She entered the sex theater. It was like stepping into a giant whore's vulva. The smell of stale semen, the humidity, dark, wanton, lewd. The screen full of the lurid, pink wetness of the actress' wide open femininity. She walked down the aisle, heard material rustle and the deep breathing of arousal rising from the rows of seats as she passed.
Her feet ached in the stilleto heels he'd told her to wear. She remembered he'd smiled and ran his finger around the tip of the heel as if it were her clit. How she needed that touch now! Her coat was too warm but she hesitated to open it before she'd found her seat. The seat he'd told her to sit in. Instead she suffered in the heat, salty perspiration building along her top lip.
She paused at the 4th row from the front. The slope of the floor now upwards. The light was much brighter now and there were no other patrons seated this close to the screen, they preferred the private darkness found near the back. Even though the flickering of the images would leave her exposed to others she found comfort in the fact that at least these seats had not been touched by the thick spill of furtive seed. She heard the muffled keening of a lonely orgasm behind her.
Trembling, she moved into the row on her right. Third from the end he'd said. She flipped the cushioned seat bottom down and looked. There it was like he'd promised. It was in a padded envelope, even so, the nature of its contents were obvious. It was long and bulky. She smiled as she thought of it's ultimate purpose.
She sat next to it and loosened the tightly tied belt of her long, black, leather coat. It fell open around her, letting in the wet air of the place. Her silken skin shimmered in the blue light of celluloid reflection. She was nude but for the stockings she'd worn to create the illusion of respectability in the outside world, outside of this place. She smiled at what she was about to do, this deviation outside of normalcy a strange adventure she'd never thought to be taking.
His suggestion that they play this game of show and tell had caused a twisting in her guts when she first heard it. As he fucked her with slow, sure strokes he whispered how she would be so loved by many if she'd only show them who she was. He told her she shouldn't be afraid to share her sensuous beauty, his lips locking onto her erect nipple.
Her fingers strayed to her breasts now. She stroked outwards from the areola of each sweet nipple, to the tips. Her nails lightly scraping across the tender ends. She rose to her feet again deciding to remove the coat completely. Her need generating a heat that made clothing unneccessary.
Draping the fabric of her garment over the seat she made certain that anyone watching her could see that she was nude. As she turned she lifted her hands to her chest and pinched her already hard crests. Her exclamation timed to draw as much attention from the screen as she could get. She took her seat again and lifted her package.
She opened the envelope.
With shaking hands she drew out a tube, she removed the cap and squeezed a generous dollop onto her fingers. A faint smell of spice mingled with the funky odours pervasive in the place. They'd used this stuff before. She loved the heat as she waited for him to tend her. Her blood rushing to flood her tissues, swelling them. Ennervating each cell of her freshly waxed sex.
Her fingers reached down to spread the warm lotion over her pussy, her smooth skin tingling on contact. She closed her eyes as she cupped her palm over her mons, her fingers flexing, moving along the secret shaft of her clitoris. She was already wet and her natural moisture reacted with the small amount of cinnamon in the lube. The blood flow to her vulva amplifying her response, heating her, exponentially growing. The more aroused she became, the wetter she got, the more she flamed. Her needful whimpers a cry to the watchers she found she needed.
