Another night, another Tinder date.
We’ve met a few times for different dates and sex afterwards and I decided I would finally let him see the slut. We went out for Thai, then went to see Batman at a small, one screen theater. There was a balcony above the main floor, so we nabbed seats in the back and settled in. A few other people joined us but sat in front. Perfect.
Around an hour in I let my hand drift from his over to his thigh. Small circles with my fingertips turned to caressing, each pass getting me closer to his cock until finally, I placed my hand over it, delighted to find him hard. Still staring straight ahead I began rubbing the length through his jeans, then pulled his zipper down. I tugged at the button until he got the hint, undoing it so his pants sat open.
Taking off my rings I slid my hand in, finding his cock leaking pre-cum from my teasing. I collected some and used it as lube, starting with firm slow strokes. I could hear his breathing pick up, hips moving slightly to meet my hand. Someone stood and started walking to the door, heading right for us. After a quick check, it was dark enough to where they wouldn’t see, so I kept going and even went a little faster, loving the rush of potentially getting caught.