Movie Buff
My husband wants to see an adult movie about witchcraft in a theater. I decide to dress in an appropriately risqué way to tease and surprise him. Choosing a short, wrap around tan skirt, loose halter top (with the only permanent knot behind my neck, and twisted tails that wrap to my front for a loose second knot). He wants to check if I'm wearing panties, but I won't let him. "Maybe you can check later -- in the movie," I tease Al.
The theater is not crowded -- normal for an adult film. We take seats about ten rows from the front, on the aisle. Al leaves for the toilet and snacks during trailers. I sit up, look around, nervous to be the only woman within thirty rows. Too much time passes.
There must be a long line for snacks.
A cold hand presses on my shoulders; there's no one near. A warm breath blows softly in my ear; still, no one near. Something rolls under my ass, so I stand up. "Hey, down in front," someone shouts. My seat is smooth.
The four closest men are three rows behind me and five more are three rows forward. I sit. A cold breeze blows into my halter.
Must be the a/c.
My goose bumps make my nipples stand hard and tall.
Good thing it's dark and no one can see how hard they are pressing my halter. Mmm, they itch a little. No one can see if I rub them. Oops, my halter loosened. Glad it's mostly dark.
I'm feeling daring, and I let the lower knot slip. As I rub my nipple, my top swings loose and my tits are out and occasionally lit by the big screen reflections. Chilly, stiff, yet goose bumps feel good; wait till Al comes back and sees my loose tits. Maybe I can make him cum in his slacks. Pinching my nipple hard makes my clit vibrate.
Closing my eyes, I feel my other nipple pinched too.
Mmm, feels so naughty and good.
A warm hand slides down my chest; my halter floats and lifts off me as another warm and prickly hand lifts and squeezes one tit. A chilly hand circles my other tit. My mind is fuzzy, yet I see my halter fly three rows forward.
Icy tingles crawl up my legs, past my knees, under my wrap skirt. My knees move apart without my permission. Something cold presses my mound; I gasp as I watch my skirt slide open, and my panties appear. No one is near. When I look up at the trailer, the quiet scene is of a dark movie theater. There's a woman sitting and rubbing her nipple as her halter top lifts up and flies away. The camera zooms in. She has my face, my tits. Four men move closer from behind her as three move back from in front. Her tan skirt splits open and I can see her blue panties,
