It had been unseasonably hot all week. Everyone was miserable with the humidity. Now Bob's AC was on the fritz. Thank heavens the neighborhood theater was hosting a foreign film festival. It cost $15.00 to get in, but Bob could stay cool for the next 48 hours if he wanted. So what if he didn't understand the language and the subtitles made no sense. It was cool and aside form the occasional usher that made him put his feet down, he was sleeping much better in the cramped seats than he was at home.
The seats were actually much bigger than at most theaters. This one was old, built in the mid 1920s, it was billed as the "Show Place of the South". Bob had chosen a balcony seat. Most people wouldn't make the climb up three flights of stairs, so he was alone for the most part. There had never been more than four other people up there in the last five hours. The greatest thing about the balcony was the sweetheart seats. One of the armrests would lift up and you had one big seat instead of two smaller ones. His 6' frame fit better when he could stretch out some. Bob didn't consider himself to be handsome, but he could hold his on in a group of average guys. His height and broad shoulders made him noticeable in a crowd. For the rest he depended on his personality.
A light at the back of the theater attracted Bob's attention. Someone was leaving. "They obviously have AC at home." He smirked. Almost immediately the door opened again. Someone was standing at the door looking in. Surely it wasn't the usher again. They had been through only 30 minutes ago and he didn't want to sit up again yet. Finally the door closed and the light was gone. Bob could make out the shape of the person. It didn't look like the usher. As the person moved down the far aisle, they were obviously looking from side to side like an usher, but they didn't have a flashlight.
Bob watched as the person made their way to the first row and turned around. He couldn't believe his eyes. It wasn't the usher; it was a woman with the longest hair he had ever seen. It must have been down past her hips. She was scanning the seats, as if she were looking for someone. Bob sat up to see who the lucky guy was. When she looked at him she stopped momentarily. He knew he didn't know her, but he wished he did.
The woman turned and walked in front of the first row of seats over to the aisle that went up the side where Bob was sitting. He was sitting in the fifth row on the left side. When the woman reached the end of the first row she paused, then turned to look at the screen. Placing her hands on the railing she leaned over, shook her head slightly making her hair fall to either side of her back. Without her hair blocking the view Bob could see her ass. Her skirt slid up enough to show the curve of her buttocks. Slowly she raised back up.
"What the?" Bob sat up a bit more and squinted his eyes. She was showing her ass off, he thought. Her skirt was certainly short enough to do the trick without any help.
The woman turned and looked in Bob's direction again. She was close enough now that Bob could see how she was dressed. A white skirt that looked to have splits over each thigh, barely long enough to cover the fact that she was a woman. A white long sleeve Bolero jacket that stopped just a few inches below her breasts. He couldn't make out the blouse she was wearing. By this time she had started to slowly walk up the steps. She paused to look down one row or another. Now she was almost even with him.
"Just my luck." Bob thought. She had stopped at the row in front of his and was moving towards him... but not to him. Bob felt silly then. He didn't know her, why would she want to sit with him. She was probably one of those people that were particular about where they sat in a theater.
As the woman passed in front of Bob she paused and smiled. Bob could clearly see now that she had on a red corset. It pulled her waist so tight, he was surprised that she could breathe. It came down on top of the skirt and formed an arrow almost, pointing to her barely covered pussy. Bob couldn't help but smile, "Bet she shaves." Looking up to her eyes, Bob's nearly bugged out, he never made it to her eyes. The corset barely held her breasts, which must have been D cups. Her nipples were almost peeking out over the top. No wonder she was wearing a jacket, she would have been arrested otherwise. She cleared her throat and he managed to look up to her face. He could only see her in shadows, but she definitely looked gorgeous in shadows.
Bob was glad it was dark, the bulge in his pants would have made any conversation difficult in a lighted room. She didn't say anything, but chose the seat in front of his and sat down. Bob sat back and considered his options. He could say hello and ask her to go for a drink after the movie or he could go home and jerk off. Not much to choose from, he was going to have to depend on his personality. He decided to wait and see what happened. With his luck her boyfriend would be in any moment.
