We go to the movies.  You pick the movie.  I ask about seats right at the back but you interject, insisting on slap bang in the middle of the seating which surrounds us with people.  I can’t understand why.  The back is always the best view.  But then as the movie starts and everyone has settled in I feel a small hand climb into my lap.

I make a little room for this hand, liking where this is going. Fingers trail over my cock which has already plumped up a bit with the arrival of the hand.

Now I’m hot and hard and pressing against the fabric of my jeans. You outline my engorged penis with the tip of your forefinger, lean into me and kiss behind my ear.  I nearly come in my pants.  You let off for a bit. Which gives me room to regain what composure I am able to at this point.

Then suddenly there are fingers tugging at my zipper and I feel fingers wrap around me…. I don’t know what you think is going to happen but I’m pretty sure you’re playing with serious fire now.

Everyone else is focused on the movie. I can’t see straight though.  Or hear anything above the blood pounding in my ears.

“Let’s get some air” you whisper, zipping me up.

The cinema is deserted during shows.  So sneaking me into the ladies room is easy.

You take me into a cubicle and sit in front of me, taking me out of my pants.  Your mouth is warm wet and so very very welcome.  Before I can no longer keep it together you back off, take down your jeans and bend over for me.

“Fuck me. Hard.”

I do not hold back.  I plunge into you, pulling your hair so that you turn your face to me and I savagely kiss you.

Footsteps freeze us in the moment.  Someone comes in and washes their hands…more footsteps and then the whoosh of the dryer…

We both come together.. huge lush waves of pleasure wash over us in silence as we try not to give ourselves away.

We return to our seats, hot, dishevelled and twitchy.

Nobody even noticed.