With the advent of home cinema, I suppose quite a lot of people have the five speaker experience. We have a purpose built home cinema which has resulted in it being many, many years since I went to the cinema itself.
So, I was in our home cinema watching ....you know, I really can’t remember WHAT it was when Miss Brain tapped me on the shoulder and informed me, “You could easily have a wank in here. No one would know.” She immediately followed this up with something much more juicy. “Come to that, you could have a wank in a real cinema and someone might know.”
I was up, out and in the car in seconds. I didn’t even bother to change out of the dress and somewhat moist underwear that I had on. Oh well, what’s the point?
Naturally, in my haste, I didn’t check what was showing, or the times and when I got to the cinema complex, I had half an hour to wait before the film I chose started.
Covid restrictions meant a mask, of course, and social distance seating. But that worked in my favour, providing anonymity and a degree of privacy. As I sat there, I began to be aware of the “cinema smell”. You know, stale popcorn, spilled cola and salmonella from the hot dogs. There was also another scent. At first, I wasn’t certain but then after a few moment, I was. The unmistakable scent of unwashed girl sweat. This has always been a major turn on for me ever since high school. Some girls simply refused to shower, and if I had the next lesson with them, well....I guess it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I loved sweaty girly underarm!
Better yet, I found out who it was. The....what do you call them....usherette....had to move a couple of people flouting the distancing rule and as she walked past me well, it had clearly been a long day and she definitely needed a shower.
So I watch the film, and there were several quite steamy sex scenes in it. I noticed a guy right at the end of my row with his coat over his lap and a rhythmic movement underneath. No prizes for guessing what was going on there.
No prizes for guess what was going on in my underwear either. The vague dampness I had at home was now a definite, pronounced wetness, and when the actress playing the daughter in the film masturbated, my hand drifted up my skirt all on its own. Having no one either side of me, I could spread my legs nicely, and I also made damn sure I wasn’t sitting on my dress too. I started by rubbing myself through my panties and then fingering myself directly through the leg hole.
But that was never going to be enough....well, I could easily have cum like that, but psychologically, I needed something more obvious. So, hand down the waistband it was and now I could attend to my clit and my hole. The usherette kept glancing over at me and she could not possibly have mistaken what I was doing. I glanced at her and we exchanged smiles. I flicked my head at the screen and gave a little “what’s a girl to do” type of shrug.
Meanwhile, deep inside me, something huge was building. Why had I not thought of a cinema before? What a lot of wasted opportunity! Just think if there was no social distancing...just imagine doing this right next to someone. The mere thought built me up still further.
I kept stealing glances at the usherette, even though the girl on screen had finished ages ago. The usherette got up and walked towards me. For a horrid moment I thought I had blown it and would be asked to leave, but instead she sat down right beside me. “I had to Jill off the first few times I saw this film,” she said. Fortunately, there weren’t many people in the cinema and anyway, I was sitting right at the back. I felt her knee press lightly against mine, but what was driving me crazy was her scent. I let my head flop onto her shoulder and just as I came, I turned it and inland deeply.
I felt the squirt. The huge, seemingly never ending squirt that drenched my underwear and ran into the seat fabric beyond. She didn’t do anything either to herself or to me. She just sat next to me while I finished myself.
“Guess I might have to go to the restroom myself now,” she whispered, and with that, she was gone.
That left me sitting in a puddle of my own making and with a definite intent of doing this again. If ever these fucking restrictions end, there is a wealth of opportunity here for someone like me. Although it has been shut since May, I know of a cinema that only shows “adult” movies. That might be worth a look as well.
Only a girl knows what it’s like to walk back to her car in soaked underwear and smelling of sex. Whatever happens, it seems to me we get the wet part, whether it’s our own wetness or a guy leaving his wetness inside us. Again, it seems it’s “love it/hate it” situation. Personally, I love it, but I know girls who would rather go commando than suffer wet underwear. One friend of mine says she goe further, and if she gets really wet, she will discard her panties and then put a tampon in so that she doesn’t in her words “trickle down my own legs.” As for me, I love that.
Sex is supposed to be messy...sweaty....wet....and I love it. Come on me or in me...it’s all good.
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