Hi. My name's Heather. I'm pretty shy. I want to tell all of you what happened to me a few years ago. I better describe myself first since I know you guys like that. I'm in my 20's now. I'm five feet two inches tall. I weigh about 105 pounds pretty much all the time. I have shoulder length brown hair. My breast size is 34B. I have a pretty face. An innocent look. I'm really quiet and prefer not to be in crowded places. I've been this way as long as I can remember. My favorite activities are reading and watching t.v.
When I was 19 years old I remember that I went to the movie theatre by myself. I sat in the back row. It was a scary movie so I didn't want to sit up front too close to the screen. The theatre was pretty empty so I was surprised when a man sat down in the seat to my left. I felt a bit conflicted. Should I change my seat? It would be kind of rude if I did that so I decided to just stay where I was. After all I was here first!
I was wearing my favorite short black skirt and my high heel shoes. I was also wearing my white blouse. I always dress this way since it's so comfortable. The lights dimmed and the trailers came on the screen previewing coming attractions. Other people continued to come into the theatre but they all sat several rows in front of me. I was concentrating on the previews when I suddenly felt a hand on my thigh. I sort of froze not knowing what to do. Should I jump up and switch my seat? Should I move the hand off my thigh? Should I scream? All of these thoughts ran through my head very quickly and I decided that maybe the man's hand was on my thigh accidentally. I tried to see him out of the corner of my eye but it was so dark in the theatre that I could only make out an outline of his large shape. Well, I thought, if he just rests his hand on my thigh it isn't hurting me so I might as well just ignore it.
After a few minutes I forgot all about his hand. It actually felt o.k. to me since his hand was so warm and my thighs were a bit cold in the air conditioned theatre. After a minute or two I could feel his large hand move ever so slightly and touch my inner thigh. His hand was going ever so slowly higher and higher up my inner thigh. I clamped my thighs together to stop him and I succeeded in trapping his hand between my thighs. I debated about screaming out but I didn't want to cause a commotion. I didn't want to jump up and change seats because again I didn't want to cause a scene. I reasoned that as long as his hand was trapped between my inner thighs it should be o.k.
As long as he didn't go higher it was o.k. I sensed him shifting in his seat and then he leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. I still blush when I remember his words to me. I heard him whisper: "You're a slut. A whore. Wearing a short skirt to tease guys. You're a cunt".
