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Since my initial foray into public masturbation(See part 1- link above) I’d enjoyed a number of extremely good orgasms. These included a few close shaves and to be clear, I’m not referring to my pubes which remained untrimmed (and have done ever since). I mean close shaves, as in nearly being caught in the act. There were also a few occasions where I suspect I may have been rumbled but nothing was said, so it’s hard to be certain.
One such time was in the cinema. Not particularly imaginative I know, but it was winter and there were a lack of indoor public places where I could indulge myself.
It was in fact my boyfriend (now husband) who’d suggested it. I think he enjoyed watching me almost as much as I enjoyed pleasuring myself. As I’d planned on wanking during the film, I’d taken off my knickers in the loo before-hand for easy access. It was the first time I’d been knicker less in public, which was a thrill in itself, I could feel the moistness welling between my lips before we even sat down.
We waited until the last minute to take our seats and chose an empty row.
The film was Ghost Busters II, which was a bit naff, it was also at the end of its run, so we knew the cinema would be fairly empty.
We found a good spot in an empty row of about 10 seats at the side of the auditorium. The rows immediately in front and behind were also empty. It seemed like a safe spot. However, a few minutes into the film a man, aged around 30, sat down in the row in front, just a few seats to our left. He was closer than I’d have liked, but I still reckoned I could get myself off unnoticed. Of course, his proximity added to the risk of being caught, which in turn added to the anticipation.
About 20 minutes into the film I began rubbing myself gently through the fabric of my skirt, increasing speed and pressure as my excitement grew. I could feel my warm juices through the fabric. I pulled the hem up, so I could slide my hand between my legs. I was even wetter than I’d realised. I rubbed myself eagerly, until I was on the brink of an orgasm, then eased off, barely touching myself for a while, running my fingers through my moist curls for a bit, teasing myself, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm then stopping, just the point of no return. I edged like this for most of the film.
My boyfriend had put his arm around me easing it up inside my jumper, and under my top. His finger-tips caressed nipples, which were as hard as I knew his cock was. His fondling became more eager, and less cautious.He gradually undid more buttons eventually pulling my jumper up and over my tits.
The more I edged, the more difficult it was to stop myself coming. During one of these moments, teetering the precipice of orgasm , the man in front stood up quite suddenly. As he did, he glanced over his shoulder in our direction. It was dark of course, apart from the flickering light from the screen, so I’ve no idea exactly what he could see, if anything. We both froze. There I was, tits out, legs apart, skirt up with no knickers, my fingers nestling shamelessly in my slippery wet gash. I was mortified yet, exhilarated. I’ve no way of knowing for sure if he saw what I was up to, but I strongly suspect he did. He sidled slowly along the row, perhaps shocked, perhaps embarrassed, perhaps with a hard-on, and slipped out of the exit.
“Do you think he saw?” My boyfriend whispered.
“I’m not sure”. I panted.
“I hope he did!” He breathed.
I continued to rub myself more feverishly, pushing two fingers deep inside my hot, wet aching hole. I was dangerously close to coming, the thought that I might have just been seen pushing me even closer to the edge.
A few minutes later the stranger returned, holding a drink. As his silhouetted form shuffled slowly back along the row towards his seat, I observed his head was titled slightly, as if he were stealing a sidelong glance in our direction. It was hard to be sure, but it felt as if he was. It was exhilarating, I opened my legs wider and groaned deeply, as my fingers circled my swollen clit. My panting and moans of pleasure were masked by the soundtrack, but I suspect they were loud enough for him to have heard.
As he sat back down, I felt my core stiffen, I was over the edge with no chance of preveting the imminent surge of unbridled pleasure. My head span and I struggled to stifle my grunts and gasps of delight, my body exploded into spasms of ecstasy.
I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but it left me exhausted. I slumped back into my seat and covered myself up. I spent the rest of the film, wondering if the man a few seats away had seen me. Did he have a hard on, thinking about what he’s witnessed? Was he desperate to get home and tug himself off, replaying the spectacle of the girl in the row behind legs apart, openly fingering her hairy, wet, cunt?
I hope he saw everything!
Since my initial foray into public masturbation(See part 1- link above) I’d enjoyed a number of extremely good orgasms. These included a few close shaves and to be clear, I’m not referring to my pubes which remained untrimmed (and have done ever since). I mean close shaves, as in nearly being caught in the act. There were also a few occasions where I suspect I may have been rumbled but nothing was said, so it’s hard to be certain.
One such time was in the cinema. Not particularly imaginative I know, but it was winter and there were a lack of indoor public places where I could indulge myself.
It was in fact my boyfriend (now husband) who’d suggested it. I think he enjoyed watching me almost as much as I enjoyed pleasuring myself. As I’d planned on wanking during the film, I’d taken off my knickers in the loo before-hand for easy access. It was the first time I’d been knicker less in public, which was a thrill in itself, I could feel the moistness welling between my lips before we even sat down.
We waited until the last minute to take our seats and chose an empty row.
The film was Ghost Busters II, which was a bit naff, it was also at the end of its run, so we knew the cinema would be fairly empty.
We found a good spot in an empty row of about 10 seats at the side of the auditorium. The rows immediately in front and behind were also empty. It seemed like a safe spot. However, a few minutes into the film a man, aged around 30, sat down in the row in front, just a few seats to our left. He was closer than I’d have liked, but I still reckoned I could get myself off unnoticed. Of course, his proximity added to the risk of being caught, which in turn added to the anticipation.
About 20 minutes into the film I began rubbing myself gently through the fabric of my skirt, increasing speed and pressure as my excitement grew. I could feel my warm juices through the fabric. I pulled the hem up, so I could slide my hand between my legs. I was even wetter than I’d realised. I rubbed myself eagerly, until I was on the brink of an orgasm, then eased off, barely touching myself for a while, running my fingers through my moist curls for a bit, teasing myself, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm then stopping, just the point of no return. I edged like this for most of the film.
My boyfriend had put his arm around me easing it up inside my jumper, and under my top. His finger-tips caressed nipples, which were as hard as I knew his cock was. His fondling became more eager, and less cautious.He gradually undid more buttons eventually pulling my jumper up and over my tits.
The more I edged, the more difficult it was to stop myself coming. During one of these moments, teetering the precipice of orgasm , the man in front stood up quite suddenly. As he did, he glanced over his shoulder in our direction. It was dark of course, apart from the flickering light from the screen, so I’ve no idea exactly what he could see, if anything. We both froze. There I was, tits out, legs apart, skirt up with no knickers, my fingers nestling shamelessly in my slippery wet gash. I was mortified yet, exhilarated. I’ve no way of knowing for sure if he saw what I was up to, but I strongly suspect he did. He sidled slowly along the row, perhaps shocked, perhaps embarrassed, perhaps with a hard-on, and slipped out of the exit.
“Do you think he saw?” My boyfriend whispered.
“I’m not sure”. I panted.
“I hope he did!” He breathed.
I continued to rub myself more feverishly, pushing two fingers deep inside my hot, wet aching hole. I was dangerously close to coming, the thought that I might have just been seen pushing me even closer to the edge.
A few minutes later the stranger returned, holding a drink. As his silhouetted form shuffled slowly back along the row towards his seat, I observed his head was titled slightly, as if he were stealing a sidelong glance in our direction. It was hard to be sure, but it felt as if he was. It was exhilarating, I opened my legs wider and groaned deeply, as my fingers circled my swollen clit. My panting and moans of pleasure were masked by the soundtrack, but I suspect they were loud enough for him to have heard.
As he sat back down, I felt my core stiffen, I was over the edge with no chance of preveting the imminent surge of unbridled pleasure. My head span and I struggled to stifle my grunts and gasps of delight, my body exploded into spasms of ecstasy.
I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but it left me exhausted. I slumped back into my seat and covered myself up. I spent the rest of the film, wondering if the man a few seats away had seen me. Did he have a hard on, thinking about what he’s witnessed? Was he desperate to get home and tug himself off, replaying the spectacle of the girl in the row behind legs apart, openly fingering her hairy, wet, cunt?
I hope he saw everything!
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