There's something exciting about having control over her and making her feel what I want her to feel when I want her to feel it.
That was the thought going through my mind as we collected our tickets from the counter outside the theater. I had received two passes for movies and knew that she was the one I wanted to accompany me. I wanted hers to be the hand that touched mine as we ate popcorn from the same bucket and hers to the be thigh that mine touched when my leg wandered over to the side.
We walked into the theater and found the seats we liked best. We sat and started to watch the pre-preview messages passing on the screen, laughing at the quips and guessing the answers to the trivia questions. It was a very relaxed feeling, sitting with her and laughing away the final minutes to the movie's beginning.
As is common, we became movie critics while the previews passed. After each one, we'd turn to one another and comment on how good it looked or how unsure we were about that particular movie. The actors or actresses came under scrutiny with each preview as well, our learned minds coming to the fore to debate the merits of the upcoming movies.
Finally, the movie started. I'd been wanting to see this one and was rather pleased to finally be able to get to the theater to watch it. It caught me into the plot almost immediately, which is a sign of a good movie. I watched with rapt attention until we got to a slower part.
It was then that I got the desire to have some popcorn and reached to the bucket to grab a bit. My hand pressed against hers and thoughts of her flooded my mind, overriding everything the movie had created within me. I slid my hand to the side to grab hers and squeeze it lightly. She responded with a squeeze of her own then looked over at me. The light from the screen shown in her eyes and my heart gave a little leap of joy. She really is one of the most attractive women I know.
"I'm glad you're here," I whispered, smiling at her.
"Mmmm," she said, "me, too."
We turned back to the movie, but my mind wasn't quite as caught up in the action on the screen any more. It had some terrific action, but my mind just wouldn't leave thoughts of her far enough behind to concentrate on it.
I started eating the popcorn, but made sure that regular contact with her hand was made. My leg moved sideways to press against hers and I delighted in the fact that she pressed her leg back towards me.
After watching for a while longer, I slowly licked the butter from my fingers, knowing that she was watching me and knowing how that would make her feel to see me sliding my fingers slowly, one by one, between my lips to suck them clean. I could hear her breathing increase and knew I had her attention. Once my fingers were clean, I slid my hand slowly towards her. Her eyes were riveted to my hand and her breathing let me know that I was exciting her with my movements. My hand reached her thigh, where I pressed it against her. Her breath caught in her throat and she swallowed. Then I began running my hand in circles, caressing her thigh. Her legs parted slightly as my hand slid towards her inner thigh, letting me know that she was ready for me. The circles my hand were lazily tracing got larger and larger, approaching the junction between her legs, getting closer and closer to providing the pressure that she ached to feel. Each time, however, I let my hand trace away, towards her knee, so that she was being teased.
She started to moan a little and her hips started to move as my hand slid further up her thigh. She was anxious to feel me touch her and yet I still kept back, wanting her desire to build to a crescendo of yearning. Finally, when I knew she was about to burst, I slid my hand up and pressed it against the crotch of her pants. She couldn't keep the moan from escaping her lips at that point and I looked around to see just how many people were around us. Luckily, we were fairly alone in this section of the theater, the closest person being about four rows away.
The heat I felt between her legs was intense. She could have melted a popsicle in no time, flat, which made me consider possible outcomes of the evening.
I began to caress her, letting her feel my fingers dance lightly over her jeans. I knew that each movement of my fingers sent a jolt of sensation up her spine to dance along her nerves, increasing the intensity of her feeling. I could feel her hips gyrating softly, urging my fingers to press harder and in those certain places that she longed to have touched.
Occasionally, I would press against her, touching her where I knew her clit was hidden beneath those layers as well as where her vaginal opening was, making her imagine me sliding between her lips to enter her. Each time I pressed there, her mind would shoot to thoughts of me penetrating deeply within her.
Looking over at her, I was pleased to see that her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, her lips were parted and her head was tilted up in pleasure. She looked absolutely amazing, lost in the rapture of the moment.
Very casually, I slid my hand up the front of her jeans and easily undid the button at the top. Her eyes flew open as she realized that I was about to slide beneath her clothes and that she was about to feel that touch she'd craved. She must have realized we were in public because her eyes shot around to see, just as mine had earlier, just how alone we were. She then looked at me with a wild look in her eye, half hoping I was serious and half worried that we'd get caught.
I looked at her and smiled, letting her know that I was going to do what I wanted and that she was going to feel pleasure at my fingertips, whether we were in a public place or not.
Her eyes flashed as she realized that I was going to go through with it and the naughtiness of it all filled her mind. I saw the twinkle in her eyes grow as she considered what I was about to do. Her accompanying smile dared me to continue, regardless of her previous worries.
Sliding my hand into her pants, I felt the top of her panties and realized she was wearing a thong, the fabric very thin and held by small straps. I grinned at her as my fingers began to work their way under the fabric. She was intently staring into my eyes, her breathing shallow but rapid.
As my hand slid even further into her pants, she reached down and unzipped the zipper, easing my passage and giving me the green light to further explore her. I glanced down and noticed, in the dim light of the movie, that she had a Christmas theme to her thong and that made me smile. She knows how much I enjoy Christmas lingerie and that made me wonder just how much she was planning on doing with me when she accepted my invitation to the movie.
Before long, my fingers felt the top of her pubic hair and began to explore it. It felt as if she had it trimmed in a thin strip, a cut I rather enjoy. I caressed the soft skin on either side of the strip, occasionally working back to tease her thin hairs. Then I slid my hand further down, the heat increasing with each quarter inch I moved. I felt the top of her slit, knowing that her clit was probably already exposed, craving touch. I parted my fingers and slid them down either side of her slit, trying to avoid contact with her clit. I didn't want her to have that much right away, but wanted to tease her some more, first, to build up the anticipation.
Accompanying the incredible heat I found was a considerable amount of fluid. She was very wet, very ready for penetration. I slid my fingers inward, lightly pinching her labia between them, then slid my fingers up and down on the outer edges. At the bottom of her slit, I slid my fingers together then ran them up between her lips, diving slightly into her vagina then further up, teasing the insides of her lips. I began to run my fingers up and down, spreading them slightly at times to provide feeling to her lips, then together to press towards her heated opening.
She was really starting to grind her hips the more I moved and was making soft mewing sounds. Every time my fingers approached her opening, she'd push her hips towards my hand, as if trying to get me inside of her. She was really trying to push herself against me as my hand slid back up towards the top, the feelings in her clit intensifying the closer I got, but not quite being satisfied.
After sliding just under her clit for the fifth time, I caused her to give a little cry of protest, her frustration about not getting total satisfaction causing her to forget that we were in public.
"Shhh... ," I whispered. "You don't want to awake the natives."
"Then touch me where I need it, damn it!"
I laughed softly and continued sliding my fingers around her wet lips, teasing her even more. Finally, when I could tell that the anticipation had built to the level I wanted, I slid my fingers down and deep inside of her in one movement. At the same time, I pressed part of my palm against her clit. She gasped, then held her breath. Her hand quickly grabbed my arm and I could feel her quivering, her hips moving very rapidly against my hand. I curved my fingers, pressing them just lightly against her g-spot and she started to cum. She was doing her best to stay quiet, but her breath shot from her with a huge gust then came in quick, short bursts. Every now and again, a soft cry of pleasure would escape her lips, her orgasm too intense to hold it all in.
After about 30 seconds of powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her body, she finally started to calm, the last vestiges of her orgasm still pulsing through her, occasionally causing her to buck softly against my hand. She let her head fall back against the headrest and her arms go slack.
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