The lights are off and the film begins, but my mind isn't on the action taking place upon the screen. I glance over at your profile, silhouetted by the flickering light coming from the projectionists room above.
I lean in against you and begin running my nails lightly over the back of your hand. I sit up and brush my lips softly across your neck and then move up to meet your mouth as your head turns towards me.
Our tongues dart together as I begin to run my nails along your denim covered thigh. The heat and moistness of our mouths mesh together passionately as our ardor is roused. I dig my nails in slightly as I reach your inner thigh and begin tracing the outline where body meets leg.
I lower my fingers and lightly press against the growing bulge in your crotch, kissing you harder. I begin to trace the outline of your cock through the thin material and feel you hot and hard against my hand.
I feel your hand on my bare thigh, pushing up the skirt that I'm wearing so you can feel the soft skin beneath. I turn to check that no one else is able to witness what I'm doing and then slowly unzip you, masking the sound by coughing.