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The Movies
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I went to see a great movie at the dollar theater this morning. It had gotten some pretty good reviews, and I missed it the first time around, as a new release. I've been intrigued by John Dillinger most of my life, so when I saw that there was this new movie about the last eighteen months of his life I had to go. I figured the Saturday morning show wouldn't be too crowded, not at a second-run theater. I wanted a fairly empty theater so that I could focus on the film. I wanted to see how accurate the filmmakers were, how true to his life the film was.
I got to the theater early, about fifteen minutes before the 10:45 start. I bought the necessary buttered popcorn, small diet soda, and of course, the box of chocolate covered raisins. I entered the stadium-seating theater and picked out the perfect seat: middle of the row with my line of sight just above the screen's vertical center. Perfect. I watched all the behind-the-scenes clips and a few commercials (aren't commercials at home bad enough? Do I have to sit through commercials when I'm paying for the show?) A few people trickled in, sitting down lower than me, thankfully, so that I wouldn't hear them chatting or crunching their popcorn.
The lights went down and the commercials were over...finally. A few more trailers, and info about turning off cell phones, and my movie would finally begin. In the faint light of the theater, I saw someone walking up the steps, up toward me, up to the top of the theater. Why? And he had a big tub of popcorn. He had better be a quiet chewer. I watched as the late arriver selected my row, and not even on the aisle. He sat halfway between me and the aisle. Really? In a 90-seat theater with only seven seats filled, why would someone essentially sit beside me, just a few seats to my right? At least he was beside me instead of in front of me, stadium seating or not.
The movie began, and I was glad to see it got right into the action, not messing with back-story. I knew Dillinger's history already. I wanted action.
I saw the man beside me looking at me from time to time. Or, as much as I could see in the darkened theater. I noticed it a few times. I began to forget about the movie and think about him.
During a particularly bright scene in the movie, I caught his attention. While he watched, I unzipped my pants and let out a slight sigh. I glanced to my right and I could tell he knew what I was going to do.
The screen became bright again with an outdoor daytime scene. Just enough light. Yes, he was watching me. Nice.
I really wanted to focus on the movie, but knowing he was watching was so hot. My legs were spread, and my right hand was slowly stroking my pussy.
Dillinger had just entered another bank. It is amazing to me how polite he always was to the public in the bank. Sure, the people had to be scared. Who wouldn't be with all those guns? But he never hurt the public, never even took their money. I wonder if that will be mentioned in the movie. During a jail escape, Johnny Depp's Dillinger did mention something about no kidnapping because the public didn't like that.
I turned back to my right to see if I was still being watched. I heard the movie proceeding, but it wasn't holding my attention now that I had my own audience. I had slouched down in my seat and slid my pants off. I propped my feet up on the row in front of me.
My left hand moved to my breasts. I was so very, very turned on. Why did the movie have to be so dark? Couldn't there be bright, sunshiny scenes? How could he see what I was doing in the dark when he was down the row from me?
I lifted my shirt up. I pinched my left nipple, grabbed my tit, pulled and twisted. And my right hand was still working between my legs.
I could hear Dillinger telling someone on the screen not to worry, that he didn't want that man's money but only the bank's money. Yes, they included something about that side of him. Good...but I needed to cum.
I was panting a bit, a few light moans. Theaters were so loud these days. Didn't theater owners ever plan for this, a gal wanting the man in her row to hear her masturbating? I wanted to get his attention, to KNOW that he was watching me.
I slipped off my panties and tossed them down the row to him. He picked them up... I wanted him to move closer to me, but he didn't budge. I'd have to make larger movements for him to really see me.
I removed my top. Oh my god. I was in a public movie theater, no more than six seats from a stranger, and all I was wearing was a bra and my shoes. Might as well remove everything, right? I had no idea this would happen at the theater today, but I was enjoying every bit of it.
I was really going at it. My seat was rocking, each squeak accompanied by a moan from my lips. There was a big shoot-out on screen and...yes, yes, yes! I was cumming. Thank god for all those bullets, hiding my scream from the rest of the theatergoers. But, did he hear me?
I think he must have heard me. When I looked back down the row, he was rubbing his cock over his jeans. Ooh, wait. I heard the faint sound of a zipper going down.
I reached onto the seat to my left and dug through my purse in the dark. I pulled out my dildo and sucked on it, lubing it up. I repositioned myself, carefully balancing one leg on each arm of my seat, my ass resting on the edge of the now-upturned seat bottom. I rested my left hand behind my left foot on the armrest and inserted the dildo into my pussy with my right hand. I bounced up and down on it.
The movie was louder now, another shootout. Special Agent Melvin Purvis was shooting one of Baby Face Nelson's men. I looked at my neighbor and saw that he had taken his hard cock out of his jeans and was finally stroking it.
I turned around, facing the back of the theater. My dildo had a suction cup on the bottom; I licked it and positioned the dildo on one of the armrests. I put a foot on the two seat bottoms, straddling the imitation cock. How I wished it had been my neighbor's cock. I turned in my seat and watched him as I lowered my very wet cunt down onto my dildo.
I rode that thing hard. I was grabbing the back of the seats tightly and riding hard and fast.
I heard Purvis talking to the Lady in Red. The movie was almost over. Did I really spend the entire movie masturbating? Did I miss the film I had waited so long to see?
I was rocking and riding and fucking myself hard. He was stroking fast now. I was groaning and moaning. I was cumming again. I watched as he groped around on the floor while still stroking. He picked up his tub of popcorn and shot his cum into it. Mmm, buttered popcorn indeed.
The movie ended and the six other moviegoers exited the theater. I got dressed but saw him sitting there, not moving. He watched every movement I made, his tired cock still in his hand. I smiled at him. Instead of exiting by the aisle to my left, I walked his way, to the other aisle. His cock looked like it was coming back to life.
I leaned down over him; first sticking my tits in my face then placing my lips on his. "I hoped you enjoyed the show, Darling."
I left then, before he could even respond. I had been excited about seeing a movie about Dillinger, and now all I could think about was him drilling me.
I guess I'll try watching the movie another time. And I'll have different, exciting thoughts when someone mentions John Dillinger, Public Enemy Number One now.
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