I don't really want to see this movie, but I know you do, and because you're excited and asked me with that smile you know I can't say no to, we're sitting here in the back row, teasing each other and waiting for it to start. The theater is relatively empty, though there are a few people scattered here and there.
The room darkens, and I feel something fall down the front of my top - you're throwing sweet-tarts at me already. Dork. I dig it out and shove it down the front of your pants and laugh. You tell me it's okay, because I'm just going to have to find it later. I rest my hand on your crotch, rubbing softly every once in awhile, and I feel you get slightly hard. Something about that always makes me wet because I love to know you're turned on and I shift a little in my seat. The movie's starting and you put your arm around me - thank god for movie theaters with flip-up arm rests - I cuddle closer to you.
I can feel your fingers resting lightly on my breast and I can't concentrate on anything but that. I'm trying to distract you a little, but you're watching the movie, so I figure I'll just amuse myself. I turn slightly, spread my legs and slide my hand down, gasping slightly when I find my clit, and start rubbing little circles. I'm breathing a little faster, but you still don't notice - or at least you're pretending you don't. Something about being in public masturbating next to you is really hot, turning me on more than usual, and I'm getting close to orgasm much faster than I normally do. I know you're paying attention now because your fingers reach over and pinch my nipple, then you're rubbing it with your thumb and that was the help I needed. I'm trying to be quiet as I come, but tiny little moans escape and you put your hand over my mouth.