The sun was a merciless beast that noon, beating down on the pavement like a drum, driving everyone indoors. I, Jungle, was no exception. I ducked into the cool, dark haven of the cinema, my thin T-shirt clinging to my sweaty skin, my nipples hard and visible through the fabric. My miniskirt was hitched up high, the heat making me bold, and I went commando, the slightest brush of the fabric against my pussy sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the eyes of the man behind the counter, Abin, on me as I bought my ticket. I saw the bulge in his board shorts grow, and I smirked to myself. I liked the power I had over him, the way he couldn't take his eyes off me.
We ended up sitting next to each other in the dimly lit theater, the air cool and thick with anticipation. The movie started, but I couldn't focus on the screen. I could feel Abin's eyes on me, his breath hot on my neck. I turned to him, giving him an encouraging smile. He took the hint, his hand sliding up my leg, his fingers tracing the edge of my skirt. I bit my lip, my pussy already wet with excitement.
His fingers found their way under my skirt, sliding into my pussy with ease. I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as he began to finger me, his thumb rubbing slow circles around my clit. "You're so wet," he whispered, his voice husky. I could only moan in response, my hips bucking against his hand.
I leaned over, my hand finding the bulge in his board shorts. I could feel his dick, hard and ready, and I licked my lips. I undid the drawstring, freeing his cock, and took him into my mouth. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as I began to suck him off, my tongue swirling around his tip. I could taste his pre-cum, salty and sweet, and I moaned around his dick, the vibration making him shudder.
He pulled me off him, his eyes wild with desire. He pushed me back into my seat, kneeling down in front of me. He lifted my skirt, his eyes feasting on my pussy. He leaned in, his tongue finding my clit, and I cried out, my hands gripping the arms of the chair. He began to finger me, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
He pulled away, his eyes locking onto mine. He lifted me up, sitting me gently on his lap. His hands found my breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I moaned, my head falling back as he began to suck on my neck, his hands never stopping their exploration of my body.
I reached down, guiding his dick to my pussy. I sank down onto him, both of us moaning as he filled me completely. We began to move, our bodies finding a rhythm that matched the soundtrack of the movie. I rode him, my hips grinding against his, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me down onto him harder and harder.
We fucked like that throughout the movie, our bodies slick with sweat, our moans and gasps drowned out by the sound of the film. I could feel another orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his dick. He groaned, his fingers digging into my ass, his hips bucking up into me.
As the credits began to roll, the lights flickering back on, he reluctantly pulled out of me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, and I smirked, leaning in to kiss him. "I'm not done with you yet," I whispered, giving him an address. "Meet me there later. I promise, we'll have more fun."
He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "I'll be there," he promised, his voice husky. I could feel his dick hardening again, and I laughed, standing up. I adjusted my skirt, my pussy still throbbing, and walked out of the theater, leaving him wanting more. I knew he would be there later, and I couldn't wait to fuck him again. I was already wet just thinking about it, my pussy aching for his touch. I knew he would give me what I wanted, and I couldn't wait to give him what he wanted in return. It was going to be a long, hot night.