Cinematic Orgasm

Emily and I sat in the cinema and like many of the patrons, had difficulty in working out whether this was tongue-in-cheek excellence, or just a plot designed by a five year old. I won’t bore you with it, read the reviews, or go see it yourself - see if you can make it to the end. 

I guess the theatre was about 3/4 full - at least at first. People did walk out during it, and by the end there were only around 25 people left. So why did we stay? 

Well, we didn’t make it anywhere near the end, but let’s not get ahead of myself. 

Remember my bag? Among the usual detritus of stuff we keep in our bags, change, credit cards, spare panties, tampons, panty liners (though why I’ve got one of those, God knows. I only ever used them as a young teen, and for about two weeks!) is my ‘Saturday Night Special’ no, it’s not a snub-nosed Colt, it’s a totally silent small yet highly effective vibrator. I must had ordered and returned at least ten so-called ‘silent’ ones before finding this little beauty. 

Oh, I am perfectly capable of bringing myself off without a vibrator, but now and then, we’ll, variety is the spice of life. 

First the panties had to go, and I wriggled them down my legs. Emily is still getting used to the “sex in public places” thing. She likes it - a lot - but it always makes her nervous to begin with. 

Next, skirt right up at the back I needed to be bare bum on the seat for this. At one point the woman behind me leaned forward and asked me to keep still! Heheheh! This cinema doesn’t wedge people in like sardines - in fact there is plenty of legroom between the rows, and, looking forward, you can’t see the knees of the person in front, only their backs. 

Showtime, then. 

Skirt safely out of danger at the back, I lifted it to mid thigh..probably a bit higher than mid-thigh at the front. Then I used my right hand to ease the toy under my skirt and onto my clit. 

I could feel Emily breathing really deeply next to me, a sure sign of her excitement. I also managed to slip a couple of fingers between my by now very slippery cunt lips before using those same fingers to pop a sweet into Emily’s mouth…I can be a bitch of a tease sometimes. 

With a vibrator, I’m usually 100% clitoral, but every now and then, I like to feel the vibrations inside me. This isn’t a very large toy, but it was enough to stretch my entrance, and it made the toy even more slippery. My knee touched Emily’s. We have a rule now that we never wear jeans or pants when we go out together. By agreement, we sometimes go without panties too - although it has been known for one of us to do so without the other knowing. 

I swapped hands, using my left hand on the toy. Masturbating with your non-dominant hand can be a whole lot of fun. It almost feels like someone else is doing it. That means I could hold Emily’s left hand - having first gotten my right hand fingers really wet. She felt the wetness as our fingers interlocked, and whispered `”You teasing bitch.” 

Oh, I almost forgot the best part….as I was sitting there, getting more and more worked up, and wetting both myself and the seat, people were getting up and walking down the aisle right past me. There was one girl with her family..I guess she couldn’t be more than 15, who had that really strong teenage girl underarm sweat scent that drives me wild. She was gone in a second, but oh, that scent!. A shame for her of course, but a lovely bonus for me! 

And so I came, covered up by imitation sneezes. I felt the usual flood and it took a while for the seat material to absorb it. I do love sitting in a puddle of my own making. 

Then under cover of a space scene, I pushed the toy, still on, into Emily’s hand. She tried to resist, but I wouldn’t let her say no. Eventually, she took it and put it under her skirt. I knew she still had panties on, but that’s the thing about vibrators, they work through panties too. 

I must admit, given her newness to sex outdoors, idid wonder if she might fake it. (Shame on me for even thinking such a thing.) Then I saw her left hand, the one ide made wet with my juices go up to her face. It looked just like she hand one finger against her cheek, but three fingers were right under her nose, and I knew she was smelling me. 

I also saw the exact moment she came in her undies. Her knees clamped together, and she emitted a series of spluttered coughs in which we’re a few grunts. Result! 

We couldn’t stand anymore of the cinematic crap before us and we left - heading straight to the ladies. We waited our moment and Emily dragged me into a cubicle and locked the door. She sat on the toilet and said “You fucking bitch! Just LOOK what you did to me!” Her dark blue panties were almost black at the crotch with her cum. 

“You’re not the only one who can tease though. She locked eyes with me and slowly, deliberately, peed her panties. I mewed with frustration. She knows fucking well I’d love nothing more than to be between her thighs when she does this. 

Once done, she took the wrecked undies off and binned them. (I wonder how many pairs of panties they find in those sanitary bins?) and cleaned up. 

Every nerve ending I have itched to get at her, which is why she made me spend a whole hour shopping, including buying new underwear, and making me go into several fitting rooms with her - where she wouldn’t let me touch her…..bitch. 

Finally, I was actually trembling with desire. It seems even Miss Brain was caught in some kind of electrical frazzle, and just kept repeating “fuck her…fuck her…fuck her…fuck fuck fuck fuck her” No help there, then. 

Finally, we got back to my car. (She loves my car - as well she should. It was my 21st birthday present and was a top of the range Mercedes with all the bells and whistles. The salesman must have thought it was Christmas. Which, given the date of my birth, I suppose it was….well, close enough) 

She used the electric seat controls to move her chair right back and turned sideways to me, lifting one foot onto the centre console. ‘And now, you can have me.” 

I was between her legs before the last word had left her lips. I didn’t give a rats arse if there was CCTV in that grim car park, or people were walking by. All I could think if was my lover. Emily. Emily’s taste. Emily’s scent. Emily’s silky feel as I sucked her off and fingered her simultaneously. Emily’s ridges inside her vagina which I’m sure I could draw from memory now. 

She came delightfully into my mouth and I swallowed everything. 

The whole car smelled of sex….I wished for a moment that I could bottle it, but then I realised that she squirts so much now that maybe I can. I can certainly make sure that there are a nice, wet pair of panties in here every day. Now there’s a thought. A pair of her undies in the cabin air filter every time I drive somewhere….mmmm!

On the drive back, she did everything to make me have an accident, both on the road and between my legs. She lounged there in the front passenger seat, her skirt right up, legs open and idly playing with herself. “Oh, I do like this car”  It’s not the first time she’s said this. I mean, what’s not to like? 

What she didn’t know is that we were going somewhere special. I’d had a phone call that morning which was why I needed a pretence to get her into the city in the first place, and since she likes Sci-Fi, Moonfall offered a perfect excuse, which was the only perfect thing about it. 

She was quite dreamy, as she usually is after a good cum - and she’d had two, remember. When we pulled into the Mercedes dealership she just thought I was taking the chance to book a service. When she saw the identical car to mine wrapped up in a large crimson ribbon she still didn’t twig. “Huh, someone’s going to get laid tonight.” 

When I led her to it and the salesman handed her the keys, all I could think was “I certainly hope so”.