Winter at the Movies — A Forbidden Night

That winter everything between me and “C” had already shifted after Oktoberfest. She didn’t live in our city, but every time she visited… yeah, things happened. Natural. Inevitable.

That night the plan was innocent: me, my wife, and “C” heading to the movies. VOSE screenings, tiny side theaters, freezing outside and too warm inside — winter in Spain basically means carrying half your wardrobe everywhere.

The room was packed, so we rushed in with our coats still in hand. I sat between “C” and my wife. And “C”… well, she looked like trouble wrapped in winter clothes.

The Moment Everything Shifted

Lights go down. Movie starts. “C” lifts the armrest — “just getting comfy.” Sure.

A minute later her hand slides under my coat, settling on my thigh. Soft, slow, intentional. My wife on one side, “C” on the other… yeah, you can imagine.

She pretends to watch the movie while her fingers tease their way up my leg. Every breath gets harder to hide.

Heat in a Cold Night

When my wife stepped out to the bathroom, “C” leaned into my ear and whispered something that short-circuited my brain. The kind of line you don’t forget even years later.

Five eternal minutes later she took my hand under her coat, guiding it slowly up her thigh. Warm skin, soft breathing, and everything escalating fast — way too fast for a crowded room.

A Bathroom Break That Wasn’t

Then she stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” A look over her shoulder, a bitten lip — yeah, I followed.

The far VOSE halls were empty. She grabbed my hand, pulled me into the accessible restroom, and the door clicked shut. The air turned hot instantly — winter coats, fast breaths, and a kiss that felt like fire.

I won’t go into details here — but let’s just say the night went way beyond a movie plot twist.

Before leaving, she whispered: “You owe me one. Don’t forget.”

Aftermath in the Dark

Back in the theater, popcorn in hand, my wife joked that some crazy lady might’ve kidnapped me. “C” laughed. I tried to act normal. It didn’t really work.

I didn’t see the rest of the movie — my head was still in that restroom, replaying every second.

The Story Isn’t Over

And yes… I did “pay her back.” But that’s another night, another story.