[F] Got on my knees in the cinema…

So anyone who knows about me knows that I have a very high sex drive and nothing turns me on more than:

A: Edging and teasing a needy cock.

B: Doing stuff I absolutely should not be doing.

So, when I tell you I once took my boyfriend as deep as I could into my mouth in a movie theatre, it's not really a surprise, is it? haha

So it was a few years ago, and I think the film was something sci-fi (but it was a while ago so maybe not?). Either way, we sat near the back, not all the way up in the corner, but tucked into a row that was mostly empty. There were only maybe fifteen other people scattered around the theatre, and none of them were near us.

Which was good, because I was feeling extra slutty.

I'd dressed casually, jeans and a hoodie, but underneath I wore tiiiiiiiny little sheer panties that barely covered my pussy and a push up bra that made my tits look huge. I told myself I wasn't going to do anything, of course, that I was going to be a good girl and not be a slut, that I'd just worn that stuff so I felt kind of sexy afterwards, but after about half an hour in, I shifted in my seat and slid my hand onto his thigh.

At first, it was innocent, like I was just getting comfortable. He didn't react much; just gave a little glance, like oh, okay, hand there now.

But then I started tracing lazy circles with my thumb. Small, slow. I felt his thigh tense under my touch. He shifted a little in his seat. But he didn't say anything and didn't move my hand, and in my experience that means he kinda liked it. And that was all the encouragement I needed.

I edged my hand higher, fingertips brushing closer to his cock. He coughed softly, leaned closer to whisper "Babe…"

I smiled like I hadn't heard him and kept my eyes on the screen, as though nothing at all was happening. My fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, creeping higher, until they were right against the outline of his jeans. He was already getting hard.

He shifted again, his hand covering mine for a moment as if to stop me.

"We're in a cinema."

"I know," I whispered back, eyes locked on the glowing screen. "That's why it's so hot."

He sighed, frustrated, and took his hand off mine. I could feel his cock getting hard under the fabric and that just made my little panties feel tighter. It also made my nipples hard. He couldn't see them, obviously, but I could feel them pushing against the lace of my bra and it was making me want to mount him. Instead, my fingers moved in slow strokes along the ridge, teasing him, testing how far I could go before he broke. He kept glancing around the room, nervous, but the nearest people were rows away, silhouettes lost in flickering light.

"Relax," I breathed, letting my lips graze his ear. "No one's looking."

He groaned softly, too quiet for anyone else to hear, and shifted his hips toward me. That was all I needed to know: he wanted it, no matter what his mouth said.

I worked him through his pants, enjoying the way his breathing quickened every time I gave the head of his cock a little teasing squeeze. He must have wanted me to stroke it properly so badly, but all I gave him were little strokes up and down the shaft and that occasional squeeze, his fingers digging deeper into the shared armrest. The film kept playing in front of us, bright and loud, but all I could think about was taking his cock inside me somehow, of pushing this even further.

My own body was reacting too, and I could feel just how wet I'd already gotten. I'm pretty sure the sheer panties I'd slipped on earlier were soaked through, clinging between my thighs and cutting into the softness of my pussy lips. Every little brush of fabric against me made me want to spread my legs wider and let him feel how wet I was.

At one point, a bright orange scene lit the theatre, and I froze for a second, worried someone might notice. But no one even glanced our way.

I slid my hand lower, cupping his balls through his pants, feeling the full weight of his hard cock pressing against my palm. He was rock solid now.

"You love this, don't you?" I whispered, giving him one long, slow stroke. "Your slutty girlfriend teasing your cock in the movie theatre. My mouth is so warm and wet…"

He bit his lip, head tipping back against the seat, eyes fluttering shut.

Seeing him like that made my body ache. That push-up bra had my fat tits practically spilling over the top, heavy and straining against the cups. My nipples were so stiff they hurt, the lace rubbing them raw every time I shifted. I could feel how swollen my breasts had gotten, my chest heaving with every breath, like they were begging for his hands, his mouth, any kind of attention.

I tugged at his belt loop, not to undo it yet, but just to let him know where this was going. His hand darted down to still me, but it was half-hearted, weak.

"Not here," he breathed, shaking his head.

"Yes here." My voice was firm, low, certain. I squeezed him again, feeling him twitch under my hand. "You want it. I can feel how bad you want it."

His eyes opened, met mine. "Sarah…"

I ignored him again, taking my time, drawing out the tease, his chest rising and falling faster until he was shifting in his seat and making little thrusts up into my hand with his hips. Each time he did, I took the touch away again, driving him crazy. He groaned each time I did it, muffled and desperate, shifting under my hand, caught between not wanting to do anything and wanting it desperately. I loved that sound. Loved how helpless it was.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, deliberately stroking him harder as I said it.

He hesitated.

"Thought so," I murmured, smiling, slowing the pace once more. The pressure in my pussy was inside, like my whole body had turned into one big slutty dripping mess. Every squeeze of his cock through his pants sent a pulse straight between my legs, making my panties damper and my nipples harder.

Fuck it. There was only one thing for it.

I slipped off the chair, sliding down to the sticky floor between his legs, the sound of the film booming above us as if it were covering for me. My hoodie came up over my head in the darkness, and suddenly I was just in my bra, my heavy, aching, nipples visible through the fabric every time the screen glowed bright, so hard they almost hurt. The cool cinema air made me shiver, but it was too late to worry about that.

My pussy was in control now.

I let my tits press against his thigh as I got into place, the weight of them dragging across the denim, leaving him no doubt about what I'd just revealed. My pussy throbbed inside my soaked panties and I tilted my head up at him, watching his wide eyes flick between my tits and the rows around us, his lips parted.

"Sarah! What the fuck are you doing?"

I unbuckled his belt and licked my lips. "Shhhh," I whispered. "No talking in the cinema. Just focus on the film and let me do what I need to do. I'm fucking horny and I need it in my throat, okay?"

He opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it.

I grinned and took him out of his pants…

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