I honestly did not expect much of anything to happen at the theater outside of just getting Sylvia in the mood. Truthfully, I had expected for us to go back to one of our apartments after the movie for some fun, but I am more than happy to do it here. We are about halfway through that bottle of champagne, and the movie has only been on for about thirty minutes at this point. The cake is gone, and she has sunk further and further into me with every passing minute.

Right now her right hand is rested on my knee, and she seems to be rubbing my knee with her palm. I am not paying any attention to the movie, and I don’t think she is either –if anything, she is just pretending to be interested in the film. I know I’m not. I keep second guessing myself as to whether or not she is wanting to do it now or is just getting herself excited for later. After a few minutes of debating with myself, I decide to test the waters. I reach one hand down and touch her knee similar to what she has been doing to be for the past ten minutes or so, but I slowly start to slide my hand up until I am under her dress at her thigh. She does not stop me; if anything, she just comes closer to me and lays her head against my chest.

Holy shit; she’s not wearing underwear. That is pretty much all the confirmation I need to deduce that she has been looking forward to tonight just as much as me. “Damn,” I say when I make this pleasant discovery. She’s wet too and all ready to go. “Oh Damn,” I say again at my second happy surprise.

“Get it in me –now.” She says, and I am hardly able to contain my excitement. Where did this version of Sylvia come from all of a sudden? Maybe she has been thinking about this just as much as me? She did tell me she has a poster of me in her apartment. I guess as much as she is my fantasy girl I’m her fantasy boy too. Works for me.

“Yes, ma’am!” I say, and I kick off my shoes and get out of my pants faster than I think I ever have before. I toss my boxers and my suit jacket, but my button-up and tie remain on. She hikes up her dress, and her dress sandals are kicked away as well.

We’re both way too eager to get a move on to bother removing her dress or my tie and button up. I enter inside her for the first time, and I am instantly overcome with an intense amount of relief. This has been building up for a considerable amount of time. I have been creepily crushing on her billboard modeling gig for over a year, almost two, and we have tried to get in bed together several times now. The anticipation has been killing me. I feel her tense up, and the walls of her womb tighten around me –making me cringe from the intense sensation.

She wraps her arms around me and pulls the thick blanket over us both as we sink down into the beanbag chair. Thinking back, perhaps the beanbag was not the best option. It is not that easy to move around on top of. We sink further down into the beanbag, and the foamy interior wraps us up tight like a heat-filled balloon of foam and skin. Eventually, I manage to pull her green dress up over her head, and I stare at her perky breasts hidden beneath the fabric of a purple, lacy bra. Although she is squished underneath me, she still works furiously to unbutton my shirt so that she can touch my now sweat-covered chest. Seriously –this beanbag chair and the thick blanket are making us hotter than the sauna at my gym.

Sylvia arches back, and I glance down at her toned abdomen and generally cared for body. Holy hell. Every inch of her is perfect. Surely there is some sort of imperfection hidden somewhere on this ideal specimen of the female form? She tries not to scream, worried that the employees might hear us, but I assure her that between the movie and the fact that they are on the opposite end of the building that that is unlikely. I kiss her breasts, taking a moment to suck at both of her nipples before moving upwards to her throat. I can’t help myself: I bite the shit out of her neck, and she groans loudly. “Damn it!” she shouts at me, but her jaw looks up as she grits her teeth and then licks her lips at the overwhelming satisfaction the act causes. Now I’m on her face, and I kiss her lips hard as I press my pelvis up against hers, forcing my cock as far back into as I could possibly make it go. It’s at this moment that I notice her slight imperfection; I can’t tell exactly, but I think her eyes might be two different colors or something amiss like that because I notice for the first time that she wears contacts, and they are definitely colored contacts. What a small and insignificant flaw! It’s almost endearing, and she hides it well, but I knew there had to be something that made her human instead of completely goddess-like in appearance, so finding this little secret of hers is almost a relief.

“You’re amazing,” I say and nibble at her ears, and she moans loudly.

“Oh, James!” she calls out, “You’re going to break me in two!”

This has got to be the single most amazing moment in my life. This woman –the woman I have dreamed about and fantasized about (and masturbated to; I’m not going to lie) –has suddenly appeared in my life, and she has turned out to be even greater than anything I have ever imagined. She’s smart, funny, athletic, and she is the same sort of things I am. And, to top it off, is a hellion in bed… or beanbag, whichever. I’m not sure if it’s just her or just the fact that this moment has been building for so long, but this is the best sex I have ever had. Our movements are limited, sure, but it does not matter. I’ve never been into the whole hot and sweaty thing, but I think I might change my M.O. now. Damn! Mother of God!

“Don’t stop!” she shrieks, her hands shaking. She lowers her hands down to my ass and squeezes my cheek, and she awkwardly snorts a small laugh. One hand come up and covers her face from embarrassment.

I smile and wrap one arm around the back of her neck so that she can rest her head there, and with my other hand, I lower her hand that had covered her embarrassed face. “You’re so damn cute,” I say, and I immediately feel awkward for saying that. I’ve definitely never told a grown woman she was cute before. Beautiful. Sexy. Hot. But cute? We’re both blushing now, and I like it.

I speed up, and she looks almost light-headed when I do. Her groans become closer together and louder and louder with each passing second until I know she has certainly gotten where she needs to be. I keep her going, though. It’s my dream girl, after all. I hold out, and I keep pushing through until I know she’s had her fill of loud, pleasurable orgasms.

She’s panting, loudly. I lift myself up slightly, after having been crushing her most of the time, just so I can look down and admire her body as I continue to slide in and out of her. She’s covered in a layer of sweat that is glistening off of her. I watch as her chest moves up and down and she desperately gasps for each breath. The thick blanket, as I raise up, falls off my back and wraps around my legs. Sylvia can’t catch her breath, and I’m about to lose my endurance. One final thrust, and I ejaculate inside her. We collapse beside one another, neither having the capability to make a single utterance outside of heavy panting.

There are a million things running through my mind as we lay out, completely naked, on top of this beanbag chair, but one thing comes to the forefront of my mind as the end credits roll on the screen: that was a fucking four-hour movie. Hot damn.