The movie continued for a little while longer, the two of us so close together we were almost touching. I didn't know if she could feel it, but to me it was like having a static charge in the air, just waiting for contact. After what seemed like a small eternity, she caught my eye and slid her arm under mine. Out of all the storms I have ever seen, none could match the electricity I felt when we touched. It was like a bolt of lightning that went straight to my bones and set my blood on fire. I had been keeping half an eye on the movie for the sake of making fun of Jackman, but now I was only pretending to watch it. We sat there for a few minutes, barely touching each other, our fingers tracing lines on each other's arms and the tension building. Soon I couldn't stand it any longer and I moved my hand to her leg, brushing my fingers up and down the skirt on the outside of her thigh. She reached down and moved the skirt over my hand so that I was touching her skin. Slowly, tracing lines back and forth, I moved further up and around her thigh until I was following the edge of her panties, then rubbing up and down the surface. Her hand moved to my leg and I wondered if she could tell how little room I had left in my jeans. I started to work my fingers under the edge of her panties, having completely forgotten about the movie. I was confused when she stopped me, at least until she shifted in her seat to take her panties off and adjust her position. Surprised again. I slid my hand back under her skirt and felt the wetness that was building between her legs; my left hand was starting to get stiff from tension, but I barely noticed it as I focused on her reactions to what I was doing. I worked my hand up and down, teasing her a bit at a time, before moving a finger inside her. I switched back and forth, outside, then inside, watching her face out of the corner of my eye as she pretended to watch the movie. Her eyes closed and her breathing became more pronounced as I went on; it was a huge turn-on to watch. The movie got to what must have been an exciting part; there was a lot of noise to cover us. She grabbed my hand and directed it where she wanted it to go, putting her head on my shoulder to stifle her whimpers. The feel of her lips on my arm was galvanizing in ways I never expected. She built to a shivering crescendo, my fingers soaked from what we were doing while the other patrons remained oblivious. I, on the other hand, have never been more aware. I loved every second of it.
When she was finished, she leaned over onto me and moved her hands to my belt line; her timing was perfect, since by that point I was about to explode. She got my jeans undone, but then paused; I think she was noticing that the movie was drawing to a close, which didn't leave us much time. She lifted her face close to mine, and the drive to kiss her would have gotten the best of me if she hadn't started talking. She asked me if she could take care of me in the car after the movie was over. Weighing the pros and cons, I determined that there weren't really any cons and nodded. She settled into my side and we more or less watched the remainder of the movie, still caressing and feeling one another. I worked my hand around the edge of her bra, feeling the curves that have held a spot in my mind for quite a long time; she wrote a message on her phone promising she wouldn't leave me hanging.
The movie ended without my really knowing what the damn thing was about except for a robot, Yo-landi and Hugh Jackman channeling his true self. We made our way outside, talking about the sort of things that happened in theaters when 50 shades was playing. Once outside, we decided to go to my car, since it was away from anyone else's. We sat down in the front seats, and it was back to square one, making awkward small talk and beating around the bush. After a couple of minutes, she told me to keep an eye out for police patrolling around the mall and leaned over into my lap.
The walk outside and the brief talk in the car had given me a bit to calm down, but as soon as she got my pants open and she moved her hand inside my boxers, my blood started rushing again and I got hard as though there hadn't been a pause at all. Slowly, she took me into her mouth, working her way down and rocking her head back and forth. Keeping even the smallest part of my attention on "cop watch" was next to impossible as she continued; I knew from talking to her that she was skilled, but hearing it and feeling it are two extremely different things. I moved some of her hair away from her face, watching what she was doing, which made my heart thunder even more. Every now and then she would pause, saying one or two words while stroking me; it was driving me insane, and I felt like she knew it. I started to rub my hands along her exposed skin again, and she took a moment to drop the straps of her dress and bra off of her shoulders. She went back down, and as she licked and sucked my cock I freed one of her breasts, kneading it in my hand. I have large hands, but... damn. It was finally more than I could take; I heard myself cursing as I broke, unloading into her mouth. All of the tension went out of me as she finished me off, my frame turning to water even as the blood pounded in my ears and my breathing went ragged. Eventually she sat back up on her side of the car; I was mostly speechless. Wordy though I may be, I couldn't think of something good to describe exactly how amazing it had been.
We exchanged a few words after that, talking about how it was going to be our inside joke, and then she got out to go back to her own car. I sat for a couple of minutes, staring at my windshield and trying to recover. As I drove away, we started texting each other again, thanking each other for an "interesting" evening. I told her that I might have to write about it.
