This happened a few years ago, while I was in university. I was dating a final-year nurse student. She was a mess, and the stress of the final year and residency was getting to her big time, but she was a monster in bed. You take the good with the bad.
To try to take her mind off things, I suggested we could go to the cinema one Tuesday after lunch. Early afternoon screenings are always quieter, and we could get cheaper tickets. University students, you know? So we went.
The film was some kind of Jackie Chan bullshit, but that was fine. We chose a couple of quiet seats, high up in one of the side rows, munched on our popcorn and started making out. We could have waited for the lights to go out, but who has the time for that? Time waits for no man. And neither does pussy.
My ex was not an exhibitionist, but neither was she shy to go for it in public spaces. She was also very sensitive: kissing her next and running my lips from her shoulder to her ear lobe was always guaranteed to get a reaction. Maybe it was the stress coming out or maybe it was just coincidence, but she really got into it, kissing me back passionately. She smelled and tasted of sweet-salty popcorn. She was delicious. So inevitably we quickly started getting handsy.
The minute the lights went down for the adverts, my hands were under her shirt. Pop went two buttons and I started massaging her heavy boobs. You might associate University students’ breasts with words such as ‘perky’, but that not the space here. She had heavy, slightly droopy boobs, which jiggled and moved as she walked, and bounced beautifully whenever she rode me. I had jizzed on those tits enough times to enjoy them.
As I played with her boobs and kissed her neck, she started breathing heavily and moaning softly. As a good girlfriend, she was nothing but thoughtful and generous. S she interrupted the proceedings to push the armrest up and reach for my trousers. I was somewhat surprised that she immediately undid my belt and boxers and pulled my cock out. I don’t mind telling you it was a relief; with all the excitement, I was feeling rather constricted.
Now, generosity is something that goes both ways, so my hand quickly went between her legs. She was wearing a short black leather skirt with no tights, so the only thing between me and her pussy were her panties. I puller the elastic band sideways and ran my fingers across her slit. She was definitely moist by now. Which is why I was so surprised when she slapped my hand.
“Bad boy!” she said coyly. “Not now. This time I am taking care of you. Lie back”
So I did. Not a bad idea. These were comfy seats, and trying to get my hands everywhere has gotten me in all matter of funny positions. So I lied back and let her stroke me for a couple of minutes. Her hands were warm and soft, and she was always good at getting the rhythm right. But it didn’t feel right to be the only one enjoying myself. So I made a move to reach between her legs again, and again I was slapped away.
“How about you, babe?” I asked.
“I am a big girl”, came the reply. “I can take care of myself”.
“Please do”, I replied. “I love it when you do that”.
She giggled and stopped briefly to reach under her skirt and remove her panties. She immediately started frigging herself furiously with one hand, and grabbed my cock with the other hand. The handjob resumed, but this was a different thing: it’s difficult to have different speeds with your two hands, so as she responded for her need for speed with one hand, the tempo of the hand around my cock increased markedly. Long gone were the subtle kisses. This was now next stop – O Station. All passengers get off here.
As she started to breathe more and more heavily, I realised I was going to mess things up.
“Babe?”, I half-whispered, half-moaned.
“Yeah?”
“I am about to cum”
“Cum for me! I am almost there!”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to jizz all over the seat…”
She looked at me. She had an almost febrile look, I swear her eyes shone in the dark.
“Well”, she said, never missing a beat with her hands, “We can’t have that”.
So she wrapped her slightly moist panties around my cock and got back to stroking me and frigging herself, almost violently.
I came.
I came like I hadn’t cum in a while, spurting with abandon into the gusset of her back, lacy panties. Somewhere in the middle of it I realised she was cumming too, her breath becoming shallow and a couple of moans escaping her lips.
Darkness descended.
I realised a few seconds later that we were still in the cinema, and that the lights had gone out. The film had started, and Jackie was up to some bullshit in a dark cityscape on the screen. My ex was reclining on her seat, two fingers still between her thighs, her other hand still stroking me gently with her cum-filled panties. That’s when I noticed the light.
A hostess was stopped besides our seat and said “I’m sorry, there had been a noise compl…”
She stopped talking, mouth agape. She was shining her light in our direction and leaning over us. She saw my deflecting cock enveloped in black lacy panties, clearly soaked in jizz. She saw my ex, skirt pulled up. She must have noticed the overpowering scent of sex between us.
“Oh year?” reacted my ex, the anger and stress of the last few days returning to her face. “Well, we are finished here anyway”.
Without ever breaking eye contact with the hostess, my ex pulled the cum-filled panties from my now-limp dick, rolled them up her legs, and pulled them all the way up against her shaved pussy. She squashed them until a clear cameltoe was visible, got up, pulled her leather skirt down, and walked up the steps to the exit. As a fumbled to get dressed and follow her, the hostess involuntarily pointed the light at her back. From my vantage point, I could clearly see a drop of cum running down the back of her leg.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r7vkye/in_the_cinema_mfmasturbationcum_on_clothespublic