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So nice of him to wait until they finish 😆

Theater Hi-jinks

We settled in for the movie, knowing that it would never leave us calm. I knew that once the on-screen action heated up, so would you. Not to be disappointed, I saw your jaw go slack unconsciously. You probably didn't notice how your hand slid softly from one thigh to the other, pausing briefly on your warm mound. You were suddenly jarred to awareness when my hand closed over yours in the middle of that trip, folding your fingers beneath mine over the ridge of your warmth. Your gasp was hidden by the soundtrack of the movie. Your eyes shifted quickly to mine. I met them with a wry smile curling at the corner of my mouth before returning my attention to the screen.

But my hand lingered, my fingers pressing yours firmly over the thick material of your jeans. I could tell by the quickened pace of your breathing, that you were wishing as I was that nothing was separating our fingers from your soft plump lips. Your body stiffened as I gently brushed your hand aside and you felt me fumble with the stud at our waist. When you felt rather than heard the zipper slide down, you reacted by lifting your hips, straightening the pathway for the plastic teeth to complete their parting decent the joint that forbade it going any further. By the time my fingers cupped the soft cotton of your panties, they were already soaked in anticipation. Your legs parted slowly as though trying not to draw attention in the darkness, even though there was no one in our row and the teen girls a few rows ahead were completely enthralled with the spectacle on the screen.

I felt your lips separate beneath my touch, further spreading your honey on your drenched panties. The subtle rocking of your hips in response to my touch betrayed your approval of my explorations. The cool air of the theater was soothing to the fire billowing in your loins when I lifted the material between your thighs and pushed it to the side. You moaned in disappointment when instead of taking advantage of the new-found freedom, you felt my hand move totally away. You only risked a side-ward glance as you saw me withdraw something from my jacket pocket. A brief brightening of the movie screen reflected off the pink surface as it vanished between your legs. Confirming our suspicions, the cool silicone glided easily between your drenched lips before I pushed the bulk of it inside of you.

You braced for what was coming next as you watched me withdraw my phone, turn down the brightness, and open the app. You clenched your teeth and the nails from your hand bit into the firm muscle of my forearm as the first tingle of vibrations surged through you. My thumb slid across the phone screen, varying the intensity of the vibrations, making you squirm in your seat. I thought for a moment that your nails would draw blood when I pushed the control to maximum and quickly pulsed it there in syncopated rhythm. The thought that you actually might be both scary and exciting at once.

Your body tensed and relaxed in alignment with my adjusting of the pulses. I could not help but imagine my now throbbing cock mimicking the sensations inside you as I made the toy edge you closer and closer to cumming. But that would come later when we were home. Even though you wanted physical contact with me, you released my arm and transferred your frustrations to the arm of the seat as though you were also afraid of marking me with red. I wanted to applaud your constraint of being quiet, knowing that we both love the free expression of our pleasure in vocalizations of moans and growls - words and sighs. Some did escape through gritted teeth, but you timed it well with either dialogue or music from the movie. When the scene before us moved to a sexual nature, you lost it, your moans of orgasm blending perfectly in time with that of the actors. Nice cover. But when we get home, there will be no need for restraint, on the free release of the passion that, despite your cumming, was just the beginning. I didn't put away my phone until the closing credits made it necessary to return the adjustments of your clothes to a state that would not alert or alarm the other leaving patrons. But from your trembling thighs at having cum multiple times, I knew it best to wait until most had left the theater before you rose into a shaky stance.

Ahh, the ride home would seem like forever, but the time will definitely be rewarded.