My name is Ann. I met a young attorney on the Internet. We met because of a mutual interest in masturbation - especially in public or semi-public places. His name is John. John took me to an adult theater. He had been there a number of times before and his descriptions on men jacking off in public as they watched the movies were an incredible turn on for me. We had spent many of our mutual masturbation sessions on the phone talking about the goings on in such places. We went to theater on a Thursday night about 9:00 pm. At John’s request, I wore a skirt (not too short) and a crop top sweater. Of course, I left my panties and bra at home. John wore slacks and a sweater. He also brought along a tube of his favorite lubricant.
In the car on the way to the theater I arranged my self so John could look up my skirt - not too obvious, just a peek.
“I’ve been to this theater many times,” he said, “and I know that at some point tonight you will have the opportunity to watch a stranger masturbate his cock and I want you to really enjoy yourself - let yourself go - free yourself form any inhibitions and go with it.”
John’s invitation had two immediate effects on me: I let out a small moan; and my legs spread involuntarily. It wasn’t long before my pussy lips became inflamed and moist. I said, “You know I would love that. I can just imagine a group of men all jacking off and not caring who watches.” In my mind I could imagine the sounds of men fisting their well lubricated cocks and others groaning upon the release of their cum. Those two sounds are almost as powerful a turn on to me as the sight of a man jacking off.
I lowered my hand to my lap, pulled up my skirt and began to rub my twat as John watched and smiled. I could have easily cum right there in the car but I wanted to prolong the pleasure so I just rubbed my finger between the lips of my wet slit.
The theater was just like those in the Internet stories - old and kinda seedy. We made our way down the isle with John in the lead and me following. As we passed one man seated on the isle seat, I looked down into his lap and all the stories John had told me about the place came into sharp focus. The man had his pants open and pulled down a bit. His hand was wrapped around his cock which he was slowly stroking. He made no effort to hide his erection or his stroking.
In the reflected light from the theater’s screen I could see that his cock and fingers were slick with either pre-come of some type of lubricant. I fell a little behind John as I paused to stare, I just couldn’t help it. What made the sight even more exciting was that the man looked up at me staring at him and pumped he cock a little faster as I watched. I would have stayed to watch the inevitable outpouring of his cum but John had moved well ahead of me by now. I caught up and we sat near the side of the theater - John closest to the wall. We were alone in our row although there were about seven guys all sitting in the vicinity. The closest was one row in front and two seats to our left. It seemed from the movements of his shoulder and upper arm that he was pumping himself. For a women who loves to watch guys masturbate themselves this was heaven.
The movie was pretty standard stuff - a petite brunette was kneeling before two guys and was alternating between their cocks. John wasted no time. He unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks and removed his cock. John’s cock was not fully hard but he began work himself up. He seemed totally unconcerned that others might see him stroking himself. When he was fully hard he applied a little lube to his left hand (the hand he masturbates with) and continued his stroking. As John focused on pumping his cock, I noticed the man in front of us begin to move his arm faster. Everybody seemed so open and unconcerned about masturbating - well, I guess that’s the point of the place.
I needed some relief too so I slid down a little in my seat and spread my legs. I put my hand on the hem of my skirt and pulled it higher on my legs so I could have better access to my cunt. I masturbate lots of different ways but when I’m really hot I like to put the middle two fingers of my right hand in my cunt and pump them in and out - slowly at first and then when I’m just on the edge of cumming I pump myself faster. I was very hot now so I spread my legs a little further and slipped my fingers inside my pussy. The first few strokes are always very intense and my moan caused John to look over and smile. With my other hand, I gave John’s cock a few strokes to let him know I was comfortable and enjoying myself.
My stroking on John’s cock was interrupted by a rather large groan from our nearest neighbor. “Do you think that man just came,” I whispered to John.
“Sure, that’s what guys come here to do. I’m sure he did.”
So nonchalant, so casual. A guy not more than five feet from me just shot his cum all over - like it happens every day. I guess it does here. It was my turn to moan as I let John’s words have their effect on me. I began fingering myself faster. I was just about there when a man entered our row and settled down just two seats to my left. John made no effort to hide his stroking but I removed my wet fingers and rearranged my skirt. There were plenty of open seats so the man’s choice of our row was obviously and attempt to watch us and maybe let us watch him.
