ABC Cinema Brussels: my first time

I went to the theater, arriving early at the opening hour. The theater was not crowded, and the back rows were empty. I made my way to the center of the back row, which .As far as I had been able to tell, no one ever sat there without being "available." I sat down, slouched back in the seat, and half closed my eyes.

Within ten minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye the shadow of someone approaching down the row of seats to my right. I closed my eyes and remained still. I could feel the row of seats jostle as he sat in what I estimated to be two or three seats away from me. I could feel his wondering stare and I began to sweat. This, then, would be my fantasy. I would feign sleep no matter what he or anyone else who came along did--it might be nothing, it might something I had never considered. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. No matter what, though, I would not move.

Moments passed in the darkness. Unconvincing moans and uninspired music emanated from behind the screen I could not see. I felt him shift in his seat. Then, suddenly, my attention was redirected to the left, where I felt the vibration of someone else approaching. He came closer, hesitated, came closer still. Then he sat, not next to me, but there was certainly only one seat between us.

Again the time passed. The music died down and, in my sensory-deprived state, the movie dialogue penetrated my attention despite my best efforts. "Oh, yes. He is so hot!" "Yes, you are right, Tiffany. He is so hot!" Suddenly, a shock ran up my leg. The man on my left had nudged my foot with his. I remained still, though every nerve in my body was on fire. After a minute, another nudge. I was still.

Finally, the row of seats began jostling. I could feel that the man on my left was getting out of his seat, and then quickly, but gently, I could feel his weight coming down in the seat next to me. I felt his breath on my neck and knew he was staring intently at me. No part of him touched me, but I felt an immeasurable weight pressing in on me from all sides. The darkness was oppressive. My heart beat was so fast and loud I thought the whole theater would hear it. The sound of the movie now seemed to come from miles away.

The spell of the weight and the distant music was broken suddenly. His hand brushed gently, casually, against the side of my leg. The sensation streaked up my body and it was all I could do not to jump out of the seat. I was thinking a mile a minute. This is my pact, I thought, trying to steady myself. My fantasy. I will not move, no matter what. I will not move. I am his--whoever he is--to do with as he pleases, to do with as he dares.

Again, his hand brushed the side of my leg, this time longer and more purposefully. I wondered what he must be thinking. How daring was he willing to be? Does he think I am pretending to sleep? But he couldn't be sure. He too must be afraid.

After that, there was a long wait in the darkness, punctuated by extended periods of his breath on my neck. He was deciding. What should he do next? What should he risk?

Then it happened. His hand landed gently on my thigh. At first it was cupped, so that only the side of his hand and his thumb touched me. Slowly, though, he straightened his hand, so that his palm lay flat on my thigh. In the intense darkness my sensations were heightened. I could feel every finger as it touched my leg in turn.

For a while, his hand stayed motionless, though I could detect a slight trembling. But after a few moments, he moved his fingers, spreading them slightly to feel more of my leg. Then, his hand began to move. My head was reeling. Each nerve his hand touched in succession was more sensitive than the previous one, and sent shrieks of sensation up my body as he reached my inner thigh. That electric feeling of apprehensiveness exploded in my stomach as I thought about where his hand might eventually go. Still, I had not moved.

Suddenly, his hand left my leg. Did he lose his nerve, I wondered. Did the manager walk into the theater? I became paranoid. My eyes had been shut so long I had no idea what had gone on around me the last twenty minutes. My attention had been so absorbed by the man next to me, I realized I did not know how many other people might be sitting nearby watching. I needed to open my eyes, but now I was paralyzed. My feeling of vulnerability was intensified immeasurably by my fear. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be straining to make me run. But I wanted more. I wanted him take advantage of my vulnerability. I wanted to be used.

Again I felt his breath on my neck. Again he was thinking. Then, without warning, his fingers touched my crotch. Once, twice, he brushed them gently on my stockings My mind exploded in fear and apprehension and delight. So afraid had I been the last few minutes, that my pussy was wet at his first touch.

Finally, he stopped and shifted in his seat. Slowly, I felt my legs being opened. . Still, I had not moved. I had no idea exactly what he was thinking. Gently but quickly, he fumbled with my string and grasped with his fingertips my pussy. The split-second thrill of the first touch surged through me.

At this point, things began happening so fast I could hardly keep track. As he fingered my clit, I sensed him leaning closer to me. I felt his mouth kiss my neck softly as I lay there with my head back on the seat. He moved down my neck with his tongue and then kissed my nipple through my blouse. He sat up and I felt his finger brush my lips. I sensed him moving toward me, and he kissed my lips, several times, just barely touching them. He waited, and kissed me again, this time sweeping his tongue through my slightly opened lips and touching my teeth. Then, he sat back.

My attention was suddenly shifted. On my right, another man had just sat down next to me. I had lost all sense of my surroundings and had forgotten completely that there might be other men around. Immediately, I felt his hand guiding my hands on his penis. Another hand began reaching up my shirt to feel my chest. The man on my left began kissing and licking my lips again. The new guy on the right bent down and took my pussy into his mouth. It felt like hands were all over me, in my hair, on my chest, on my tits. The man on the right pushed his tongue past my teeth into my mouth. I was blind with sensations.

Before long, though, I came into the man on the right's mouth, and the sensations started to die away. A sense of relaxation hit me, but also a sense of embarrassment. Hands still petted and fingered me, but tentatively now. I had not planned how I would get out of this situation, and now I was in a bind. The man on the right touched my neck and gently pushed my head lower and lower. I was knowing what he expected from me and could not get away from doing it.Quickly, he orgasmed in my mouth. \I'm sure I was quite a spectacle. Glancing back only once, I saw only that there were about a half a dozen men sitting within a few seats of where I had been. One sat in the seat directly in front of me, with his arm d****d over the back, and I expect his was one of the hands I felt too.

Now, even a full day later, I can't quite get used to thinking about it. I'm drenched in sweat and erect again having written it down and relived it. I became a regular visitor of that theater.