Posted by red on February 23rd, 2006 in Girl Sex, Sex

And there we were, in the back row of the theatre, lips locked in a passionate, melding embrace. Her hands in my hair; my hands darting up her shirt to her soft, silky back…

There were few others in the theatre; the movie was not very good and had been already playing for a few weeks. There was a couple one section over and a few rows up, and another on the exact opposite side of the theatre. We had decent privacy. Anyone looking our way would see we were all over each other – but not what we were doing, exactly…

As Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta Jones pranced around on the large screen before us, my lips were sliding hungrily along her collar bone and soft nape. My hands strayed southwards, snaking down the front of her pants and into her panties. She gasped out with a light gasp in my ear as I wiggled my finger and down into the pulsating hot wetness of her pussy.

On screen, Zorro left ‘Z’ marks on his targets, swiping back and forth with mesmerizing consistency. I mimic the motion with my index finger – back and forth across her piercing and over her clit. Her lips stray up my neck toward my ear; her breathing is getting ragged and uneven. I can feel her building excitement coursing through her body – making her throb and shake and shudder on my arms.

She comes, arching her back forward and quieting her instinctual moans. She squirts onto my hand and onto her jeans – a wet spot on her pants and on the movie seat. I hold her and suppress a giggle – she’s smiling from ear to ear and breathing with slightly controlled raggedness now. Her lips find mine as she snuggles close and we let our attention momentarily drift back to the movie…