I decided to take appropriate action; my hand moved onto her leg, and started to trace it's way up under her skirt. I could feel her move, to allow my hand better access to her privates. I stopped for a second; It just came to me that she wasn't wearing any panties at all, and that my fingers were touching her moist,dripping vulva. As I probed her canal with one of my fingers, i could hear my zipper being undone and feel my throbbing member being taken out of its restraints. after a few moments, we were both masterbating each other, while the actors got into it on the screen. We looked at each other, and must of thought the same thing....no one was looking and the theater wasn't really packed... She got up and sat down on my lap. I could feel her hands guiding my pulsing rod inside of her dripping mound. As it was going in, she let out a low moan, realizing that she dare not draw any attention to us. Finally, she was sitting completely on my lap, with my rod completely buried inside her. we started to rotate our hips, grinding ourselves together as the movie was going on. Everytime that the something exotic was happening on the screen, we'd both be turned on by it and change our rhythms to match the feelings. After a few moments, we both built ourselves up -- maybe due to the excitement of being caught in the theater, or just doing it in a non-private place. Our bodies trembled, as we both started to drench each other with our respective juices. when the trembling stopped, i reached in my pocket for a hanky, and we disengaged ourselves. I cleaned myself up, as she reached into her purse for some napkins for herself. We both continued to watch the movie, finding that it was interesting that no one caught us in the act. After the movie was over, we left the theater. This would be a night that we'd both remember...

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