It all started when Sandy and I decided to spend the afternoon watching bad movies. We went to a local theater that was showing a couple of low-budget science fiction flicks. We both enjoy making fun of such movies and always have a good time watching them. As it turned out, there were only half a dozen other people, scattered here and there in ·the theater. We sat in the middle near the front.

“Wow, a private screening,” said Sandy as she glanced around the almost deserted auditorium. Her short white sundress made a lovely contrast to the dark beauty of her skin, and as she twisted around to look behind us, her breast rubbed against my arm. I felt the nub of her nipple and glanced down to stare at her firm, braless tits.

It had been very warm outside, and the theater was so overly air-conditioned, it was almost chilly. The cool air had hardened Sandy’s nipples, making them poke out against the thin fabric of her dress. The sight made me remember what it felt like to take one of them in my mouth.

“Snap out of it!” she said in mock anger, snapping her fingers for emphasis. I realized that she’d been trying to get my attention for a while now, but I’d been entranced by her breasts. She followed my gaze down to her chest, then looked back up at me, a mis-chievous grin coming to her face. Sandy playfully slid her hands up her stomach to her chest, cupping her breasts, as if offering them to me. But when I reached for them, she laughed and slapped my hand away.

“Later,” she said. Before I could argue, the lights dimmed and the movie started.

The movie turned out to be even worse than we’d remembered, and we were having a good time. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sandy’s tits. The image of me sucking on her nipple kept popping into my head, and it was making my dick hard.

Finally it was too much. I turned and kissed her, catching her in the middle of a comment she was making about the movie. Her muffled protest melted into a long, lingering kiss, and my tongue wrapped itself around hers. I twisted around in my seat, leaning over the armrest that separated us. Her arms went around me, her hands sliding up my back to my head, and she pressed my lips hard against hers. My hands went around her waist and up her back until they were above the sundress and on bare flesh. I felt her shudder as my fingers lightly brushed over her skin.

Breaking our kiss, I moved to her neck. Having her neck kissed and gently bitten is always a tremendous tur n-on for Sandy. As my lips, tongue and teeth did their magic, she held me tighter and let out a low moan.

“Max,” she whispered, sounding as though she were out of breath. “We should stop. What if someone sees us?” She gestured around the theater in a vague manner.

“You’re right,” I said between nibbles. “Maybe we should stop.” As I said this, my hand slid to her tit and squeezed it gently.

Sandy is graced with very sensitive breasts. When I squeezed, she arched her hips up off the seat and threw her head back, closing her eyes. She drew her breath in sharply and held it for a second, then released it in another, louder moan and let one shoulder strap of her dress slide down, revealing her tit. Her half-dollar-size brown nipple was begging to be sucked, and I obliged.

Sandy’s hands returned to the back of my head, holding me against her tit, and her hips continued to grind. I moved from my seat to a position on my knees in front of her, my mouth never leaving her nipple. Her legs seemed to open naturally, and now the motion of her hips brought her crotch into contact with mine. The sensation of her pussy rubbing against my stiff cock through our clothes was frustratingly delicious.

I had one hand behind her back, holding her close, and the other on her other tit, squeezing it in time with my sucking. Her hands slid down my back to my ass, pulling my crotch hard against hers. The booming sound of the movie barely covered her increasingly wild moans, and the chill air of the theater seemed to have been replaced by the hot, wet atmosphere of a steam room. The fact that we were carrying on in a public place, risking the attention of the others in the auditorium, gave our passion an extra little edge of adventure.

I moved my hand from behind her back down along her leg, until it found bare flesh again. Then I slid it back up, this time under her dress. My fingers brushed along her thigh, almost reaching her pussy, then skittered away, teasing her.

Both shoulder straps were down now, and my mouth slid back and forth between her bare, gleaming breasts. Sandy had lost all inhibition, and her hands moved constantly over my body, first unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it open, then rubbing my cock through my pan.ts. She began to unzip me, but I wanted to tease her, and didn’t let her.

My tongue swirled around her nipple one last time, and I left her breasts and kissed my way down across her stomach, at the same time pulling her dress down further and lifting it up over her panties. I reached behind her and pulled her ass forward so that her pussy was right on the edge of the seat.

Her white cotton panties were soaking wet, and the smell of her cunt was strong and wonderful. Pulling her panties to the side revealed a damp, matted thatch of black hair neatly trimmed into a perfect triangle. I teased her just a bit more by kissing around the edges of her pussy while I listened with glee as she begged me to lick her. Finally, spreading her lips, I licked with long, slow strokes, making sure each one got her clitoris. After a moment, I put my mouth right on her passion button and sucked just enough to pull it out of its hood. Then the tip of my tongue began flicking her clit.

Glancing up from between her legs, I watched as Sandy, her eyes closed, squeezed her breasts and threw her head from side to side. Suddenly she froze and seemed to hold her breath, a look of deep concentration on her face. Then she threw back her head and yelled as she came, moving her hips so fast that I had a hard time staying on her clitoris. From my position on the floor, I couldn’t tell if her orgasmic cry had attracted attention. At that point, I didn’t care.

Sandy now pulled me to my feet and attacked my zipper, quickly freeing my hard cock. She looked unimaginably erotic, sitting there in the flickering light from the movie, her dress bunched up around her waist. The smell of sex was heady.

She slid her panties off, then maneuvered around so that she was on her knees on the seat, her gorgeous ass offered to me. Taking my cock in hand, I rubbed the head against her pussy. She pressed back against me, trying to impale herself on my cock.

“Do it!” she said desperately.

I did it. My cock slid into the wet warmth of her pussy in one easy, fluid stroke. Usually I like to fuck slowly at first, gradually building up speed, but Sandy was more turned on than I’d ever seen her, and clearly there was no need to wait. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her pussy for all I was worth. She held onto the back of the seat, tossing her head, imploring me to fuck her harder and harder.

The combination of her tight pussy and the fact that at least three of the people in the auditorium were watching us fuck our brains out made the whole thing incredibly exciting.

Just as I felt my orgasm begin to build, Sandy came. Knowing how orgasmic she is, I knew that another one would be close behind. I was right. Sandy came again, pushing hard against me and yelling my name over and over again. My semen felt like molten steel as I pumped it into her. It was the best orgasm ever.

I collapsed into the seat next to Sandy and tried to catch my breath. She leaned across the armrest and put her head on my chest. Just then the movie came to an end and the lights came up, resulting in a comical rush to rearrange our clothes. Disheveled and sweaty, we started up the aisle with six pairs of eyes burning into us and just as a couple of ushers carrying brooms came through the double doors in the back.