Going out to the movies with your friend for the first time in a long while. The theater was mostly empty but you someone ends up taking the empty seat next to you.
He's a chubby hairy dilf, has a huge bucket of popcorn to himself, as he sits you notice he has a warm aura of sweaty armpit that you can't help but smell as the movie starts.
As usual your friend falls asleep a fourth of the way into the movie, you try and focus but the smell keeps distracting you from the plot on the screen. The slobby dad next to you has been loudly laughing at the movie the whole time, without a care for keeping the theater quiet. Finishing his popcorn, he places the bucket on the ground, and rests his now free arm over the back of your seat.
You feel the heat from his open armpit warm up the air near your head and shoulders, his grey shirt, stained on the front from the butter on his popcorn as a large dark grey stain that almost caused the air around it to steam like breath on a cold day.
The sharp, oniony smell was so intense you began to tear up, but as you stole glances at him, he seemed almost a little bit handsome. You find yourself taking deeper and deeper breaths of the warm sweaty smell of his pit near your head.
After about ten minutes of sitting in his hot, sweaty funk, you feel like you're about to bust, his rancid dad pheremones have worn their way into your brain and you feel your crotch grow warm as you take deeper and deeper huffs.
You look at your friend next to you, still deep asleep, unaware of the smell or anything that had happened in the last half hour of the movie. As you turn to your other side to steal another glance at the dilf, you jump when you realise he had turned his head as was now locking eyes with you, a smug grin on his bearded face. You immediately break out into a blush of both embarrassment and the hormones now coursing through you.
"I could hear you sniffing that whole time, cutie." He raises his arm up, revealing wisps of dark long hair hidden by his sweat soaked sleeves. "C'mere, have a sniff up close, that's what you've been thinking about, right?"
Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you actually contemplated doing it, staring deep into the hot wet pit in front of your face. You turn back and look at your friend to be sure that she's still asleep. As you look back at him he grabs the back of your head and shoves your face deep into his warm armpit. The thick warm intense oniony odor brings tears to your eyes, but you can't help to keep sniffing and sniffing.
Suddenly, he pulls your head back out of his armpit and looks you in the eyes. "Hey, your friend won't be awake until the movies over anyways, come and sit in between my legs." Before you even know what you're doing your face is resting deep in his warm crotch, his hand resting in the back of your head pushing you into his musky balls through his shorts.
Deep breath after deep break of the intense musk of his balls full your lungs, when suddenly, you hear a deep, low buzzing. You wonder what that noise is as suddenly the space between your face and his crotch rapidly heats up. "Ahhh, Jesus, sorry kid, I was holding that one in since the movie started." As you start to process what he said your nose connected the dots even faster.
He was farting. He was letting out a series of quiet, farts out, directly into your face, in public. You prayed your friend was still deep asleep. The smell was one of the most intense things you had ever encountered. That greasy, beefy rotten smell was heating up every inch of your face, drowning you in the thick, hot gas. It felt like your were trying to breath in warm water just to take a breath of the thick moist air in that small space. But you were compelled to stay firmly against his gross crotch, pleasing him felt like nothing you had ever felt before, and being the only one he wanted to sniff up his gas was a feeling that warmed you up inside.
After 3 minutes of near constant farting in continuous bursts, your face is covered in his scent. He loosens his legs and slowly lifts you back into your chair, you look at the screen and realize the credits are already rolling. You barely even remember what movie you came in here to see. As you sit in a dazy while the credits roll, you realize the dilf has already left. Your friend rubs there eyes as they begin to stir in their seat.
"I fell asleep again huh. Did you try to wake me up at all during the movie?" You can't even begin to explain what had happened and decided to just say they had refused to wake up, but before you can start your friend interrupts. "Ewwww, dude did you fart? You smell awful! No wonder you didn't wake up you must have had to fart and been embarrassed huh, and uh... you might wanna wear some more deodorant next time too, I think you're starting to sweat through it and I can smell you..."
I barely ever write but was super horny this morning and busted this out, hope you enjoy it. Gross dilfs are a need
