Dirty Old Man at the Cinema

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One part of me wanted to go home and one part of me wanted to stay. If it was any other film then I would have already left but this was one of my all-time favorites and I waited months for the release, so I decided to stay.
There were not many people, I counted about twenty heads. I opened my phone and was typing a message to Ann for her to get well soon. From the corner of my eye, I saw someone entering into the row that I’m seated in and took the seat at the very corner of the row. I didn’t pay much attention because I was on the other end and to my left was a wall, there were about ten seats between me and that person. I was scrolling up and down on my Facebook looking at all the pictures my friends have posted from their weekend getaways. The person got up again and started walking towards me. It was an old man, hard to say his age, must be above sixty. He had a puggy face with wrinkles and it seemed he hadn’t taken a bath in a few days. His lips were filled with saliva and I could see the white form like salvia on either side of his mouth. He wore a dirty-looking shirt and a pair of long trousers the kind my grandpa would wear. He wore his pants above his waist as he was fat and had a big belly. Hair was a mess and it’s mostly grey hair and had a very oily forehead. I immediately felt disgusted the moment I saw him.
We made eye contact and he smiled at me with only a few discolored teeth in his mouth, I gave a quick smile and pretended to look away, he sat two seats next to me.

This theater could easily accommodate 150 people and there were only a handful of people and why did he decide to come and sit closer to me.For some reason, this dirty old man’s picture got stuck in my head. It was truly a disgusting image.
The lights dimmed and what happened next was unexpected, the old man slowly shifted to the seat next to me. The tickets were issued according to the seat number and the seat next to me should have been Ann’s. I wanted to ask him why are you seated here? This is not your seat but couldn’t blame the old geezer, he seemed innocent. Maybe I should have been more cautious of my dress code. This old man would have a nice view of my bulging juicy tits over my sports bra and the deep cleavage, and the cherry on top was the smooth thick milky thighs.
“What was he up to?” the foul odor coming from him was unbearable
It was dark for a few seconds and the lights slowly returned as the screen lit up. Even though I was looking at the screen I couldn’t help thinking about what just happened, I could see this old perve ogling at my big tits. It was not doing any harm but it was irritating for me. Even though I could bear those pervy eyes on my breast I couldn’t stand the smell coming from him.
The movie started and I couldn’t concentrate on the movie because whenever lights on the screen hit the old man’s face I could see his pervy eyes fixated on my breasts.

Fifteen mins into the movie I could see his face turned my way and staring at my tits, it was obvious that he was fixated on my tits as I slightly turned my head towards him he didn’t even notice. It was colder inside the theater than usual and my nipples were hard and visible like bullets trying to pierce through my top. The sports bra material is not enough to keep them hidden and my nipples are spawned to cold. I was a bit embarrassed and wanted to cover them with my hand immediately but didn’t want to make a big scene either, therefore I slowly adjusted my poster and the old man quickly looked straight. Maybe he got scared that I noticed.
Surprisingly there was no change in his movement for the next few minutes, not even a single look so I finally returned to watching the movie.
I was sunk in the movie when I felt something rubbing against my right hand and poking the right boob, this old pervert was trying to poke my right breast with his elbow.

I got furious. “Excuse me, can you please move your hand.” This old man probably never expected me to say this probably.
He was scared to death and his eyes were wide open. “Sorry, I might have accidentally put my arm on your armrest”.
He had a low pitch broken voice and when he spoke saliva would ooze from his mouth so he would swallow it every few seconds.

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