Movie Theater Sapphic D S Hookup

My hand is positively vibrating.

In the dim light of the movie theater, I can see that there's an inch or two between mine and K's. It feels 20,000 leagues away. We've been sexting all week, and have agreed to keep our hands to ourselves in front of our friends. We agreed, we agreed. But....they also texted me that they were wearing lingerie to this meet up today, knowing fully they were only trying to tempt me.

I move myself hand slightly closer to where theirs is resting, no more than a whisper between us now.

The movie music crescendos, and when I'm sure everyone else's eyes are glued to the screen, I place my hand lightly on top of theirs and run my thumb up their pinky. Their head snaps towards me, eyebrows raised. I don't smile, only look them hard in the eyes. I see their pupils dilate, even in the near-dark, and feel myself smile despite myself. I tilt my head once towards the exit, then move my hand.

I get up and begin down the theater stairs, murmuring "sorry," and "my bad," as I pass people trying to look around me at the Big Plot Reveal on screen. I don't mind that I'm missing it. Not if it pays off, anyway.

I get down outside and wait to see if K follows me. I wait, wondering if I've taken this too far, if I'm pulling them from something that they don't want to miss. Worse yet, I consider what I'll do if they don't follow me. Sit back down an apologize later, I guess.

The theater door swings open, the sounds of the horror movie spilling out into the hallway. K looks around, almost nervously, before seeing me through the crowd. I grin at them and then begin walking away, sure now that they'll follow.

I get to the bathroom first, blissfully deserted. K comes in a moment after.

"Are you okay? I know movies can be super triggering, and if you want to step outside I'll totally come with you --" They begin. I close the distance between us quickly, slipping my fingers into their belt loops and pulling their hips against mine. K inhales sharply, a smile spreading across their face, and lets out a self-satisfied "ohhhhhh?" before leaning down to kiss me lightly.

I snake my fingers into their hair and pull down hard, bringing their ear to my mouth. K moans in a high pitched voice, clearly surprised. A question, almost. I feel myself starting to get hard. "You got me too fucking riled up yesterday and this morning," I say.

"Ohhhh," they say again, an answer rather than a question. They're clear as day on my intent. "I wanted you to feel a little tempted," they tell me.

"Did you? Did you think about what that would do to me?"

"Yes, I thought a lot about it. I hoped it would get you hard, that it would make you want to touch me the whole time."

I ball my hand into a fist in their hair, and they let out a moan again, clearly in pain.

"Well you got what you wanted. Did you think about what I'd do if I got my hands on you, though?" I ask.

"....no," they trail off, laughing. "I didn't think you'd cave," they say. A challenge. A mockery.

"You little fucking slut," I hiss into their ear.

"Yes," they exhale. "Yes, I am."

"I'm gonna make you put out now," I tell them.

"You are?!" They ask gleefully.

I laugh dispute myself. "Yes, and it isn't going to be as fun as you're thinking it will be." With that, I take them by the hand and lead them into a bathroom stall.

I've barely locked it behind me before K is tugging at my belt, my pants. They sit down onto the toilet and pull my packer out. They immediately take the length of me into their mouth and I exhale loudly.

"Fuck," I whisper, reveling in the sloppy, wet sounds they're making as my cock slides in and out of their mouth. I feel the pressure of the packer against my clit. "You look good sucking cock in a bathroom stall like a common whore," I tell them. They make no response, but press their hands on my ass, forcing me deeper into their mouth. Clearly, they agree.

I realize I've forgotten where I am as we hear a crowd of people enter the bathroom. The movie next door must have just let out, and our once-silent spot is now full of the clamor of sinks turning on and doors slamming and people reviewing the movie they just finished.

K begins sliding me out of their mouth, smiling. Clearly they think our little moment of spontaneous fun is over.

"Nooo, no, no." I mouth. Their eyebrows raise, and I slide back into them. "Suck," I whisper, "and if you make any fucking noise, I'll best you so savagely you can't sit for a week." They let out the smallest whimper and take me back in. "My turn to tempt them", I think to myself. I begin pumping into their mouth, picking up speed until I am fucking their face in earnest. I ball my hand in their hair again so I can bring their mouth down on me as quickly as I want it. I pound into their mouth, knowing they must be struggling to breathe. To my surprise, K presses down further, their head fully against my stomach, and I realize they're trying to muffle the sound.

"Good," I whisper as I continue to pound into them. K pushes their hands up the back of my shirt, then down into my underwear so their hands are directly on my ass. They dig their nails into me, such that each thrust I give them drags their nails slightly lower. The feeling of their nails on and in me is heavenly, and I hear myself gasping before I realize how much noise I've started to make. K jerks their head back against my hands and my cock falls out of their mouth.

"Shhhh," they say, a twinkle in my eye. "Aren't we supposed to be quiet?" They whisper up to me, mocking me.

I get it now. This is exactly what they want. To force me to take them, knowing I too will be constrained by how quiet we have to be, how limited our movement is. The brattiness of it all.

"You knew this would kill me," I say now, louder. K's eyes widen. I see my counter: they really are scared of getting caught.

"Stand up," I say at nearly fully volume over the dying din of the bathroom. They do, clearly out of fear I'll raise my voice more. As they gain their footing, I spin them around and press them against the door of the bathroom stall. They use their hands to break the fall, and so I grab both hands and force them behind their back. K's face is pressed into the cold metal stall door, and they let out a small whimper. Lucky for us, people are starting to leave. We might even get the whole bathroom to ourselves again.

"I'm taking what I want now," I whisper down to them, our faces close. I grind into their perfect ass, feeling the incredible pressure the packer makes. I grind harder, rhythmically, loving the way it pushes them further into the door. Without much regard to their outfit, I harshly pull their pants down to mid thigh.

"Spread your legs," I hiss, as quietly as I can. I pull their pants down further still. I take my belt off and wind it around their hands, knowing they can't do anything to stop me. I put one end of the belt in each of their hands. "If you let go of this, I will drag you into the hallway like this for everyone to see." I tell them. "I'll show the whole fucking theater what a nasty, cock-starved slut I have. I'll ask for volunteers to help me put you back into place." I hiss, vicious scenes dancing through my head. They whimper and I feel blood surge to my clit. I move into their line of sight and unlock the bathroom door.

"Wait! What are you--", I shove my fingers into their mouth.

"Shut the FUCK UP." I say through gritted teeth. "You wanted this. If you want to keep the door closed, you're gonna have to do it with your face. Your hands are occupied, so I guess you better stay pressed against the damn door." I tell them. "Be silent."

I come back around their side and waste no time, sliding my hands down their ass and thighs. They press back against me, out of habit, and the door gains leverage. K gasps in, seeing the challenge, and pushes themselves back against it. I run my fingers around their hole, feeling how deliciously wet they've gotten. K's knees get weak as they try to press back, realizing again how they can't press back without the door coming open.

I position myself with just the very tip of my fingers in them. "Fuck yourself" I say quietly. K tries, and oh, how fucking delightful it is to watch them try. Each time they push back, the door swings open a little, but each time they try to keep the door closed, my fingers slide out of them.

I laugh quietly. "Go ahead!" I say, quietly as well. "This is what you wanted." K moves back and forth, trying to logic a way to get what they want. I watch them struggle, delighting in the embarrassment I know they feel from having to hold the door closed with their face. They grunt with effort, their near-silent moans growing more exasperated as they come to realize the futility of their task.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, yes please, yes," the words pour out of them. "Please please please fuck me." A torrent of begging, a vulgar prayer.

"Can I have you any way I want?" I ask, setting up the perfect trap.

"Yes, however you want. Please just fuck me, fuck me however you want to, I don't care." They beg.

"Okay, if you say so!" I whisper. I push their face back against the door and move closer, ending the predicament. And just when K thinks they're getting exactly what they bargained for, I spit crudely onto their asshole. Once, twice. I glob spit onto my finger and press it directly into their ass. I don't wait for a warm up, I don't ask for further permission. I take them exactly as I want to.

K presses themself against the door now, letting out the loudest moan of the hookup.

"Hey, shut the FUCK UP," I whisper again through gritted teeth. "Take it, you fucking slut. Take it silently. You brought this on. You told me to take you how I wanted, you didn't think to ask any more did you little slut? No, so now you have to take what I give you. So fucking take it."

K groans a little and I press into them, my finger sliding into their ass. I pull out and then begin to pump gently into them, knowing each small movement feels huge. I fuck their ass gleefully, knowing ive turned their slutty little fantasy into my own. They exhale with each thrust, and I can tell they're feeling intensely. I drop more spit down into their hole and continue, pushing another finger in.

"I can't take two, I can't --" they trail off as my second finger glides in as easily as the first.

"You sure, you stretched out slut? You're taking it already, you're taking it fucking perfectly. Look at you, getting fucked in the ass in public. You fucking faggot, take it."

I reach down into my underwear and begin rubbing my clit as I pump into them. "There's no way I'll be able to cum like this," I think to myself. Almost as soon as the thought ends, I feel an orgasm start spreading through my abdomen and chest. I feel my chest and neck and face go flush and I realize I am going to cum extremely quickly.

"Fuck," I whisper, nearly collapsing against them. The motion shoves my fingers crudely into them, down to my palm, as deep as I can go. K inhales loudly, making no other sound, spasms in what I can only imagine is both pain and pleasure. Their asshole tightens around my fingers as I let my load go in them.

"You've got my cum in your ass now," I whisper down, trying to collect myself. I spit more into their asshole, and it lands across their back, their thighs, their ass cheeks. I spit down again and again, pumping what I've already left in them back in. K takes it silently, breathing hard.

When the orgasm fades, I pull out of them. K stays pressed against the door, shaking lightly, almost cowering against it, and I let out a quiet laugh. I pull them up straight by their hair and turn them to face me. They have a look of quiet surprise and delight on their face.

"I am done with you now," I tell them, and kiss them once lightly. "You'll hear me wash my hands and leave. That's how you know you can follow me out." I say. I tuck my cock back in, zip my pants, and leave without another another word.

After I'm done at the sink, I text them as I enter back into the hallway: "what happens when you tempt me before we meet up like this?"

Before I'm back to the theater, I see the reply has come through "i get fucked in the ass like a slut. you'll cum in me and I'll have to hold in me for the rest of the day :)"

"Ah good," I think to myself. "Lesson learned, gleefully, and in less than ten minutes." They're my favorite sub for a reason.

**this story assumes that any CNC is pre-negotiated, desired by both parties, and emphatically consensual.