I paced back and forth, nervous. I prayed that when I knocked on the door, Mike would say he was just joking, and I wouldn't have to go through with i...t. I steeled myself for the worst, and walked to the door. I looked at my reflection in glass portal of the door. The way Michael had shaped my eyebrows was unmistakably girly, despite what he had promised me when I allowed him to do it. I definitely looked a bit girly. I raised my hand to knock on the door when it opened and standing there was. She said “You know in Europe, we are not so uptight as you Americans. Feeling a woman’s breast is not considered cheating.” She guided my hand under her shirt. She was wearing no bra! I could feel her stiffening nipple. My heart raced even more. I wanted her!“Let’s have a discussion of what is cheating and what is not.” I said.“Sure. I like debating.”“If I start rubbing along the side of your body ever so gently, like this, well that could happen in a subway.” I was stroking her side, under her. .I am surprised to even see him with that, after that restaurant it looks weird. Moreover now I feel overdressed...but I keep quiet, I'd rather that than feeling underdressed. We take a couple of the most isolated seats all the way in the back. I don't even know which movie we are going to be watching. The shows some commercials about Jhonny Depp, Catherine Zeta Jones...etc etc. The lights dim and as I innocently chew on the popcorn, I feel a hand slide up my thigh. I can't digets anymore.... Quickly, you pulled the tissue paper out of my face and began stroking your cock, hovering over my face. “Open your mouth.” You ordered, and without hesitation, I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out. After just a few more strokes, you began to cum, unloading ropes of your thick, warm cum over my face. One grazed my eyebrow, a few landed on my tongue, but most of your cum ended up on my cheeks. Once you were finished, you wiped the tip of your cock against my tongue, allowing me to clean you.