They had arrived at an opportune moment – no one was at the box office and the lobby appeared to be empty. “Two for theater two please,” her husband said to the cashier, who took their $13 dollars and handed over the two small green stubs that were their tickets to this adventure. She was getting nervous now, though they had done this before; she always got nervous – and excited. Their luck held as they strolled arm in arm through the empty lobby. The absence of an entourage, she hoped, would heighten the excitement at her appearance. He opened the door to the darkened theater and she slipped inside – in some ways this was the most nerve racking part, getting settled.
She stood under the dim exit light, letting it bathe her body in what would appear to the men inside to be a spotlight. She wore a simple black dress, mid-thigh, and black high heel shoes. She knew that the light from above was flashing off the silver buttons, which ran up the full length of the dress, and that her legs, encased in white, thigh-high stockings, were glowing. This was the moment – the rustling sounds and the movement of turning heads meant that her presence had been detected and she could feel the energy radiating out from her to the deepest recesses of the dark theater. On the screen an attractive blonde had a long and thick cock deep in her throat and the music was swelling. She felt her nipples harden and her labia begin to swell as He took her arm and they began the parade to the second row.
She loved this part. As they made their way down the aisle, the frenzy of energy and movement intensified as men bounded from their seats to fall instep behind them. Other men rushed ahead hoping to capture the prize of the seats immediately in front of her. As they neared the second row and turned into it, the commotion enveloped them as men filed into the rows in front and back and spread out across the aisle. One industrious fellow even squeezed around the end of the row to take a seat three places away on the same row. Although they didn’t know it, the second row was a perfect location for them to sit because the chair two places over was missing its seat, guaranteeing that no one would sit within two seats of her without an invitation.
As they took their seats, the commotion began to die down. The men, out of respect, turned their attention to the screen to allow her to get acclimated and proceed at her own pace. She began to watch the movie intently, as if she were watching a first run film, trying to get her excitement under control. As the men turned back to the screen temporarily, she began to survey the crowd. In front to her left set a well-groomed gentleman in a shirt and tie. He had spoken with them as they had walked in and seemed nice. He had agreed to keep an eye out for Jerry – the evil theater manager who would certainly diminish the fun, if not spoil it entirely. In front to her right was a clean cut man in a white polo shirt, and the guy at the end of the row was also clean cut, wearing a tie and glasses. She couldn’t see well behind her – though she was pretty sure one guy was wearing a suit, but she did see that those across the aisle seemed less presentable somehow – they must have been the regulars. She was pleased with the seating arrangements.
After a few minutes, she began to try to catch their eyes. Mostly, they sheepishly looked away. Their reticence was empowering – she knew that she was the one in control. She casually leaned forward to unclasp her bra and pulled it off through the short sleeves of her dress, reveling in the spike in energy that simple act caused. She leaned back in her chair and let her legs fall open wide as her gaze returned to the screen.
The movie was in one of those interminable periods of dialogue inserted to ensure that it had “artistic value” for the benefit of the censors. To bide time, she let her hands roam a bit, moving gradually upward to the top button on her dress, which she slowly undid. Letting her hands move slowly downward, she undid each button down to her waist. She shifted slightly in her seat to hike her skirt up over her hips in back, exposing the bright white tops of her stockings, but still covering her panties. She leaned back again, and slowly almost imperceptibly pulled her dress aside to expose her breasts with their rock hard nipples. The slight sound she heard told her that the eyes of the men around her were now focused on her breasts, heaving gently with her more rapid breathing and glimmering in the bluish light thrown off by the movie.
Propitiously, at that moment a new sex scene was unfolding on the screen before her. She allowed her gaze to drift upward, watching the actress stroke two large cocks as her hand found its way to her crotch. She began to rub her pussy through her now-moist panties. She knew that the darkness of the theater made it difficult to see exactly what her hand was doing, but also knew that their minds were filling in the blanks as their eyes, guided by her glowing white stockings, took in the scene. She began to hear zippers around her and knew that the men were taking their cocks out to stroke slowly while watching her.
After a few minutes of teasing herself, she stood suddenly, then pulled her panties down slowly, seductively. Resuming her seat, the carefully pulled her high-heel clad feet from the panties, then, brazenly, offered the crotch to the two men in front of her, allowing them to sniff its damp, sweet aroma. She handed her panties to Him and then relaxed back into her seat, letting her fingers play in the darkness of her thighs. She could hear the soft sighs and rhythmic motions associated with ten or more men stroking their cocks around her as her fingers worked more urgently into her wet, naked pussy. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear that were beginning to drive her mad. The action on the screen was suddenly over, but her release was building, growing inside her as her back began to arch, lifting her hips from the seat as her moans escaped her lips and her hips began to undulate. He leaned over and whispered that she should be quieter and she realized that her moans were louder than the movie soundtrack, but she couldn’t stop. The tension of trying to restrain her moans as passion racked her body was too much, and she cascaded over the edge into her first glorious orgasm of the day.
She sat still for a moment with her fingers buried inside her pussy, letting the tension slowly drain from her body – her eyes closed tightly. A whispered “thank you” from her right brought her back to reality and she leaned forward in her seat, opening her eyes and giving a smoldering look of satisfaction to the gentlemen to her right, who at first looked away embarrassed, but then turned to meet her erotic gaze – he was in her power. She then took an opportunity to more brazenly survey the men around her, meeting their gazes with a white hot intensity, then glancing behind her to see what she had wrought. Here and there she saw stiff cocks buried in balled fists and was again excited by her power over these men. Some were even standing in their seats across the aisle to get a better view of her body.
