second."
Rebecca returned her attention to the movie as Victoria glanced away, saddened. It was the first time she’d been to a movie theater since David died fourteen months ago. Actually, it was the first time she’d done much of anything resembling fun since David was unfairly stolen from her. David made her promise that she would go on living without him, but she wasn’t ready—she wasn't sure she would ever be.
Before the tumor, David was a professor at the university and they lived a perfect life in a beautiful house just a few blocks from campus. She thought going to the movie might be a bad idea and suspected that all those memories would come flooding back to her. She was right. During the first ten years of their marriage, about once a month or so, she and David would choose a box office bomb to see, which was just about to leave the theater. It would usually be a movie they had no interest in seeing. They would attend a matinee, which would invariably be nearly empty and get there early to claim the last row.
Once the lights went down, they would slowly and carefully please each other until the credits rolled. It was an exciting, slightly dangerous diversion for a couple that otherwise enjoyed an extremely active and inventive, but mostly tame sex life. At least their sex life was active during that first ten years of the marriage. After that, they excitedly agreed to have a baby and discovered it wasn't as easy as they had expected. The movie experiences stopped after the conception became the prime focus of any sex.
But, back when they were enjoying their movie dates, they were drawn to them because of the added thrill of being in a public place and the risk that they might just get caught. On these theater days, neither would wear underwear and they would sneak in a small bottle of rum and fill their larges cokes with it. They went with mostly empty stomachs in order to have the effects of the cocktails felt quickly.
They were close enough to the theater to walk, so driving home afterward was never a concern. David and Victoria would pace themselves and bring each other to the brink of orgasm repeatedly, while sipping their spiked drinks. They knew each other’s bodies so well that they could sense when the other was close to orgasm and they knew how to adjust their touch to make things last. The alcohol didn’t hurt as well in prolonging their climaxes for the entire ninety to one hundred twenty minutes that were required. They had also mastered the art of the silent orgasm, since screaming out loud, even in a nearly empty theater, was generally frowned upon.
Rebecca had been asking Victoria to see this movie for a couple weeks and finally she agreed. Victoria wore panties on this day, but her thoughts about David brought back so many memories that she found herself soaking wet throughout the show, even before her masturbatory fantasy began. If Rebecca hadn’t stopped her, she might have screamed out with a loud orgasm in the semi-crowded theater. As Victoria’s breathing returned almost to normal, she didn’t watch the end of the film, she instead returned to thinking about her lost love. She recalled a story David shared with her about an older woman who changed his life forever; a woman who took a shy, awkward college freshman virgin with no self-confidence and put him on a new path. It would be the path that would eventually lead him to her and it was the story that sparked their theater adventures. She closed her eyes as her mind drifted back to that night he shared the story and she could still hear his voice…
"I went to the movies by myself and there were—"
"You loser…you went to the movies alone?" Victoria asked with a grin.
David glared at her. "Yes, sorry, I wasn't as cool as you were back then." He sat with his arms crossed, waiting.
"Please keep going. Sorry, I'll stop."
He shook his head as he began again, "So there were only
a few other people scattered in other rows in the theater. Just as the previews began, an older woman, who was maybe forty-five, walked in and sat in my row, but about six seats away. There was just enough light in the theater that
I could tell that this gorgeous woman was on the brink of tears."
"Oh, gorgeous huh?"
"You know, no woman can compare to you." He chuckled and planted a feather kiss on her lips. "Now are you going to let me continue?"
"I don't know. Your story sounds like it could be really good and mine was so lame. I'm not sure I—"
"Yours wasn't that bad," David interupted.
"Not bad...that jerk shot all over my shirt after ten seconds then proceeded to nearly bite my nipple off."
"Okay, it's the worst story ever. Is that what you want me to say? Penthouse will not be publishing it any time soon."
"You've got that right," she said. David glared at her again. Victoria closed her lips and turned a pretend key over them while giving him a hopeful look.
He sighed. "Okay. I could feel that she was looking at me and I remember I was really nervous.
I
glanced at her and smiled. She returned this really sad smile then looked away and focused on the screen. A few minutes later, the woman got up and moved to the seat next to me. I remember how good she smelled…She wore a flowered perfume with the scent of lilacs. I was literally trembling as she sat next to me without saying a word. After a few minutes, she asked in a whisper, 'Do you have a girlfriend?'"
"I said no, and my mind was racing. Seconds later, she placed her
hand on my knee and we glanced at each other nervously. As soon as she touched me it felt like a switch flipped and blood rushed to my cock. Her fingers began slowly moving up my leg toward it and I was completely hard before she even reached it."
Victoria began squirming in her seat and her lips parted as she listened.
David asked, "Pretty hot right?"
She nodded. "What happened next?"
"Then, she began massaging my cock through my pants. She locked eyes with me and I looked at her in disbelief as she unzipped my fly and pulled it out. She gave me a long, slow, sensual hand job. It wasn't my first, but it was the best one I had ever had. I almost came as soon as she touched me, but I struggled to hold back. Her hands were so soft yet her grip was so firm. She knew all the right…I was so horny. I couldn't keep from finishing and I shot in about thirty seconds."