Theatre

My mind wanders. It usually does, especially when I try to sit too still or pay attention to something that is just put before me, without any type of interaction needed from me, like a movie. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good movie but I would get so much more out of it, if it was interactive and required something of me other than simply watching. When will the people in Hollywood get it?

Phone vibrates. I flip it open trying to shield the other patrons from the light on the screen. It says one simple word, “Now”. I tense, my mind screams, “oh no, God, not here!” I immediately rise, stumble a little but make it to the back of the theatre and into an empty chair where I promptly let go, my shirt sleeve and fist both stuffed into my mouth as best as I can get them in there, and it hits me.

I love the first flood of heat that seems to drop from my belly to my pussy in what couldn’t be more than a few seconds. Next comes the tingling pussy lips that are being engorged with blood and then my clit. The star performer! It’s such a paradox that something as tiny and hidden as a clit can ache and throb as if it was the most important part of the body.

Mine is especially good at burning, making me want to smack and rub it. I feel it swell, fat and slick as the juices begin to sluice between my lips and I can feel the very familiar tickle of the juice sliding about.

I text back what has happened, and look up slowly to see if I was heard. I’m mildly embarassed and fighting the heat that threatens to touch my cheeks but no one seemed to care. My fingers slip into the waistband of my jeans and I have to touch myself. The throb is almost too much and I want to cum again. It’s eternity it seems before I see the next message.

This one hits me immediately, no warning. My whole body wanted in on this. I can feel my ass cheeks clench, partly from the juices invading them, my nipples feel like little hard pebbles rubbing achingly against the sweater I’m wearing. My jeans are tight and I want them off. It’s all I can do not to unbutton them and strip.

The orgasm is wanton, needy and quite long. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, directly on my clit, a shock, then a warm heated burn up to my breasts. It’s agonizing not to be able to moan and scream. My sleeve is wet now too.

My breath is ragged and a few more cums roll across the phone screen, all equally powerful and intense, all hitting me with the same purpose, to show that she is his, a dirty little wanton slutty baby slave tucked neatly in her clothes cumming in front of lots of people and she doesn’t care. She is a product of his effort and the world can watch.

Experiences

Dewdrops
Dinner
Shower