The theater was dark. I walked in shyly. Knowing what was about to happen excited as much as it scared me. But there was no going back. A dare is a dare. And I had secretly dreamt of this one for years.
The only noise inside was that coming from the movie. Moaning and panting, enough to tell, even with closed eyes, that I was in a pornographic cinema.
I looked around as I walked. There were not many people inside. All men, as I had expected. I could count 5. All scattered. Away from each other. Surely busy with themselves. I walked from the back side, and few rows ahead I met the first man. I entered his row, and unashamedly I sat down by his side.
I could see he was masturbating, but he suddenly stopped as I approached, not believing I would sit so close to him. He was as surprised as curious. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I didn't look at him, I simply sat down comfortably, pulled my butt to the edge of the seat, stretched legs, slightly open, and pretended I was watching the movie.
In fact I was a total turmoil to see whatever was on screen. All my senses were alert. I could hear this man's breathing. I could sense every move he made. And each one almost made me jump. I was scared. I knew he was going to take action. And I wanted him to, so badly.
For a few seconds nothing happened. Maybe he was gaining courage, maybe still trying to understand what I was up to. I decided not to give him any more time. I opened my long coat, slowly. As if I had all time in the world, and there was no one around me. I could feel his eyes popping out of their orbits when he saw I was completely naked under my coat. That excited me even more. It made me feel in control.
I looked at him for the first time. With a smug on my face, I ran a finger down from between my breasts to between my legs, with a very deep sigh accompanying it.
It was more than he could take. He touched my right leg with his hand, caressing my thigh and waiting for my reaction. I tilted my head back, opened my legs more, and enjoyed it. Oh yes, I was enjoying it now, being touched by a complete stranger in public place. A fantasy come true.
I felt a second hand. He opened my legs and fingered my pussy lips, finding them wet. He knew that was a welcoming sign. He got up, kneeled in front of me, and started rubbing my body, chest, tummy, legs. I could feel those hands, coarse, indelicate, strong hands invading me and taking me over. I loved it.
I ran my hands through his hair, and pulled his face to my inner thighs. He knew what to do, as I felt a wet tongue opening my pink shaved lips. I moaned loudly. I made sure I had been heard.
And I was sure I had been heard when a second pair of hands started fondling my breasts. I opened my eyes and looked up. There was a guy on the row behind ours. With his hands on me. He smiled at me, and I saw lust in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed my mouth. It was not a kiss, it was a hard tonguing, as if he was fucking my mouth with his tongue. I welcomed that probing tongue in my open mouth. It made me feel a shiver down my spine.
