Night at the movies

Saturday nights, the better movies are usually packed with very few open seats. I waited until it was fairly full and found a seat between two women in their late 30's or early 40's. From past experience, I have found they are the most open to having a little hidden fun during the movie. I am 38 and single so I can get out to the movies quite often.

As soon as the theater is dark, I shift to one side of my seat, causing my hip and thigh to reach the edge of the seat next to me. If one side does not get results, I will switch to the other side. This particular theater is my favorite because there is no barrier under the armrests between the seats. At least 30% of the time, I come away a winning experience. I keep a coat folded on my lap to block the view of anyone sitting on my opposite side and to hide my hand rubbing my dick if I have a successful evening.

On this night, there was a couple to my right with the husband 2 seats over and his wife next to me. She appeared Puerto Rican with lovely bronze skin, short brown hair and pale blue eye makeup. She was wearing a tight sleeveless top which highlighted her large breasts (34c) and a pleated skirt that was 3-4 inches above her knee. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and she was wearing an intoxicating perfume. Before the movie started, I kept staring at her gorgeous legs and the little bit of thigh her skirt revealed. Her husband was on the heavy side and sex had probably stopped being exciting years earlier. This is the best conditions I have found for my movie nights.

When the movie started, she was leaning against her husband leaving 6 inches between her and the edge of her seat next to me. I was not hopeful but I was praying the situation would move in my favor once the movie started. I shifted my hip and thigh so I was under the armrest and by the edge of her seat. After about 10 minutes, just as I thought nothing would happen, she shifted positions and moved her hip and leg all the way to our joint armrest. Her hip and beginning of her thigh came firmly into contact with me and I could feel the heat of her through my thin cotton pants. I did not move a muscle for a minute to allow her to get used to the contact and to try not and scare her away. After a few minutes, I moved a little bit to test the waters and see if she would hold her position. My hip moved slightly against her outer leg, near her hip, and to my relief she did not move away. I was thrilled knowing that I probably had a woman who was excited by the anonymous contact from this hidden and dangerous game. She also had a coat which she folded up and put on top of her lap. This act gave got me hard as it confirmed that she would probably go along with the game.

After a few minutes more, she crossed her leg away from me and slid and leaned even further with her hip and thigh toward my seat. As the theater lightened and darkened from the film, I could see that her skirt was pulled back from her crossed leg next to me, 3/4 of the way up her thigh. Over the top of her leg, her jacket covered her legs hiding how far back her skirt had slid. The side of her skirt was about 6 inches from her panties and was open to my view when the movie had well lighted scenes. My heart was pounding because my entire previous movie rubbing had been with women with pants or shorts.

I shifted my position slightly moving my right hand to on top of my thigh while maintaining our hips in contact. I kept moving a little forward and back rubbing against her hip and she occasionally pressed a bit against me. I realized that if I shifted forward a bit and pulled up my socks, when I slid back in my seat, I could move her skirt back a few inches more inches with my hip. If she kept her position after all this movement, I knew she was a full player and I was going to get off in the process. As I slid back, her skirt did move back another 3 inches and she glanced over at me and down at her legs for a moment. To my great relief, she held her position against me.

Over a few minutes, I allowed my hand to slide down the outer side of my thigh just below my hip. With her leg crossed away from me, and my hand hidden from view by the coats on our laps, it would be up to her to make the next move. Rubbing hips or thighs is safe but hand contact I an reluctant to initiate. Even from the side in a darkened theater, I can tell when someone is looking down and I could see she saw my hand was positioned next to her seat. A minute later, she uncrossed her legs, causing the side of her thigh to press firmly against the back of my hand. At this moment, she let out an audible sigh, one of dozen that happened throughout the movie. I was also having trouble breathing from the adrenalin that was coursing through my body once her thigh was against my hand. I waited for a minute before ever so slightly moving allowing the back of my fingers to brush against the bare skin of her thigh. My dick was leaking precum and my left hand was busy massaging my dick under my coat. I had been in this position before, but never with a woman dressed in a skirt. After a few minutes, I started sliding the back of my fingers up and down on her skin in slightly larger movements. After about 5 minutes, with my heart ready to explode and my dick throbbing, her hand moved down and onto my hand with two of her fingers going inside my hand. She slowly lifted my hand from between our thighs and gently rested it on top of her thigh only inches from her crotch. My arm was now passing over the armrest but hidden by her body and the coat. Thankfully, I was wearing a black shirt which hid my arm position. Her coat was off to her husband's side of her lap and her skirt was pulled back to her panties as my hand was positioned by her hand only inches from her crotch. I came in jolting spasms as the inside of my hand and the tip of little finger found the edge of her cotton panties. I was coming in globs inside my pants with my left hand rubbing my dickhead into heaven. For a minute, I massaged myself through spasm after spasm trying not to breathe too loudly and attract attention. I think she knew I was coming because she kept squeezing my hand as if in support of my orgasm.

After I finished coming and regained by breath, she moved my hand another few inches so my fingers were fully in contact with her panties. Fortunately, they were cotton panties with very loose elastic. With a little work, I slid my fingers under the elastic from the side and into the dense bush of her love nest. As I slid my hand down toward her slit, I could feel her spread her legs slightly allowing me better access. Her slit was soaked and as juicy and slippery as I had ever experienced. 25 minutes of forbidden foreplay can work wonders for anyone. I found the knob of her clit and slowly started massaging it in circles with firm but even pressure. Her hand was on the back of my wrist. After about 3-4 minutes, her hand started squeezing my wrist and her nails started to press into my skin. I knew she was getting ready to come and a few moments later I felt the quaking contractions of her orgasm. I continued to rub her knob and I dipped my middle finger partly into her slit, in and out, and she came. Fortunately, she held off on her orgasm until there was a very prolonged and extremely car action scene which had the whole crowd riveted to the screen and hid her masked but still obvious body jerks as she came and came again. I think she must have had 5 orgasms before she pulled my hand up off her slit. I thought it was the end, but she kept my hand on her bush but off her slit for 15 minutes. Then, by moving my wrist, she pushed my hand back over her slit and I rubbed her into heaven again.

She never touched me but I had taken care of this myself. After the film ended, as we were waiting to exit the row, I discreetly placed my business card in her hand. She looked down and glanced back at me with a smile before following her husband out to the aisle. When they reached to lobby, our eyes made contact and we exchanged wonderful smiles and slight nods. About a week later, she called me and we talked about the experience. She had never had anything like that happen before and I lied, and told her the same thing. I suggested that we repeat the experience once a month until it was no longer thrilling. She agreed and said she could get out occasionally on her own. The next meeting was mutually "satisfying" to say the least.

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