It was a Friday - her boss and his client had fucked Ann almost all afternoon just yesterday, sometimes while they were on the phone with overseas contacts, and then Deacon Monroe had had to leave town; Anne finished up what she had to do early, a vague sense of disappointment in her belly.
She should go home to her husband, but as she passed a theater she saw that a movie she had wanted to see was now in the theater, a romance movie. She bit her lip, and then shrugged - she was slightly overdressed in a nice button up dress - but she decided to see the movie.
There was an hour before it started, so she had several drinks in a nearby restaurant, and then went back in. She got some candy and a small drink and tried to walk steadily into the movie, 'Loves Lost'. She smiled at two handsome guys as she found the theater but failed to notice how they stared at her curvaceous body through the tight dress.
Tom and Jim Tourbin watched her go into the theater, and then smiled at themselves. They were just getting out of what had been a horrible action flick, and the gorgeous Asian girl had smiled at them warmly as she walked by. She had a truly tremendous ass, and what looked like great tits - just big enough. The little dress she was wearing buttoned all the way up, from the bottom at mid-thigh straight up to her neck.
Jim noticed several of the buttons at the bottom were undone, but it was fastened all the way up to her slim neck.
They smiled at each other again, and turned to follow her into the movie to see if she sat with anyone. Worth a shot, their look said.
Anne sat down, and as the previews were going off a man sat right next to her. She glanced at him, and thought he might be one of the guys she had seen in the hallway, but put it out of her mind; she was catching a nice buzz, perhaps she shouldn't have had that last shot.
The movie started, and a few minutes in they laughed at something - the guy beside her leaned over slightly and whispered, "That was funny" as he squeezed her shoulder. Anne nodded, trying to ignore his presence, but his hand stayed on her shoulder after he squeezed it; in fact he began gently rubbing her shoulder as he introduced himself.
Anne squirmed slightly, trying to let him know she didn't appreciate being touched by a stranger, but it had the unfortunate effect of shifting his hand slightly onto her chest.
"I'm sorry," he whispered - "It's just that your dress is so soft, what kind of fabric is it?" he asked. Anne noticed that he was now rubbing the fabric in slightly larger circles, moving further onto her slim chest near her collar bone - well above her breasts.
Her breath seemed frozen in her throat - the man was so casual, yet that simple touch had Anne twisting softly in her seat. "It's - it's some kind of weave," she whispered back, trying to pretend to concentrate on the movie. "I don't think my husband would like you feeling how soft it is, anyway," she said; both of her small hands were clasped in her lap so the man would not see them tremble.
His hand slipped a bit lower, and she started when his fingers brushed against the upper slope of her left breast. "Is your husband here now?" he asked, his fingers now going back upwards, and then to her shoulder - then back to the center of her collarbone, where his thick fingers toyed with one of the small buttons there.
"No, I came alone," she said. His hand was rubbing in circles again. Anne swallowed heavily.
"It's just so soft, I wonder what the fabric is made of - do you mind if I feel it for just a moment more?"
"I . . ." Anne shifted again; she knew she should say something, but then a man sat next to her on the other side. She glanced at the new guy; he was quite a bit older than her, and not as handsome as the one on her left hand side. She bit her lip, and looked back at the movie, and did not try to push Tom's hand away for some reason.
A few scenes went by, and she laughed a few times, but she was supremely aware of Tom's hand on her chest, 'feeling how soft the fabric of her dress was'. That hand was drifting lower and lower; in fact she could feel his hand exploring how her breast was pushed up by the little half cup bra she was wearing.
Then his hand was slipping all the way onto her full, firm breast; he began rubbing his hand in a circular motion against her pulsing tit mound, her nipple hard against his palm. Anne breathed heavily - every part of her was screaming at her to get up and storm off, to push his hand off of her breast and slap him, to call the police and have him arrested!
Instead, she found herself wishing that the guy on her right would not notice. She glanced at Tom, and asked him quite politely to stop what he was doing. He bent and kissed her - that took her by surprise. His hand began squeezing her firm breast in earnest, and his lips pushed against hers, silencing her soft protestations. His tongue licked her lips, and then her teeth, and then he was slipping it inside of her panting, softly protesting mouth.
What the fuck is happening? Anne thought. Her body was in turmoil, and her nipple was itching crazily as the man squeezed and rubbed her super soft mound. Anne could not stop panting into the guys mouth - he was quite a good kisser - and tried to remember that she was in a movie theater making out with a guy she didn't even know.
Somehow the kiss ended - there was nothing subtle now about the way Tom's hand was working at her breast - he had bent down, and now started licking and kissing the side of her neck. Anne bit her lip and shuddered softly, then started when she felt a hand on her leg from the other side of her. "Ma'am, I'm Jim, is this guy bothering you?"
His hand squeezed her slim thigh through the thigh high stockings she had on. She swallowed, and then breathed a sigh of relief when Tom quit rubbing and squeezing her breast. Thank god, he had stopped! Then he smoothly reached up and unfastened the top button of her dress.
