Invisible

She had never felt particularly attractive. Its not that she was ugly, in fact when she looked in the mirror it told her she was anything but. It was more that she was invisible. Doubt, insecurity and anxiety about social situations had prevented her from having many meaningful relationships, romantic or otherwise. She knew that it stemmed from her childhood. Not so much traumatic but rather uninspiring. She had always felt this way. Perhaps its for the best, she would try to convince herself. At least she didn’t have the huge therapy bills that come from a “normal” childhood.

Normal.

There was a strange word. To previous generations that had meant two parents who had stayed married their entire adult lives while working towards the American dream. Providing for their children and giving them all the financial and emotional support they would need to get a solid start in life. Her generation’s normal was just the opposite. Divorce, violence and abuse, verbal, emotional, mental, physical and sexual. That was the new normal.

Her parents were still married. They both worked hard to build for their retirement. They worked maybe too hard, leaving her to grow up in an emotional void. She was sure that that was why she felt invisible. Unnoticed even by the people most invested in her development.

And so here she found herself, staring into the mirror in the bathroom at the Cineplex, about to go into theater 6 to watch the latest blockbuster, by…herself…AGAIN.

She washed her hands, threw the towel in the trash and walked to theater 6. By the entrance she grabbed her pair of 3D glasses from the box, tore open the packaging and tossed it on the floor.

“No…I cant do that”, she thought. Even when trying to be a rebel badass she couldn’t just disobey society’s rules. She was so disappointed in herself.

Walking into the theater there was a sea of bodies. It looked like she would have a hard time finding a seat let alone three. She liked to have a buffer between herself and the people around her. But if she wanted to see the Latest in the Series that would complete the trilogy she would have to suck it up and sit wherever she could find a seat or wait for a different showing when it wasn’t so busy.
This was a much more difficult task than she had anticipated. Up and down the aisle she walked, scanning this way and that. Nothing. Every seat seemed to be taken. Dammit! Did the theater oversell the show? She hated that. Then she noticed one seat, all by itself, right in the middle of the row. She made a bee line to it.

“Excuse me, Excuse me, Sorry, My bad, Oops, Excuse me, I’m sorry, Thank you”.
There! She made it. Dropping down into her seat she took her jacket off and got comfortable.

Phone off.

Sip of her drink.

She was finally ready for the show.

As the previews started she happened to look around at the crowded theater. There were a few Superfans dressed in costume. You know the usual hard cores that like to dress like the heroes, villains, well known characters and unknowns alike. She liked the movies but didn’t quite take them that seriously. She also happened to notice the gentleman sitting next to her. Very attractive. Seemingly alone. If she had been the type of girl she had dreamed of being she would have introduced herself and struck up a conversation, maybe even exchanging numbers. But no, she was in fact herself. Quiet, shy, and painfully invisible. In fact she was almost surprised that anybody had noticed her trying to get to her seat at all.

The disappointment she had in herself sat like a heavy weight in her gut.

Maybe she should just go home, this night just made her feel awful. But the opening previews started and she knew it would be rude to get up and interrupt these poor people once again, if they took notice of her at all. So while everyone else watched the trailers for the upcoming movie season she sat there wishing to be someone else.

Ironically one of the movie trailers seemed to speak directly to her. It was about a young woman who received the ability to actually become invisible. Everyone in the theater laughed raucously at the antics of the heroine. Those images burned themselves into her brain. “Why couldn’t I be that bold? Afterall I’m invisible too.” She thought. She realized that it wasn’t quite the same thing but she couldn’t help think that as the main attraction started.

As the movie went on she couldn’t get into it. She wasn’t sure if it was just a bad movie or if she was still distracted by The Invisible Woman trailer. Her hand went down to her thigh. Fingertips stroking down and back. Just a little. Ever so lightly. The feeling of her finger nails on the fabric of her stretch pants was intense. The fabric so thin it was almost as though she was feeling the sensitive skin of her legs directly. This continue almost absent mindedly for several minutes. Her mind not on the movie before her at all, all she could do is feel the electricity shooting from her finger tips through her legs to the innermost parts of her.

She became aware of a stirring movement next to her. The gentleman she had noticed earlier had noticed her, what she was doing, and it was making him noticeably uncomfortable. Not disgusted or judgemental uncomfortable. He was obviously having a difficult time keeping his mind on the movie when the matters at hand were so distracting.

It was strange she thought. She isn’t doing much. Its not like she was actually masturbating. And yet here he was, a stylish, good looking man, taking notice of her. Was it possible that he could actually ‘see’ her?
That realization had a profound impact on her. Immediately her senses seemed to be supercharged. The gentle tickling on her thigh seemed to have intensified. She wasn’t doing anything differently but it was as though her senses had been heightened.
Her hands slid up her thighs, just a little. Fingers still gently tickling her legs, although it was definitely more to the inside of her thighs, the skin there even more sensitive.
As she did this she saw the gentleman dig his fingers into his legs near his knees. It was an involuntary response to this subtle yet very intimate change in the attention she gave to herself.

He was still noticing her! More than that, he couldn’t NOT notice her. He was mesmerized by every movement, every flex of the fingers, every movement of her legs. At that moment she wanted to reach over and touch him, to see what he felt like. But she didn’t. That’s not what this was about. This was about her…and only her.

Stopping with her right hand for just a moment she could see him noticeably relax, and also let out a very faint groan of disappointment. A very sly smile crept over her face. In fact that facial response caught her off guard, those were muscles she hadn’t used in so long she noticeably felt the change in her mood. Resuming the gentle stroking she was pleased when he shifted in his seat again.

Stopping had again the same result, the relaxing and faint groan. But instead of resuming her teasing she reached over and took his hand in hers. Bringing it back to her lap and setting it on her thigh near her knee.
He gasped in shock and she thought maybe this had been a mistake. But his breathing resumed a fairly normal even rate and he didn’t remove his hand… or hers. Moving his hand along her thigh she wordlessly indicated what it was she wanted from him. Just what she had been doing. Nothing more.
He picked up where she left off. Fingers stroking her thigh, from knee to hip, staying on the outside of her leg. The feeling was wonderful! She felt awakened, alive for the first time in ages. She was getting goosebumps, as well as another very welcome biological response. She could feel the heat between her thighs and the dampness his touch was creating. The stronger the pleasure got, the less she controlled what he did.

He continued to be fairly gentlemanly even after she removed her hand from his, but she wanted more, was starting to crave more. Without thinking, acting on impulse she guided his hand between her thighs. As soon as his finger tips brushed lightly across her clit her hips arched slightly so she could feel more. He could feel the heat from her vagina through the thin material of her pants. Realizing she hadn’t worn panties he could feel the intricate details of her body.

He shifted in his seat again, as much to get a better angle in order to please her, but also because it was apparent that his erection was making it difficult to sit.

Sliding his hand into the elastic waistband of her stretch pants and down to her pussy she adjusted her own seating position so it would be easier for him to access her most private playground.

Even as an invisible woman she had made sure to take care of her personal grooming. Shaving was for her own satisfaction not anybody else’s, but she had never been so grateful that she was freshly shaven. And by his reacting to the realization that she was, she could tell he was grateful as well.
His fingers expertly stroked her lips. He was taking his time to go further, the pleasure was intense. The anticipation agonizing. Parting them he stroked her clit directly, it growing and swelling from his attention. She grabbed onto the arms of the seat, pleasure wracking her body. But in doing so she bumped the man on the other side of her.
There was a man on the OTHER side of her too! How could she have forgotten that? She was so involved in her own special moment and focussed on the gentleman to her right she forgot that there was anyone else in the theater let alone sitting right next to her.
But she was relieved to see it was another man, not a woman, and that he was as aroused by what was going on next to him as the gentleman was. And he was equally good looking too. So without missing a beat she grabbed his hand and put it on her other thigh.

Neither of the men seem phased by this latest act of brazenness. They both proceeded to do their best to please her. The second man, we’ll call him Two reached over, and pulled her stretchies down and over her feet. There she sat, bare ass on her coat in the theater. One and Two each took a leg and lifted them, placing one of her legs on theirs so she could have them spread without having to put her feet up on the seats in front of them.

Continuing to grip the arm rests of her seat she leaned back and closed her eyes. With her eyes closed she couldn’t tell who was doing what, and it didn’t matter. This was not only the most erotic moment of her life, it was the most erotic thing she had ever heard of. The pleasure was intense.

Fingers stroking her clit and labia. Fingers inside her, stimulating her G-spot. It was all she could do not to moan. As the pleasure mounted she started lifting her body off the seat. All her weight on her forearms and elbows, supported on the arm rests she continued to be stroked and probed.
As she rose higher and higher, hips arching further, encouraging, forcing fingers deeper and deeper she felt a finger press against her asshole. She was so wet from all the attention that the finger slid directly in, very little pressure required. This caused a cascading reaction. Her body convulsed. Pelvic, vaginal and all other muscles in her body contracting into orgasm. She cam forcefully, loudly. Nobody seemed to notice as the movie was climaxing just when she was and everybody’s attention was focused on the screen in front of them.

She had never been a squirter before, even when masterbating alone, but this was a new experience. She gushed, the fluid hot and wet, all over her coat, and the mens hands and a little on the back of the seats in front of her. The convulsions seemed go on forever, orgasm after orgasm. Finally the last spasm leaving her spent and exhausted.

Sitting there for a moment, she collected herself together. Her thoughts, her energy and her pants. Collecting them together she leaned over and gave One and Two each a peck on the cheek. Wrapping her coat around her waist she made her way past the rest of the people in the aisle, not caring about their protests and complaints about her rudeness for disturbing them an interrupting their view of the pivotal final scene of the movie.
She smiled to herself. They noticed her. Invisible no more.

When One and Two dashed out of the theater to catch up with her all they found was a pair of 3D glasses and a pair of soaked stretchy pants on the floor of the lobby.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bu9lzz/invisible