Public Cinema Shenanigans: A Tale of Very Risky Sex [Cinema]

In the grimy, sticky heat of the cinema, I watched as she slipped into the row ahead of me, her tight skirt riding up to reveal the lacy edge of her stockings. The movie flickered on, some bland romantic comedy, but all I could focus on was the way her thighs squeezed together, the faint outline of her cunt visible through the thin fabric. I could see her breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she glanced back at me, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She knew I was watching, knew I was hard as fuck just from the sight of her. She slowly, deliberately, slipped her hand between her legs, her fingers disappearing under her skirt. I could see her rubbing her clit, her body tensing as she worked herself up. The risk of getting caught only seemed to turn her on more, her moans soft but audible in the dimly lit theater. I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, already slick with pre-cum. I began to stroke myself in time with her movements, my eyes locked onto her every twitch and gasp. The tension in the air was palpable, the danger of discovery making every touch, every moan, electric.

Suddenly, she stood up, her skirt hiked up around her waist, and turned to face me. She straddled my lap, her wet pussy grinding against my throbbing cock. She leaned in, her breath hot on my ear, “Fuck me right here,” she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto me as I thrust upwards. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her nails digging into my shoulders. The cinema around us faded away, the only thing that mattered was the feel of her tight cunt milking my cock, the sound of our flesh slapping together. I could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling as she rode me harder, faster. I gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. I bit down, hard, as I came, my cock pulsing deep inside her. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her, her body convulsing around me. We stayed like that for a moment, panting and spent, the reality of where we were slowly seeping back in. She smiled at me, a dirty, satisfied grin, before standing up and adjusting her skirt. She walked back to her seat, leaving me there, cock still hard, cum dripping down my thighs, as the movie continued to play on, oblivious to the filthy fuck fest that had just taken place.