The curvy red-haired girl had been going through a promiscuous phase lately, and would hook up now and then with men through an adult dating site - the sort where everyone was looking for casual fun and no strings. It didn't risk her heart and helped pass the time. She still longed for true love and all that fairy-tale stuff, but her prince was late and she was damned if she'd live like a nun in the meantime. She was to learn more about her submissive personality years later, but at this time the slutty girl was simply passive and craved male attention.
The sailor had approached her online, and she was flattered because she thought he was out of her league; he was so incredibly handsome and a fair bit younger than her. So they met and drove to the movies, some forgettable action movie with Nick Cage and a ridiculous plot.
The movie's plot didn't matter because the moment the lights went down, they began to make out. The girl couldn't believe how bold the sailor was, but they kissed hotly and his hands roamed everywhere.
Within minutes the adrenaline of being in a public place, and the possibility of being caught, got mixed up with the hormonal rush of the sexual contact. The girl could feel her heart begin to race, and her face flush and redden. Blood was rushing to other parts too, parts the sailor was doing his level best to gain access to.
The light from the screen flickered and faded in and out. They hardly noticed. The girl supposed that the other three or four people in the cinema on a mid-week afternoon may have actually been watching the film, but she didn't care. At least, she thought, the noise of their heavy breathing was masked by the Dolby surround sound.
The sailor's hand had wormed beneath the girl's skirt and lifted her panties so he could stroke the soft, warm centre of her sex. He was good at it. He slipped two fingers inside her tight hole, and felt her wetness almost immediately. The girl was excited, and too carried away to care much for the others, but a sudden movement caught her eye. With difficulty she disengaged from the sailor and whispered "Someone's coming!" She tried in vain to slow down her breathing.
It was the usher, a young, gangly teenager who walked up the stairs and stopped a few rows below them, but across the aisle, and glanced sideways. The girl was resentful about the intrusion and was determined not to let the sailor give the usher a free show. In her immensely wicked imagination, the three of them got naked in the back row and the two virile males shared her, and she came loudly with a cock in her cunt and one in her mouth... but she would never dare to go that far in real life. That was the difference between fantasy and reality.
