Theater (story below)
The theater lights dimmed around us as I settled into the plush seat, my thigh pressing against yours in the dark. The previews hadn't even started when I felt your fingers tracing idle patterns on my bare knee—my short skirt riding up just enough to make your intentions clear.
Your arm draped over my shoulders, pulling me close until I could feel the heat of your breath against my temple. The scent of your cologne mixed with the buttery popcorn between us was intoxicating. I turned slightly, brushing my lips along the curve of your jaw before catching your earlobe between my teeth, teasing it with a slow, wet nip.
A thrill shot through me when you inhaled sharply—proof I had your attention. The movie hadn’t even started yet, and already my pulse was racing.
My fingers trailed down your chest, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt just long enough to feel the firm muscle beneath. Then lower, tracing the outline of your belt before flicking open the buckle with practiced ease. The quiet snick of your zipper was nearly lost beneath the theater’s surround sound, but my body hummed with the thrill of secrecy.
I palmed you through your boxers first, feeling how hard you were already, how your cock twitched against my touch. Butter from the popcorn bucket slicked my fingers as I reached back in, pretending to grab another handful while coating my skin with the rich, greasy warmth.
When my hand returned to your lap, I didn’t hesitate—I pulled you free and wrapped my fingers around your length, stroking slowly at first, twisting my wrist just the way I knew you liked. Your hips jerked, and I bit back a grin when you muffled a groan against my hair.
Your retaliation was swift. Your fingers slid beneath my skirt, skimming over the lace edge of my panties before dipping beneath to find me already wet. A soft gasp escaped me when your fingers parted my folds, circling my clit with teasing pressure.
Our lips crashed together, tongues tangling as the movie played forgotten in front of us. My strokes grew faster, my grip tighter, matching the rhythm of your fingers working me into a frenzy.
I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly—until the tension snapped. Just as my thighs clenched and my back arched, I dropped my mouth to your cock, swallowing you deep to stifle my moans.
Your fingers dug into my thigh as you came, hot and thick down my throat. I drank every pulse of you, my tongue lapping at your tip until you shuddered.
When I finally pulled away, lips glistening, I met your darkened gaze and smirked. No one else in the theater had any idea what we’d just done—and that only made it hotter.