A loud cry of sexual excitement woke her up with a jerk. On screen, the football player had mounted the little brunette. He was thrusting into her tiny little twat with his massive prong and she looked like she was loving it. Suddenly Charlene wished she were on screen, getting porked with the brunette.
Awake now, Charlene raised her head and looked around. Oh, oh. There were the two guys she had hid from, standing in the back of the movie theater, watching the film. She ducked down but one of them spotted her. Looking between the chairs, she saw one whispering to the other. Her heart started pounding, but it was not strictly our of fear. Could I be horny again, after all I've been through today, she asked herself. Yes, she answered herself back. Of course you are aroused. You've been exhibiting yourself all day and in and out of more sexual situations than most people get in a month. Of course you want more.
But this is not how she wanted it. These guys were men looked like kids. She thought back to Enrique – here was a kid (nearly) who looked like a man. Anyway they were small, not like those big hulking juvenile delinquents she saw this morning. She had been an athlete in high school (volleyball). She could handle a couple of punks. From slunk down in her chair she had a limited view but she could see movement on both side. She could see that they were coming down the aisles, one on each side.
Who was she kidding? A medium-to-small-sized nearly naked girl who could barely walk for being fucked would fight off two grown guys? Time for reassessment. OK, now. They wouldn't use force her, not with witnesses around. She'd scream. She'd fight them off until help came.
Who was she kidding (again)? Who would come running if they heard a woman scream in a porno theater? Maybe a really stupid person who had never seen one before. That would do her a lot of good. A drunk and a compulsive masturbator would make really great eye witnesses. The cops would really be impressed with the way she was dressed. Her profession – write "exotic dancer" please, not stripper – would really impress the judge.
It was too late to make a run for it – she had thought too much. She tried to play possum. She pretended to be watching the movie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guy in the red shirt slowly moving in from the right one row behind her. The guy from the box office was acting nonchalant, strolling down the left aisle, and took sat down in her row a few seats away. He acted like he had been watching the movie all along – the brunette on screen was really getting a work over, now she was getting it doggie-style and the guy was squeezing both her tits – but he quickly glanced her way every so often. The guy on screen was pulling out of the brunette and she turned around to take his jism on her face. Actually, Charlene, thought, it wasn't a bad movie.
She considered her options, which were limited. She had no idea if these guys were dangerous or just horny and persistent. Were they capable of hurting her? Would they pull a knife or hit her? She had no idea. Even more confusing, her fantasy during the movie and her escapade this afternoon had made her really horny. If there was a way to get through this and get off, so much the better.
At times like these, it's better to go with your instincts. Her instincts told her that if they weren't natural lovers, she could at least turn them into toys. So she did the unexpected.
In plain sight of the guy on the left (who she was ignoring), she pulled up her dress and started fingering herself. She showed all her fine, silky pubic hair. She inserted two fingers in her slit. She diddled with her clit. It felt really good. For the benefit of the guy behind her, who was standing just to the right and looking over her shoulder onto her chest, she put her other hand in her top and started pinching her nipple. They stopped pretending and stared, slack-jawed, at her lewd display.
The guy on the left moved a few seats in to get a better look. His pants were tight and she could see that his cock was jumping. The guy behind her moved closer. He was just a few feet away now.
She wasn't just putting on a show for them – she was stimulating herself. Her clit was so sensitive now. She just barely touched it with the pad of her finger and it quivered.
The guy on her left moved again, this time to the seat next to her. She turned her head and looked right in his eyes for a long time, never taking her hand off her pussy. Then she turned back to the screen. A tall black-haired girl with a pretty face was getting her pussy thoroughly eaten out by a blonde guy. Charlene thought it looked scrumptious herself. She wouldn't mind tonguing that pussy herself. She wished the blonde guy was eating her out. His tongue ....
