Alina looked around the theater. Good, it was mostly empty, as was typical for a mid-day showing of an older movie. This one had been out for nearly a month already and most people would be watching the new releases. There were still a few people scattered around: a pair of couples on the lowest level of the stadium-like seating, two middle-aged women in the middle, and a man on the far right. The back row was still empty, as she'd hoped. She climbed the stairs to the top back row, taking her steps carefully so as not to dislodge the bullet vibrator inside her. Her short skirt rode up her thighs with every step, and she held it down with both hands while she walked. She chose a seat in the middle of the back row and waited.
She wasn't sure what Ethan had planned for this adventure, but she was excited to find out. Her pussy was already moist and aching. The previews started, but Alina was barely paying attention. This was an action movie, so all the previews were also loud, battle scenes or fast cars. She hoped that the movie itself would be equally loud, the better to cover up any sounds she might make. Whatever the plan was, she was certain it would involve her having an orgasm at some point. Her pelvis squirmed against the cushioned chair at the thought, and she felt her too-short skirt riding up again. Oh well, at least no one could see anything while she was sitting back here.
A man entered the theater, and Alina sat bolt upright when she saw him. Ethan! She hadn't thought he'd be coming himself. He made his way to where she was sitting, where he'd told her to sit, and she squirmed against her seat again, thinking of the vibrator remote he must have in his pocket. Ethan sat next to her without saying a word, his eyes forward on the movie screen. Taking her cue from him, Alina did the same. They sat in silence, watching as the previews finished and the opening credits for the movie began to roll.
The suspense was killing her. When would he turn on the bullet? Was that all that would happen today? No other surprises? With Ethan, you never knew. A hot flush covered her face as she recalled last week, in the bar. The movie theater seemed so much more tame by comparison, and she wondered if he would do something to escalate things. Or perhaps he would just wanted her to cum in public again, and the exact circumstances weren't as important. The characters on screen were having an intense conversation, but Alina had no idea what they were saying. She couldn't focus on anything but her excitement and nervousness. She cast a sidelong glance at Ethan.
"Watch the movie, Alina," Ethan instructed, and she quickly returned her eyes to the screen. Her mind was still racing too much to follow the plot, but her eyes dutifully remained forward.
BBBZZZZTT.
Alina jumped a little as the first vibration hit her. It was gone as quickly as it began, and the tease made her even more excited. Squeezing her legs together, she snuck a glance to her right at Ethan.
"Watch the movie," he said again, and guiltily she returned her gaze to the front of the room.
BBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.
It was longer this time, but still too short. Her pelvis was pressing down into the chair, and her skirt had ridden up to her hips. She made no effort to tug it down. Determinedly, she kept her eyes focused on the movie, although she wanted desperately to stare at Ethan, to watch his hands and know when he was going to press the remote again. In her peripheral vision, all she could tell was that his hands appeared to be tucked under his legs, but in the dark she couldn't be certain of even that. A bomb exploded on screen, as the bullet went off inside of her.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
