Ben walked through the double doors into the small, dimly lit theater and scanned the seats. Both sections – upper and lower, with stairways on each side – were empty. As planned, he'd arrived early enough to ensure he could sit in the back row.
He hadn't expected a problem obtaining the seats he wanted. It was a weekday matinee show of a movie released a month before. And, he'd carefully avoided selecting a movie featuring sparkly vampires.
It would be a small crowd, he thought.
Climbing the steps, he took a seat just to the left of the projection room. He settled in to wait for Gaby – she'd stopped to visit the restroom.
Checking his watch, he saw he had less than 15 minutes until the movie was scheduled to begin.
Movement caught his eye. He glanced to the right as two people entered the theater. They appeared to be a young couple.
Still in high school, Ben thought.
They selected the center seats in the front row of the upper section – close, but not too close.
A few minutes later, a woman entered the theater alone. Her face was partially obscured by the low light, and Ben initially thought her to be a college student. She wore faded blue jeans, an oversized, gray Columbia University sweatshirt, and sneakers. Despite the sweatshirt, he could tell she possessed a petite build – he could make out the graceful lines of her neck, and her thin legs. He guessed her to be 5'3", or so. And, her brunette hair was cut in a cute bob.
She carefully climbed the stairs to Ben's right. As she drew closer, Ben could tell he was not far off in his estimate of her age.
Mid-20s, he now thought.
She sat down in the end seat, two rows ahead. She was within 15 feet of Ben.
"Shit," Ben whispered, to himself, "too close."
Gaby walked in the theater with no more than a minute to spare. He caught sight of her silhouetted in the doorway as she stopped to locate him in the muted light. Her pixie hair cut only made her more identifiable.
She wore a loose-fitting, black and white sundress; accessorized with a choker and leather ankle boots.
As she climbed the stairs, Ben watched Gaby smile at the young lady two rows down. She sat down next to Ben. After situating herself, she leaned over to kiss him.
"I'm glad you made it in time," Ben said.
"Did I miss anything?" she asked.
As if to answer her question, the theater darkened.
"I made them wait until you got here," he said.
"Oh, my hero," she mocked.
A bright stream of light poured from the opening to their right as the previews began.
"She's cute," Gaby whispered.
"Who?" Ben asked, already knowing the answer.
"Her," Gaby said, nodding toward the girl she'd smiled at.
"I couldn't really tell from here," Ben said.
They sat through nearly 10 minutes of previews and commercials before the movie began.
When it did, Gaby put her right foot up on the back of the armrest in front of her. Ben looked over as the fabric of her dress slid up her leg, exposing her inner thigh.
He slipped his right hand onto her left knee. She turned her head to look at him as he began moving his hand up her leg, trailing his fingers over her dark-olive skin.
As his hand reached her inner thigh, she put her left hand on top of his hand and squeezed. He stopped moving, but did not withdraw his hand.
The on screen action ramped up, and Ben began moving his fingers in small, slow circles on the warm flesh of Gaby's leg. He strained to stretch his pinky far enough to brush her clit, but couldn't quite reach.
Gaby pulled his hand from her leg. She lifted the armrest between them, and pushed it up between their seat backs. She spread her legs wide – her right still braced against the armrest ahead of her – and guided Ben's hand back to her inner thigh.
He moved his hand along her thigh, quickly finding the soft fabric of her black, satin panties. She stiffened as he gently trailed his fingers over her clit.
Ben ran his fingers down her lips, and she fought the urge to moan. She tried to control her breathing.
As he ran his fingers upward again, Gaby lifted her ass slightly and used her right hand to pull the panties to the side, then adjusted herself until her ass rested on the edge of the seat.
He let his fingers brush her clit again. A small gasp escaped her lips and she looked around to see if anyone heard her. It appeared no one had.
Ben lifted his hand to Gaby's face. He traced over her lips with two fingers, then pushed them into her mouth. She sucked the digits, and swirled her tongue around them, wetting them with her saliva.
With the added lubrication, he again dropped his hand between her legs. He pushed his wet fingers against her clit.
Gaby slipped her left hand into Ben's lap and squeezed his crotch as he rubbed her. He turned slightly, allowing him to slip the tip of his middle finger inside her, while using the palm of his hand to manipulate her clit.
"Ben...," Gaby whispered.
He responded by adding the tip of his forefinger to her wetness.
She put her right hand on top of his, and they moved together as she wiggled in the seat.
He could hear her breathing now. She clutched at his hand – not trying to stop him, but helping; almost directing him.
Ben's cock hardened quickly. He tried to adjust himself with his left hand, seeking room to grow within the confines of his blue jeans. Gaby let the fingers of her left hand trace along the growing bulge.
"Take it out, Baby," she whispered.
Ben didn't say anything, only began moving his fingers faster, trying to thrust them deeper inside Gaby.
He snuck a look around the theater. The other patrons seemed to be engrossed in the movie.
Good, he thought.
Ben removed his fingers from inside Gaby and turned sideways in his seat. He moved his right hand to the back of Gaby's head and pulled her short hair, tilting her head back. He nuzzled her neck, kissing and biting one of her most sensitive spots.
He slipped his left hand between her legs, and found her slick lips with his fingers. He rolled his fingers around a few times, getting them wet with her juices.
Gaby moaned, louder this time.
Ben didn't bother to look around to see if anyone had heard. He pushed two fingers inside her, going to the second knuckle before stopping. He pulled back until only his fingertips remained inside Gaby. Then, he plunged them back into her, going to the last knuckle.
Gaby grabbed the back of his head with her right hand and pulled his hair, guiding his face to hers. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue against his.
She moaned into his mouth as he fucked her hard and fast with his fingers. Her body quivered under his touch. He knew she wouldn't last much longer.
He broke their kiss and looked at her face. She tried to pull him back to her, but he resisted.
Grabbing his shoulder with her left hand, she moved her right to her chest. Ben watched as she pinched her left nipple, hard. Her mouth fell open at the sensation of pleasure and pain.
Ben felt her body stiffen. He rammed his fingers into her as her orgasm crashed over her.
Gaby's knees came up involuntarily, almost pushing away Ben's hand, but he managed to keep his fingers in place as she came. Her body convulsed in the seat as her nails dug into Ben's shoulder.
"Yes, cum for me," he whispered, leaning in close to her.
She didn't respond as her body shook against his.
Ben fought to wiggle his fingers as her pussy squeezed him tightly.
Gaby moved her right hand to his.
"Don't stop," she mouthed silently, as she gasped for breath.
Ben had no intentions of doing so. He continued to shift his fingers inside her. Moving his mouth back to her neck, he trailed his tongue along her damp skin.
Gaby writhed in her seat. Her body suddenly stiffened as if every nerve had fired at the same instant. She held her breath for a long moment, then shuddered violently as a second orgasm rocked her from head to toe, before the first had died away.
Ben released Gaby's hair and slipped his right arm around her shoulders. He held her to him as she came.
It took several minutes for her to recover.
When her breathing returned to normal, Ben removed his lips from Gaby's neck and glanced around the theater. The girl two rows ahead was looking at him. Though he was sure she couldn't see them very well, he smiled at her, then leaned over to kiss Gaby.
Gaby returned his kiss for a few moments, then pushed him away. He leaned back in his seat, and she clawed at the front of his pants.
While tugging at his belt, Ben scooted his ass forward until it rested on the edge of the seat. He quickly opened his jeans. Lifting himself a few inches, he pushed his pants and boxer-briefs to his knees.
He tried to look at the girl two rows down, but Gaby unknowingly blocked his view as she got on her knees on her seat. She leaned over, dropping her face into his lap as her ass went up in the air.
She trailed her tongue up and down the shaft of Ben's rigid cock. Using his right hand, Ben reached down Gaby's body and pulled her sundress up to her waist. He slid his hand over her skin and, finding the fabric of her panties, pulled them to the side, again exposing her sex to the cool air of the theater.
Gaby took the head of his cock in her mouth.
"Yesss," Ben moaned.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations caused by her warm mouth. Stretching his arm further, he tried to run his fingers over her wet lips.
His eyes opened wide and he gasped as Gaby took the entire length of him into her throat. Something at the very edge of his field of vision caught his attention. He turned his head to the right – leaning slightly to look past Gaby's body. The girl who had been sitting two rows ahead of them was now sitting at the end of their row. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on Gaby's ass.
Ben froze. He couldn't be sure how much the girl could see. Surely, the light reflecting from the movie screen illuminated them to some degree.
But, the intense beam from the projection room, which cut between them, probably ruined her ability to see them, Ben thought.
At least he hoped it did.
The girl continued looking in their direction.
Gaby's mouth flooded his brain with pleasure as Ben fought to think coherently.
Either she can't see us, she doesn't care, or she likes the show, Ben thought. Whatever the reason, she hasn't run off to tell the theater staff.
He slipped two fingers inside Gaby as she again deep throated him.
She moaned around his cock, and rocked her hips back toward his hand. Taking her signal, he thrust his fingers deeper, and with more force, into her.
She let his cock slip from her lips.
"That's it, Baby," she whispered, hoarsely, "give them to me."
She moved her right hand to his shaft and stroked him as she turned her head to look into his eyes.
"I can't wait any more," she whispered. "Put it on."
She straightened her body – forcing his fingers from her – and rested on her knees beside him.
