Jane's Encounter in the Movie Theater by Christine Oram
Jane was at a loose end. She felt bored and depressed. She had broken up with her boyfriend only a few months ago. It was a warm afternoon, and she decided to take in a film. Jane was not used to going to the movies on her own, but she needed a distraction from her racing emotions somewhere where she could be solitary, but also distracted from the thoughts circulating in her mind.
When she arrived at the theater, the line for the ticket counter was longer than usual and she shifted her feet impatiently as she waited, keenly feeling her singleton status. Looking around she noticed in the line behind her three young girls. They were hard to miss because they were making a lot of noise, laughing, and giggling. Jane found them annoying. They looked like high school students, and she guessed they were juniors or seniors. One of them had pale green eyes that seemed to keep looking at her, and short, blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of scruffy Capri pants and high heels. She was in animated conversation with a pretty Asian girl who was wearing a tiny denim miniskirt that showed off some very shapely legs. The third girl in the group spent most of her time laughing loudly. Her jeans were breathtakingly tight, and she was wearing a white T shirt, that closely hugged her teenage breasts.
The girls kept looking over at Jane, continuing their giggling and conspiratorial whispering. They were clearly good friends. The Asian girl with the great legs seemed to gesture towards Jane and then whispered to the other two. A peal of laughter rang out. Jane turned away trying to ignore them. What the hell do they find so funny, she thought.
Now, dear reader, it seems the right time to introduce our heroine to you, and to tell you what it would be like to see Jane in that cinema line although, as you will learn, perhaps a less loaded, more neutral label such as protagonist is a better fit. One thing is for certain, you would notice her. Jane is a beautiful, 30-year-old brunette with striking light brown eyes, all of five foot eight inches tall with an extraordinary figure. Strong shoulders that taper down to a slim waist and a tight, round backside. Toned legs with strong, dancer's calves. Perfectly proportioned breasts. A confident, sexy, demeanor. A voice that could probably seduce and tame a raging lion, her face striking in its beauty. People who know her have likened her to Helen of Troy who launched all those ships, or Delilah who seduced Samson, or to a film noir femme fatale. She has been compared to a siren, leading those afflicted with her charms into years of torment.
Anyway, on this warm spring night imagination was not required since anyone could see her beautiful body clearly as she was wearing a tight, gray minidress. Even casual observers could enjoy her pert ass moving under her dress, her 3-inch heeled sandals accentuating the glorious curves of her legs. Her bare skin lightly tanned with every inch of her fit and hard to stunning effect. Her medium sized breasts wonderfully revealed under her stretchy, cotton dress. To summarize, Jane is astounding and a lot of eyes, both male and female, looked her over with interest, lust, envy, or jealousy, or any mix of these emotions as she stood waiting to get her ticket.
At last, she reached the head of the line and taking her ticket, she entered the theater. As she walked down the corridor, she had heard someone behind her say. "Look at that ass!" Jane was used to this kind of thing, and although she hated too much attention, she did not want to be unnoticed either. She liked to be liked. She picked a seat two thirds of the way back from the screen. The theater was almost empty. She settled in the seat, pulling the hem of her dress down over her bare thighs.
Her mind drifted back to when she had last been to this cinema with her boyfriend. They had snuggled and made out a little in the back and there was an empty feeling in her stomach when she remembered all that she had lost. I'm better off without him, she said, but she knew she was not being altogether honest with herself. She missed him and their companionship. Jane needs love, attention, and particularly sex to function properly in the world. She was missing the inner warmth that comes from knowing someone cares and wants you and she missed the sex. Jane was very interested in sex and liked it frequently. During the last few months of their relationship all of these had been lacking. Her bitterness at her former fiancé was deep and would be lasting. Now there was no one.
Her friend Jill, who until recently had been a work colleague, had commiserated. Jill was a lesbian in an intense long-term relationship. She had never forgotten seeing Jane for the first time when she had started at the company five years ago. She arrived on her first day wearing a short skirted, stylish, gray suit with fishnet stockings and heels. She was the only woman she knew who wore fishnets to work. She looked wonderful. A fit, athletic beauty, unapologetically sexy but modest about it too. Sometime Jill wondered if someone might tell her that with her powerful sexuality, she was contravening the office dress code. But of course, no one did. She was popular, acted professionally, and was a solid worker, and her attractiveness was hardly her fault.
Jill was not surprised to learn that Jane was in a relationship with a man, so she was a hopeless cause for her, or so she thought. But really, who could resist such a woman? Her presence brightened Jill's days at work. For a few years they had been good friends. Jane knew that Jill was not just interested in her mind, but she never let it worry her. Jill thought there were depths to Jane that she was unable to fathom. Sometimes Jane figured in her dreams, and she was astonished when Jane once mentioned in passing that Jill had been in one of hers. Her fantasies were brought down to earth with a bump when Jane announced her engagement to her boyfriend.
Jill moved to another job, regretting having to say goodbye to Jane. Then one day she heard she had broken up with her fiancé. They caught up shortly afterwards and Jane made light of the breakup, although she confessed, she really missed the sex. Jill looked into her brown eyes. "A beautiful body is a shame to waste." Jane smiled and replied. "Jill, thanks but no thanks. I'm not ready." Jill had never really expected anything to happen between them and they left it at that. Jane had known for ages that Jill wanted her, but she had never been with a woman. As she had said, she was not ready for such a radical change in her life. At the time she thought she never would be. In the months since that conversation, however, she couldn't help but wonder what it might be like. The breakup had shaken her to the core, despite her apparent nonchalance.
Her reverie was interrupted by the three girls she had noticed in the line. The Asian girl in the denim skirt asked. "Hi. Do you mind if we sit next to you?" They were all looking at Jane. The blonde was smiling. Jane had not realized she was so attractive. She felt awkward.
"Um, no, not at all. Can you get past?" Jane lifted her knees to let the girls past, but only the Asian girl squeezed through, and as she did so her fingers trailed across Jane's bare thighs. She apologized and sat on Jane's left. The other girl, the blonde in the capris, sat on her right and the brunette in the revealing jeans slipped into the seat next to the blonde. Very odd, thought Jane - why not sit altogether? She wished she had sat on the end of the row. She never thought anyone would want to sit right next to her when the theater was so empty.
"You know, you guys can sit together. I can move." She started to get up, but the blonde put her hand on her shoulder and said, "Oh don't do that, we like you. We've had a row. We hate her." She indicated the Asian girl. Jane looked at her again; she was really very pretty. Jane began to feel a little uneasy, but also slightly intrigued and nervous. Why did she say they liked her? She didn't know them at all. The blonde looked at her longer and more intently than was strictly necessary, and her hand continued to rest on Jane's shoulder. Jane flushed and nervously pulled her short dress down her thighs. It didn't do much good: the girls could see most of Jane's legs with their heels, the light reflecting off her toned thighs. The brunette, said, referring again to the pretty Asian. "Yeah, she's a fucking lesbian."
Jane looked at the Asian, so-called lesbian girl who laughed at them and sneered. "Yeah right, just because I can get whoever I want, unlike some I could mention." At the back of Jane's mind, she did indeed suspect that the Asian was speaking the truth. She really was hot, assuming you liked that sort of thing, of course.
"OK girls, can we make less noise, or I'm moving for sure." Suddenly the Asian's hand shot out and rested on Jane's bare knee. There was no doubt about it: this was not some casual gesture. She really had intentionally put her hand on her knee and it was still there. Jane could feel the girl's warm touch and it partly electrified her, but also made her very, very, nervous. The Asian girl lent over and spoke gently into her ear. "It's OK, we'll be good. Don't worry." Her voice was quiet, and Jane tensed. There was something undeniably provocative about her breathy voice.
"You can take your hand off my leg," Jane said. She hoped it sounded convincing and forceful.
"Oh sure, no problem." The hand was removed and the blonde and the brunette tittered in unison. The lights faded, and the film started. Jane looked around. The cinema was still almost empty. In fact, her row was the only one which had more than one person in it. There were a few people at the front and very few at the back third. This is where she and her group of teenagers were sitting. Why couldn't they sit somewhere else and what's with this surrounding me? Jane realized, with some horror, that no one could really see her in the dark. She wondered whether the girls might not have some scheme of their own with respect to her. She checked her bag, thinking they might be intent on stealing from it and looked around: all seemed well. The girls seemed to be looking at the film well enough and she relaxed. Maybe they in truth had temporarily fallen out with each other after some silly spat or something.
She started to muse on whether the Asian really did like women. She thought of the girl's hot little body and wondered what it would be like getting intimate with her. She concluded that she might enjoy it in her present state of mind. Then her thoughts turned back to Jill. She wondered whether she should let her try something with her next time she saw her. Jill had given up flirting with her years ago, but Jane reckoned she could rekindle her desire quite easily. After all Jill had told her how much she liked her. Jane was totally inexperienced with women, but she was not born yesterday, she knew when someone liked her for more than her personality. Jill would certainly know what to do to make it easy for a novice. Her hand flicked over her groin, and she felt herself surreptitiously through her dress by leaning forward and pushing her elbow gently into her groin on the pretense of adjusting her shoe. She tried to imagine it was Jill's hand.
She suddenly felt a hand on her knee again, but this time it was not just resting there, it was caressing and moving along her leg. She tensed and the Asian girl sensually caressed her thigh, sometimes cupping the firm flesh, sometimes moving very slowly down to feel her calf and ankle, and then sliding up the back to behind her knee. Jane felt trapped and although scared, she was aware of a sensation of heat and wetness in her panties. She wondered whether the other two girls would see the Asian caressing her leg and say something or whether it was all part of bigger plan. Jane sighed slightly and lifted her leg a little. The Asian took it as an invitation to explore some more. The hand was now higher on her thigh and the girl pushed the thin dress upwards. As her hand travelled up the smooth flesh more of Jane's upper thighs were revealed.
Jane did not know whether to say anything. She felt aroused but, equally, confused. Should she say something, or just enjoy it? What was the teen going to do next? Surely, she would not go any further.
"You have great legs. You know that don't you?" The Asian girl's voice was again very soft and right in her ear. Her hand was now creeping under the hem of the dress. Jane's thighs shifted as the hand pressed against her thigh muscles and the girl's nails gently stimulated her smooth skin.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Jane's voice was a whisper, her anxiety apparent. She felt the teen's hand on the edge of her panties and then the fingers were inside them and were fondling the top of her hip and thigh. Jane put her hand on the girl's to stop her, but she just kept at it, fighting Jane's grasp.
"Well, Miss sexy, what the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm feeling you up and I reckon I'm going to make you come too." Jane looked, amazed at the Asian girl and then suddenly the girl leaned forward and kissed Jane full on the mouth. This was no chaste girlish kiss, and Jane felt her tongue slide into the back of her mouth. She passively accepted it and then sucked it a little, as the hand in her panties reached her pubic hair. Jane let go of the probing wrist in her surprise and she let out a gasp when the teen's hand slid over her labia. She felt embarrassed at how wet she was. Her arousal seemed inexplicable to Jane in that instant, since she was both surprised, if not shocked by the girl's touch, but to the girl Jane's wetness demonstrated that this hot older woman wanted it and wanted it very badly.
"Oh god. What the fuck are you doing? Please..." Jane's moan seemed to activate the girl on her right. Jane felt another hand behind her back pulling her dress upwards and out from underneath her ass until it lay rucked up just underneath Jane's breasts. Jane's legs, panties and hard flat stomach were exposed. The girls were leaning forward looking at her.
"Christ, she's fit - just look at that body." The blonde was clearly impressed. Then Jane, still being kissed by the Asian, felt her breasts being fondled and her nipples being rubbed and twisted until they were so hard they hurt.
"No, no, for god's sake, please, don't." Jane's protests had no effect. The girls could see that Jane was getting into it, twisting her body in pleasure with no attempt to leave as their hands and fingers went to work, one girl moving her fingertips methodically over her pussy and the other leaning down and sucking her beautiful round breasts. The teens were turned on by her acceptance and subjugation and this encouraged them still more.
Jane felt yet another pair of hands on her thighs, the brunette with the tight jeans was grasping her panties and starting to pull them off.
"No, no, oh, yes, oh god..." she moaned as the Asian gently pushed two fingers into her pussy and started finger fucking her, the blonde's fingers also caressing Jane's sex. Both girls were flicking and pressing on her clitoris as the Asian girl giggled, her fingers sliding in and out of Jane's by now very wet sex. The brunette pulled Jane's panties down, her hands caressing Jane's legs on the way, then pulling them over her high heels. Jane moaned and lifted her legs allowing the brunette to completely remove the panties. The brunette squeezed down on the floor and the Asian said. "She's all yours. Let us know how she tastes."
Jane writhed with pleasure as she felt the brunette's tongue licking her sex, probing her gently as the other girls competed to caress her clit, breasts, and nipples, the Asian was sucking her lips, kissing, and licking her neck. Jane had never felt so debauched and aroused. Her mind was filled with the reality of the three sexy teens fucking her. Her submission to their domination and passion turned her on so much she began to return the kiss to the Asian with vigor and the Asian stammered as Jane held her close against her warm, hard body. "Fuck, she's a hot bitch this one. Lick and fuck her Tracey. How's she taste?"
"Mmm, gorgeous, she's so wet!" The brunette, Tracey, was licking and penetrating Jane's vagina and flicking her labia and then attending to her clitoris. Jane's body was hard, the muscles in her legs contracted, squeezing Tracey's head, poised as she was on the edge of an enormous climax. Then she started to come, the pleasure pouring over her as the girls kept up their fingering and sucking. She bucked, writhed, and gasped in pleasure and her wetness oozed over her thighs which the brunette lovingly licked up leaving them glistening in the light from the movie screen.
Jane slumped down after the orgasm was over to recover, but the girls would not let her rest. The blonde started kissing the gasping Jane on the mouth while the Asian resumed finger fucking her with a skill that suggest she had had plenty of practice. The brunette, still kneeling on the floor her face in between Jane's legs, tried to reach her asshole with her finger as the gorgeous ass shifted and lifted in pleasure. Jane felt utterly aroused, but she was also aware that she had to get out otherwise these vamps would make her scream when she came again. This would surely lead to their discovery, and then the awful embarrassment. Public sex with underage girls. Underage lesbian sex too. The thought of the humiliation and the legal penalties invaded her mind just as she was about to climax again. She kicked and fought and struggled to her feet. A few people in the rows behind got a view of her half naked figure getting up, pulling down her skimpy dress over her sweaty and cum-and-saliva slicked thighs and then pushing the blonde and Tracey, who had been sucking her, away as she struggled to escape. Tracey cried out in pain as Jane's heel stamped on her hand in the melee. Grasping her bag, she rushed, her face red with embarrassment, out of the cinema leaving the three girls in an estrogen-fueled heap in the row.
She pulled her dress down over her naked ass as she passed a bemused attendant. She rushed into the ladies' bathroom and almost fell over as her heels slipped on the wet floor. Entering a stall, she sat down on the toilet and tried to control her racing thoughts. She just had to get out of there. She was trembling in both fear and intense sexual arousal. Her pussy was still wet and oozing and she knew that she had never felt so turned on in her whole life. Her nipples were throbbing and so hard they were hurting her. Leaving the stall, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her long brown hair was disheveled and there was lipstick all over her mouth. She wondered whether it was hers or the Asian's.
She lifted her dress, and she could see her well-trimmed bush was wet with her cum and Tracey's spit. The orgasm she had had and her excitement made her body look as if she had just stepped out of a sauna.
God, I needed that, she said to herself. She realized then, of course, that she had no panties. "Shit, shit," she said out loud. She'd have to be careful going home. There must be no pussy viewing by any members of the public.
Just then the door swung open, and the three girls came in.
"Well hello sexy, we want to taste more." The brunette said it in such a practiced way Jane realized she was probably not the first to have this treatment. Her pussy moistened up again involuntarily.
"OK girls. I'm sorry, it was nice - what an experience, but that's it, I'm out of here." Jane sounded forceful, but the girls looked unimpressed. Presumably, they had heard it all before. Jane assumed these girls must have done what they had done to her to other girls at school. But to adults? Fuck they have a nerve. I'll report them, she thought.
"Not without these," said the Asian girl holding up and sniffing Jane's panties. "We are going to finish you off and you will be screaming for more when we have sucked you dry."
"Come on girls, let me through. I've had enough."
"O yeah, well we haven't, and we are in charge here." This time the blonde spoke. Jane admired her pouty lips and lovely green eyes.
"Please, please? I'll fucking report you all." Jane sounded uncertain. They surrounded her. She was taller than all of them by at least two to three inches. The Asian lifted up Jane's dress and catching Jane by surprise she passed her hand under her ass sliding her finger into Jane's pussy. She was so wet it was easy. Jane gasped as she felt the fingers enter her and the Asian, catching her arm, pushed her up against the wall so her face was pressed to the flat surface.
"You won't report us. If you do, we'll tell anyone and everyone you tried to fuck us. I'd like to see how that goes."
"Yeah, sexy, some of us are underage too." Tracey was smiling. Jane wanted to fight. The blonde shot the bolt on the door. However one looked at it though, the optics were bad. It would be her word against the three of them. She imagined their little tear-streaked faces giving their pathetic made-up statements, all innocently saying how the tall, fit, rapacious Jane abused them terribly.
The Asian girl's fingers were still moving inside Jane and Tracey was squeezing Jane's left nipple and breast. Jane felt like it was ready to explode. "Yeah right, I thought not. So shut the fuck up and open those legs for us!" The Asian's hands swept down the inside of Jane's legs as she obliged, and the girl knelt down and, her face pressed against her hard buttocks, she started to eat Jane's ass and pussy. Tears welled up in Jane's eyes as she felt the humiliation of being dominated by these teenagers. However, she shrieked in pleasure when after only a few minutes of being tongue fucked, she came again, the two other girls holding her tight and cheering as she did so.
"Come on then, let's strip her," the blonde girl said the sexual excitement in her voice was obvious. The other girls giggled, and the blonde and Tracey pulled up Jane's dress while the Asian held Jane around the waist, all the time keeping a finger inside her wet pussy. Jane lifted her arms and the thin minidress was off. Naked now, except for her beige heels, the three girls admired her as she stood panting with excitement and embarrassment in front of them, her round breasts rising and falling, the nipples hard, thick, and thrusting outwards, her shapely legs shining with cum, saliva, and sweat.
Tracey let out a sigh. "Fuck. She is really something isn't she?"
All three girls closed in on her and pushed her back up against a sink, the blonde and the Asian sucked a nipple each, and Tracey who had so worked Jane up before in the cinema, pushed three fingers into her and pumped them inside Jane's swollen sex. Jane then completely surrendered, giving herself over to them. What else could she do without fighting all three? But, by God, she thought, they knew what to do to her to drive her wild.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, make me come, please, yes, yes..." Jane wailed as she felt their hands all over her sweating body. Now, on her tits, now on her ass cheeks, and now on her legs, the fingers in between her legs still pumping her sex until it throbbed with unbearable anticipation and pleasure. Then every muscle in her body tensed and she climaxed, coating Tracey's hand with her ooze and screaming, "Yes! Oh fuck!"
There was hammering on the door and muffled voices from behind it.
"Someone needs to come in. We'd better be off." The three girls primped their hair and quickly washed their hands and then each kissed the still panting Jane who was down on her haunches. She felt her pussy must be leaking her sex fluid onto the floor.
"Thanks babe. You are so hot. Hope to see you again," said the Asian.
"Wow you were great, next time you can fuck us!" giggled the blonde.
"You really did taste great," grinned Tracey.
Jane looked beautiful in her nakedness. "Fuck all of you. You'd better steer clear of me, or I'll fucking kill you." The girls whooped in mock terror.
"Sorry babe. Here's your dress," said the Asian. "We're keeping your panties as a momento."
Jane staggered to her feet and quickly pulled the dress over her head, just as the three girls opened the door and left. Another woman came in and went over to the stall, shut the door, and took a piss. Jane tidied her hair and washed her face and hands. Her pussy still oozed, and her legs were weak. When the other woman came out, she smiled at the pretty woman drying her hands and asked. "You alright? Why was the door locked?"
"Those girls and I were having an argument. Between you and me they are not nice girls."
"Yeah, the young today. No respect. Is it me or does it smell like sex in here?"
Jane looked her in the eye and said with a straight face. "Does it? Yes, perhaps you're right. I think those girls were...you know."
The woman scowled. "What the hell is wrong with the world? Glad you were able to stop it."
Jane's post climactic pussy was still wet and aroused from the experience and her brain was reeling from how she had let herself be put into such a situation, but she managed to smile and look innocent.
"Well, we have to try, don't we?"