A handjob at the movies, first time ever [Cinema]

It’s pitch black in here, the theater’s stale air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of popcorn. I can barely make out her silhouette next to me, her breath ragged and eyes fixed on the screen, but her mind’s a million miles away. My cock throbs in my pants, desperate for her touch. She’s never done this before, never even considered it, but tonight, in the dark, she’s willing to explore. Her hand, tentative at first, finds my thigh, then trails up to the bulge straining against my zipper. I can feel her heart pounding as she wraps her fingers around me, the heat of her palm searing through the fabric. She fumbles with the button, then the zipper, her breath hitching as she finally frees my hard cock, stroking it tentatively. The cinema’s quiet hum is drowned out by the wet sounds of her fist sliding up and down my shaft, her grip tightening as she gains confidence. She leans in, her hot breath on my ear, whispering filthy promises as she jerks me off, her hand slick with precum. The movie’s long forgotten, the world outside nonexistent. All that matters is her hand, her touch, the raw, dirty cinema fuck she’s giving me.

The lights from the screen flicker across her face, casting eerie shadows as she leans down, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive tip. I groan, my hips bucking slightly, urging her on. She takes the hint, her mouth enveloping the head, sucking gently while her hand continues its relentless rhythm. The dual sensation is overwhelming, my balls tightening as I fight the urge to explode too soon. She pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, her eyes meeting mine in the dim light. “Fuck my hand,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. I obey, thrusting into her fist, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the air. The tension builds, my cock swelling in her grip. With a final, desperate thrust, I come, my hot cum spilling over her hand, dripping onto the theater floor. She smiles, licking her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving mine. The movie ends, the credits rolling, but neither of us moves, lost in the aftermath of our secret, dirty cinema encounter.