Inspired by need_to_be_bad
My second assignment in my transition from "Good Girl" to "Naughty Girl" was given to me when I was going to miss a private lesson to take my kids to the movies. I was told to wear a dress or a skirt with no panties underneath. While I waited for the movie to start, I was to watch the men that came in and find one that I thought was attractive. I was supposed to fantasize about him. My goal was to achieve or get as close as possible to and orgasm without touching myself and without anyone around me knowing what I was doing.
My preparations for this assignment began early in the day. I spent almost an hour looking over my wardrobe to find just the right outfit. I wanted to look and feel sexy. Having ruled out most of my clothes, I finally settled on a navy blue skirt that was slightly snug fitting. It fell a couple of inches above me knees when I stand and about mid-thigh when I sit down. I picked a white, semi-see through blouse, white thigh high stockings and a pair of high heels. I took a long, hot, lavender scented bath. I did my hair my make-up, dressed, and headed to the theater with the kids.
When we got to the theater, we found that there was a mix up in the tickets we had bought on the internet and our movie didn't start for an hour. That was not really enough time to go do anything else, so instead we sat down on a bench outside to wait. As I sat down, my skirt slid up just a little exposing a little skin between my skirt and my stockings. The cement bench was very cold against my skin bring to my attention, the heat building in me at the thought of sitting there with no panties on and the risk that someone would see. I started watching people, looking for the guy I was supposed to find to fantasize about. All I was seeing were young kids and really old men. I was starting to think I was not going to see the right guy. I had not seen a single guy that I found attractive before it was time to go in for the movie.
On the way in, I stopped at the bathroom. As I sat down to go, I could smell the musky sweet scent of myself in the air and it really turned me on. I couldn't help but wonder if anyone else could smell it too. I had noticed a few heads turn my way and could not be certain if it was the outfit I was wearing, the way I was carrying myself today, the scent of my excitement or just coincidence. Whatever the cause of the heads turning my way was, I was really enjoying it.
We made our way in and found some seats as close to the middle of the theater as possible so that I would have a good view of people around me. I was still watching for that one guy. I was also running through my head, guys I know that I could fantasize about just in case no one came in, thinking that might work for my assignment, when finally he walked in. He was late 40's to mid 50's, around 6' and kind of husky. He had graying hair and was quite tan. He had on shorts and a t-shirt. I watched as he came in and sat down about 4 seats from me.