Would you go down on me in a theatre?

Kylie adjusted her skirt for the dozenth time since she sat down. What if someone saw she was wearing no underwear? What if someone noticed her pulling her skirt down again and guessed? What if someone smelled how wet she was?

Brad took her hand and leaned over the armrest. “No one knows but me, little miss.”

She looked around the theatre. There were few people in the theatre and no one looked at her. They were eating their popcorn, chatting with seatmates, checking their phones. Anything but looking at her. He put his hand on her knee and slid it up until she looked at him with wide eyes. He grinned at her, then moved to an acceptable spot just above her knee. “I’ll stay here until the lights go down.”

“Speaking of going down.” She ran her hand up his thigh.

Brad brushed his lips over hers. “Who is a bad girl now?”

“Your bad girl. You corrupted me.” To prove her point, she dragged her fingers over the fly of his jeans.

He caught her hand and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked her index finger inside and swirled his tongue over the tip. Her pussy clenched, forcing her to press her legs together. The previews drowned her whimper by launching at the right moment.

He let go of her finger, but neither of them looked to the screen. And in that moment the mood changed. What was playful was now serious teasing, actual arousal. She wanted him, she wanted to get fucked, to make him come.

Kylie leaned close to him to whisper. “We should go. Car?”

He shook his head. “Right here, little miss.”

In the theatre?

Brad shifted in his seat. “We won’t have sex here, but I will get you off.”

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“Then if the movie sucks, we’ll go. Watch the previews like a good girl.”

“I am a good girl.”

“You were. Now you’re my slut.”

Kylie loved being his slut. She crossed her legs so her thighs pressed together. But she did as ordered and stared at the previews. When was he going to touch her?

He leaned over as the movie opening flashed on the screen. “Are you wet?”

“I was when we walked in here with no underwear.” She wanted his fingers on her, she was ready to slide her own hand up her skirt.

She ran her finger along the seam on the inside thigh of his jeans.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her over to him. His other hand massaged her knee then crept upwards.

His used his hand to massage her outer lips while the previews switched to the opening credits. Kylie couldn’t even remember any of the coming attractions, besides Brad’s fingers. He kneaded her inner thighs, then slipped a finger between her slick labia.

Kylie bit back her appreciation and demands for more.

Brad brushed his knuckle over her clit as the movie started. She fought hard to recall what the movie was about as the actors walked around the screen. “You’re such a naughty girl. Did you ever do this as a teenager?”

“No!” She narrowed her eyes. “Did you do this with your wife?”

“Hell no. She’d never…”

She settled back against him.

Brad kissed her head. “Sorry, wrong thing to say. Do you like being naughty like this? Or do you fear being caught?”

She shook her head. “I love it. You should know by now.”

He laughed, low in her ear making her shiver. “You get wetter when I call you a slut. Especially when I call you my little slut.” He thrust two fingers into her and she gasped.

“Brad,” she hissed. “Don’t stop.”

He pressed deep into her, slow but firm. He pulled his hand from her and traced her cream across her lips. “Taste yourself,” he urged.

Kylie sucked his finger, her tang feeding her lust. “More?” he asked.

She nodded, giving up any pretense of watching the movie. She closed her eyes as he slipped between her legs again.

Brad flicked her clit while he fucked her in her seat until she squirmed. “Come for me little miss. Come on my fingers right here. Stop squirming or I’ll have to stop, you’ll draw attention.”

She took a few breaths to slow herself. “Okay, I’m good. I’m ready.”

His teasing fingers resumed their rhythm. In out, pet, brush. “I wish I could drop down there and lick you while you come. My tongue on your clit, my fingers inside you.” He moaned, licking her ear.

“Yes. So close, Brad.”

“Come,” he commanded, and she fell apart. He held her tight to keep from shaking out of her seat. Somehow in the ecstasy she remembered to press her mouth together, only little gasps coming from her throat.

“Oh you are a good girl. Are you interested in the rest of the movie?”

“We’re like ten or fifteen minutes in and I have no idea what’s going on. I can catch up if you are interested.”

“I only brought you here so I could make you come.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Let’s go home and you can make me come.”