The theater was dark as we walked in. The lights were already dimmed. The previews had already started. As I looked around I noticed that it was fairly empty, which surprised me due to the reviews I had read.

I cast a glance at you. Your long red hair pinned up loosely on your head, random curls tumbling down around your shoulders. Your black dress hugging your amazing curves. The low cut neckline showing off your copious amounts of cleavage. Your tall heeled boots lifting your tiny frame closer to my height. Standing there like you have no idea how fucking sexy you are, your fingers loosely looped through mine. Your green eyes flitting across the room, then meeting my gaze. A smile lighting your perfect lips, before your teeth bite your bottom lip. My pulse quickens in response. You know exactly what you do to me. Good Lord. That lip bite. I think to myself, as I realize we need to find seats still.

I tug gently on your hand as I head to an emptier part of the theater. You like to be in the middle of it all, but tonight I’m getting my way. You look at me quizzically, knowing that I am well aware of what you want. Tossing you a sexy grin and winking, I carry on to the seats I had picked out. You pause briefly in protest, as we near our spot. Turning to you I reach out and cradle your cheek in my hand, my thumb running across your bottom lip. I hear your breath catch a little, your eyelids dropping a notch. Your eyes locking onto mine. I know you understand my wish now.

We make our way to our seats, close to the middle of the theater, but up a few rows from where everyone else is sitting. I sit down in my seat, and look in your direction. Your short dress riding up as you sit down. I bite my bottom lip and stifle a moan as the lacey top of your black stockings peaks out from under your dress, which I now see are attached to your red garter belt. You look at me and raise an eyebrow, crossing your legs so your dress rides up even higher. God, you are so fucking sexy…. and you know how to get me going. A quiet moan escaping my lips.

You toss me a playful grin, trailing a slender finger from your chin, down your throat and across your luscious cleavage. Your carefully done nail catching the neckline of your dress and tugging it down slightly. A flash of red lace letting me know you are wearing the matching bra to your garter belt. I squirm in my chair. Fucking hell, the things you do to me. Your hand reaching out and snagging a lock of my long, wavy black hair. You cock an eyebrow at me as you twirl my hair around your finger and tugged gently.

You lean towards me, your lips next to my ear. I can feel your breathe lightly caressing my skin, making me shiver. “So, why are we sitting back here, sexy?” you ask, a sultry note in your voice.

A playful smile curving my lips, as I reach out and lightly trail my nails down your leg. My fingers halting their journey as they meet the lacey edge of your stockings. I hear you moan softly as my finger follows the lace, sliding under your dress towards your inner thigh. You uncross your legs, granting me the access to your inner sanctum. My fingers finding the soft skin of your thighs, caressing, trailing. I can feel the heat emanating from you.

I shift in my seat, your hand slipping from the strand of hair you were toying with, to resting on my shoulder, your nail biting my skin gently as my hand slides up higher. I moan quietly when my fingers brush skin, where you panties would normally be.

You pull yourself together enough to lean over and whisper in my ear, “For you…..”

“Or you…” I counter easily, as my fingers slide, brushing against the most intimate part of you.

You gasp a little, your eyes sliding shut, your head tipping back. A wicked grin flashing across my lips before they settle on your neck, nipping and toying with your skin. Trailing kisses down across your cleavage, my mouth stopping for a brief moment, my tongue swirling and tantalizing your delicate flesh. Satisfied briefly with my taste of you, my mouth moves on, settling over your nipple through your dress. Blowing my hot breath through the layers of your clothes.

Your hands move to tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth closer you arch against me. I hear laughter erupt in the theater at a funny part of the movie, but I could care less at this point. I’m busy. My vixen has my attention, and it is not wavering.

My fingers sliding down your wet slit. You are dripping. Wishing with everything in me that I could taste you right now, able to bury my face against you. Tantalizing images floating through my mind as I lift my fingers to my lips. My eyes shifting to yours. I have your full attention now as I slide my fingers into my mouth. My eyes blissfully closing. Oh God… you taste so amazing. I think as I moan softly. Letting the taste of you fill my mouth as your juices slide across my tongue.

I finish enjoying my taste of you, for the moment, and lean over, murmuring softly in your ear, “That will have to do for now, but later…. later I am devouring you.” I feel you squirm in your seat. I know that’s what you want, just as much as I do.

“God……” you say breathlessly, your words cut short by my hand sliding back down between your legs, finding what they are desiring.

Your hands gripping the arms of your seat, as my fingers find your clit… rubbing, caressing, and pleasuring. My breasts brushing against your arm as I lean over you. My mouth covering yours, swallowing a moan you can’t contain, as two of my fingers find your opening. Feeling your wetness swallow them as they slide easily inside you.

Moaning into my mouth again, you press yourself against my hand. My thumb finding your clit as my fingers enjoy your dripping pussy. You spread your legs wider now, giving me more of you. My fingers sliding in deeper, finding your g-spot. Your body quivering as my hand works its magic. My fingers sliding in and out of your wet opening, then slipping out to caress your clit. Swirling and rubbing as I feel you stepping still closer to the edge of bliss.

You are shaking uncontrollably now as you begin to teeter on the precipice, close to exploding. My free hand reaching up to pull the front of your dress down, enough to free a nipple from your bra, my mouth settling quickly over it. Sliding the length of my tongue across it, my tongue ring catching and swirling around it. Your nipple is so hard. I suck it deeply into my mouth. Your body arching into me.

You bite your lips to keep from moaning loudly, giving me a sexy muffled groan instead. My tongue trailing around your nipple, playfully biting and tugging on it, making you gasp. My eyes shifting to your face, while my fingers works your clit, your nipple in my mouth. Biting your bottom lip, your head is tipped back, eyes closed, lost.

I know my mouth will need yours shortly. You’re going to explode. For now though, I continue to enjoy your nipple. My hand taking its turn inside you and then rubbing your clit, driving you ever closer to the edge.

“Oh God……” your voice trailing off as you start trembling even more, “I…..”

My mouth deftly moving to yours, kissing you deeply, our tongues dancing together. My fingers sliding inside you again, feeling you clench around me tightly. You’re right there, I feel it. I move my fingers to your clit one final time, then slide them back inside you, finding your g-spot. You’re gone.

I can feel the waves of ecstasy crashing through your body, as you plunge over the precipice. Falling. Your body trembling. My mouth swallowing your moans. My free hand tangling in your hair, and tugging, pulling you closer. My fingers buried inside of you as you cum.

The waves coming harder and stronger and my fingers move inside you. You hands clenching the arms of your seat. Your hips lifting up, as your body archs off your chair. I slide my fingers out, moving to rub your clit. Your body sinking back into your chair as your climax recedes. The waves slowing, your body relaxing.

I lighten my mouth on yours, and you playfully bite my bottom lip, giggling. You reach up and run your fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes sparkling. God. Your body jolts as my fingers slide across your clit one final time. I smile knowingly at you and lift my fingers to my mouth again. Taking pleasure in watching your nostrils flare as I taste you on my fingertips.

You giggle again as you realize how disheveled you are, pulling your skirt down. I reach over and pull it back up, enough for me to see the top of your stockings. I trail my fingers lightly, back and forth over the lace. You shiver and bite your lip.

Leaning over, I whisper in your ear yet again, “Oh honey, I’m not even close to done with you…. trust me…” I nip at your ear lightly, tugging on your lobe.

“Oh fuck.” comes your breathless reply.

I reach over and slip my fingers through yours. I glance down at some of the people watching the movie and realize they are looking in our direction. I grin at them, unsure of how much they have seen, but realize they are staring at you. I glance over at you and realize you forgot to fix the top of your dress. Your glorious breast still out, your nipple still hard. I lean over and flick my tongue across it. I hear a chorus of husky exclamations from the direction of the guys whose attention we have attracted. I hear you moan. I smile up at you and wink.

“That….” I say, leaning to swirl my tongue around your nipple one more time, causing you to bite your lip, “…needs put away too.” I tip my head in the direction of the gawkers.

You blush a deep red and hurriedly right your dress. Once you have settled, your hands folded in your lap, I look down at our audience again. The wife of one of the men notices her husband isn’t paying attention and elbows him hard, shooting a hostile look in our direction. I snort. The other guys with him start laughing. I wink at them and grin. He hurriedly turns back to the movie, while his buddies reluctantly follow suit.

I lean over and kiss your cheek, still flushed with heat. “Sweetie, how about we leave early? I would love to get home. Now.” I send you a heated look, and stand, pulling you to your feet.

Looking up into my blue eyes, you grin your impish grin. Standing on your tippy toes you lean over and whisper in my ear “My turn…”

Purposefully, you take my hand and lead me out of the theater.

Home. Now.