Hannah walked into the darkened theatre. She had the afternoon off from work. No husband, no kid, no work. A perfect time to relax doing her favorite thing, she thought. She'd chosen the chick-flick of the week. Usually entertaining and not at all stressful on the mind, Hannah found serenity in the darkness of the theatre and comfort in the simplistic but emotionally rewarding plots of these kinds of movies. She turned the corner around the barrier wall and found no one in the theatre.
"Even better," she thought.
Walking up several stairs she found herself about three quarters of the way up the theatre and walked to the middle of a row. She sits and gets comfortable. The moments pass and she grows bored. No movie to watch yet, canned easy listening music floating through the air, and still not a soul in sight. Hannah checks her watch and realizes the movie should start soon. As if on cue, the lights dim and the previews begin.
The movie does not disappoint. Half way through the plot has been set up well and the protagonist has fallen in love. In a particular steamy scene the character kisses a man outside her apartment. Their hands begin to wander. Passionately, they continued their embrace and exploration. Hannah squirmed in her seat as she took in the scene. She imagined being the girl beginning a new romance. She got butterflies again and squirmed again. She felt a warmth growing between her legs, likely just as the woman in the movie was feeling. She watched as the woman nervously fumbled with her keys as the man kissed her neck from behind. Hannah imagined feeling his warm breath and soft lips on the nape of her neck. She imagined him kissing down her neck and across her exposed shoulder. She dragged her finger gently across her collar bone pretending it was the man's lips. She dipped her hand into her shirt, passed her bra, and found her erect nipple. She tweaked it with her nail. The audible moan that escaped her mouth startled her.
"What the hell am I doing?!?!" she thought.
Her eyes darted around but found no one else in the darkness. She sighed partly in relief and disgust. "You can't do that in here. Someone could come in!" she scolded herself.
Quickly she composed herself and focused on the movie. The scene had shifted to the woman's bedroom and was intensely more arousing. Her arching back shone in a shadow and her rhythmic rocking resulted in moans from both her and the man. Almost impulsively Hannah began rubbing her exposed legs. She gently brushed her thighs with her finger tips around the hem of her skirt. Over and over again she brushed against the inside of her legs with her warm fingertips. Her breathing quickened as she felt herself moisten. Warm and wet now, she felt an ache inside: an ache that would only yield to a climax. Realizing she'd gone too far to stop now, Hannah reached under her skirt and grasped her panties and pulled them to floor. Removing one foot at a time, she pulled them away and placed them in her purse. Her heart racing, she looked around and still found no one in the darkened theatre.
Somewhat assured of her privacy, Hannah returned to rubbing her legs. This time she moved up and down the inside of each leg. Slightly parting her legs she reached up towards her now throbbing pussy. She could feel the heat radiating as her index finger approached. She poked passed her lips and found her wanting and very wet opening. She dipped her finger inside and twirled it against all sides of her walls. She threw her head back and gasped at the wonderful feeling. Spinning her finger inside she found enough moisture to spread around. She pulled her finger out and ran it up and down the length of her pussy. Stopping at the clitoris, she found it erect and throbbing. Rubbing the moisture she'd found earlier into her clit, Hannah opened her eyes and looked around.
"I just might get away with this!" she thought. "This is hot!"
She continued rubbing in a circular motion placing more and more pressure on her clit. Rubbing faster, her breathing quickened. Gently moaning she kept one eye on the sex on the screen and occasionally looked towards the stairs just in case. She felt the pressure build behind her clit and move through her body. She moved two fingers into her now saturated pussy and being moving them in and out while her thumb brushed against her clit with each stroke. Only a few strokes in, she drew in a deep breath and moaned as her orgasm began.
She felt her contractions clench at her thrusting fingers. In and out they came stressing against her pussy's best efforts to grasp them. She moaned in unison with her contractions as her brain flashed white hot. She closed her eyes and took it all in: her fingers deep inside herself, her shallow and labored breaths, and the light headedness. Opening her eyes, she looked around and still saw no one. Hannah sighed in relief and crossed her legs and continued watching the movie.
Later that evening Hannah smiled as she recalled the afternoon's events.
"What are you smiling at?" her husband Jimmy asked.
"I went to a movie this afternoon. It was, uh, pretty good," she replied.
"Didn't you go see that stupid chick flick?"
"Yeah, but there was a particularly hot scene."
"So," he retorted.
"Well, it made me hot and I kinda touched myself," Hannah replied as she looked away sheepishly.
"You did what?" Jimmy asked surprised as he'd ever been.
"It just kind of happened. No one was there and the scene was hot, and I got hot, and it just happened," she replied embarrassed.
"Did you like it? Doing that in public?" Jimmy asked.
"I actually kind of did. The chance of being caught made it even hotter than it normally would have been. I guess I'm an exhibitionist of sorts."
"Well can I go with you next time? I'd like to get in on that."
"Sure," Hannah replied passing her husband a telling smile.
