The day in Paris has been magical, the fall weather is sunny and beautiful, our time together like a perfect, stolen moment. We don't notice anything but each other.
We've always been close, comfortable and easy with each other, but today is different. There's an unspoken electric charge between us, and we float through the City of Light holding hands, wanting nothing but this time together.
After walking through the Opera district we spot a small movie theater and wordlessly, you guide us inside. You buy us tickets for the next showing hardly noticing what it is. It's the middle of the day, and there are only a handful of other people in the theater. We choose our seats at the back, and the lights begin to dim. We have the back-row to ourselves, but there are people only a few rows away to the left and right who had turned to notice us as we came in. We sit down and you raise the armrest between us and pull me into your side.
We've been touching each other all day, our hands entwined, but now with your arm draped over my shoulder possessively, my heart begins to speed up at the contact. I've fantasized about you since the day we met, touching myself alone in my room as I imagined being held like this by you. And now, our bodies pressed together in the dimming light of the theater, I feel your hand begin to curl around my shoulder and slowly, almost hesitantly, slide underneath my tanktop. My hands are in my lap, and I clench them in my skirt as my body tenses at your exploring hand. I press my thigh against yours, urging you to continue. I glance around the theater, as the trailers begin but no one looks our way. My heart starts pounding as your hand slips underneath my bra and cups my breast. You let out a low sigh as you squeeze my breast in appreciation and then roll my nipple between your fingers. I gasp at the sensation then quickly dart my eyes around, but no one looks our way.
At my reaction you pull your hand back and turn to me, grabbing the back of my head you kiss me fiercely, for the first time. The feel of your lips against mine takes my breath away and my head swims. Pulling me towards you, my chest presses against you, your hands begin exploring my body impatiently. You pull me halfway into your lap, my right leg hooking over yours as your hand grabs my ass and presses me into your thigh. I forget myself and moan as you devour my mouth, overwhelmed to finally be tasting you. We both freeze, as a lull between trailers drops the theater into silence and a person two rows ahead and to our left turns in our direction, an annoyed expression on their face.
I move back into my seat as quietly as possible, but you place your hand high up on my thigh, pushing under my skirt. As I settle back down I place my hand on your thigh and move slowly upwards at the same pace as your hand. Your fingers find the edge of my panties and I begin to shake in anticipation. We both keep our eyes forward but you slouch down slightly and unbutton your fly. My fingers shake as my hand moves to unzip your pants but you slide one finger under my panties and immediately slip between my soaking wet folds to enter me. You moan as quietly as you can and I throw my head back and bite my lip to keep quiet, forgetting everything but the feel of you penetrating me. I spread my legs and you grab the back of my head and begin kissing my neck as you press a second finger inside my aching center. I grip your hardness through your pants and squeeze.
