The theater was completely empty as I made my way in. I wasn't too surprised, given that this low budget, indie, ultra violent Ryan Gosling movie had been out for a few weeks. It would probably be out of theaters next weekend -- and it would have been cheaper to stay home and find a copy online.
I wouldn't be wishing I did that in a few hours. And it had nothing to do with the movie. Not directly, anyway.
Before the trailers finally ended, I did notice someone else coming in. But it was only one person and he or she was sitting about five rows in front of me. I paid it no mind as I watched the film in my solitude.
Halfway through, I did hear something. It wasn't the movie, since Gosling hadn't spoken in about 25 minutes. As the latest silent montage played out, I heard something out of place. Something that sounded like....moaning.
It sounded female too -- but the few women in the movie weren't around to hang on Gosling in this scene. That left....
I got up from my seat, not needing to worry about blocking someone's view. I only saw the top of one head sitting five rows up, then I saw it lean back and heard those moans again. This was getting too peculiar not to notice -- and the movie was too busy doing other things to captivate me.
I looked around and saw no ushers or new audience members around. With no need to worry about getting caught, I tiptoed down the aisle and carefully walked to the woman's aisle. I stopped an aisle short and tried to look over discreetly, if that was possible.
What I saw was a woman sitting six seats down with her eyes closed. And with only one hand visible. And with her right hand all the way inside her skirt.
She finally opened her eyes but didn't look at me. When I noticed a big close up of Gosling's blank face on screen, and heard another big but quiet moan, I put the rest together.
Yet the more I looked at her instead of leaving for my own safety, the more I thought something was still missing. She didn't look like a regular old young lady fingering herself in an empty theater. Luckily, she opened her eyes and still didn't see me, so I could study her face and try putting it together.
"Mmm, fuck yes, Ryan," I now heard her. I knew I heard that voice before -- maybe not that graphically. I tried to match that voice to that face, and hoped her brown hair and light gray top helped too.
I don't know how that helped me figure out the woman was Anna Kendrick. But the conclusion was still valid. And it made me suck in my breath too loud -- yet not loud enough for her to notice.
An actual famous actress was fucking herself in front of me. Her eyes were closed and her face was leaning back, lit up by the screen nearby. Her chest was arched and....wait, was it really that big? I didn't recall her showing much skin in "Up In The Air" "50/50" or "Pitch Perfect" -- and certainly not in those five minutes of "Twilight" screen time. That I accidentally saw on cable.
Anyway, this should have been the lucky break I needed to go, but my feet were frozen. I soon felt that other parts of me weren't. There was a connection there somewhere. Yet when Anna thrust her hips up, it was harder to think it through.
At least until she finally looked to her left. "Jesus!" she hissed her first word to me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go!" I said without taking a breath.
"Sssh, do it quietly!" she whispered. I took a few breaths to calm myself down and prepare my quiet exit. However, I didn't move my legs -- or cover the obvious bulge hidden between them. Certainly not in time to hide it from Anna. "How long were you there?" she asked me.
"Only a minute, I swear to God," I remembered to whisper.
"And you got that in just a minute," Anna seemed to catch me. "Even Ryan needed more time to get me going."
"Well, um, I guess actors have a slow process. You would know," I rambled.
"Not like this," Anna brushed aside how I recognized her. "Damn, this was a really good one," she lamented as I noticed her squeezing her legs together. Finally she added, "Oh, fuck it."
With that, Anna drifted her right hand back towards her skirt -- without acknowledging that I was still watching. "Okay, now I'm going," I assured.
"You're gonna jack off to this anyway," Anna tossed out, then plunged her fingers into her skirt -- and in somewhere else, as her quiet moans gave away.
I was glued to her little show, yet my mind still wandered to her last words. Was it me, or was she giving me permission to....well, if she was, it would certainly help me now.
My pants were getting more uncomfortable -- and Anna was showing me the most obvious solution. I could run to the restroom and take care of it, with less chance of getting caught. But to do it here, and now....with this to do it to....
Not making a decision yet, I sat down a few seats away from Anna. I adjusted my pants and put my hand on my bulge, just to test the waters. Anna didn't notice, so I went a step further and put my hand in my own underwear.
Once I grabbed my shaft and looked at Anna at the same time, my hand instinctively started pumping. She was gritting her teeth and moaning softly, yet passionately, and the sights and sounds went right to my cock. I pumped right below my head, then went up to it and let out a groan of my own.
At that, Anna noticed me and what I was doing -- but had no comment. In fact, she looked at me and I thought I could see her hand going faster. That told me all I needed to know.
I became more brazen with my jacking off, though I didn't think to take my cock out. If she wasn't exposing herself, I wouldn't either. It almost didn't make a difference, especially as Anna worked herself harder at the sight of me working myself harder over her. To think that she was doing that over me instead of Ryan Gosling now....it was a helpful ego boost.
Not that Anna's face, heaving chest and the outline of what she was doing under her skirt wasn't helping. She eventually turned her face back to the screen, but the damage was done.
By the time she looked at me again, I couldn't stop even if five ushers were watching. But they wouldn't look as hot watching me as Anna was, especially as she was getting closer by watching me. We locked eyes and shared moans, then I couldn't help but see Anna's hips rising up and down as she fucked herself into oblivion.
When she shuddered and lost it, I felt lucky that it was all still inside her skirt. If I had a....greater visual, I'd probably be gone right now. Instead, I was just on the brink as Anna came down and noticed I still wasn't finished.
Just then, she pulled her hand out and let us both see how wet it was. Then she promptly put the evidence away in her mouth.
