Microfantasy Monday – Silence

The idea behind Microfantasy Mondays comes from Ang of Sweltering Celt.

Technically I’m posting this on Tuesday, but I don’t care, hopefully you don’t either but if you do: too bad.

I parted her legs with the insistence of my hand and gave a few soft slaps to the soft mound that lay between them, hearing her gasp. My lips curled into a smile in the darkened theatre. We were the only ones in this row near the back, but there were many others in front of us that could easily hear anything above a whisper, depending on the scene on the screen.

One hand deftly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, the only layer between my hand and her tender parts, giving another harder slap as a loud crash came through the speakers. She was squirming beside me, I could tell she was looking at me but I kept my gaze fixed forward, slipping my hand down and finding her clit with my fingers.

Slowly I began to rub, building up the intensity, just as the action on the screen lessened and the scene shifted to a heartfelt talk, one of the ones that wraps up what the big issue is. Leaning over I quietly hissed “Be sure you’re silent, little girl, you don’t want the other people knowing just how much of a slut you are, rubbing back against my hand in a crowded movie theatre.”

I heard her whimper as she trapped her lower lip between her teeth and gave me big eyes that showed her inner conflict. At that moment my fingers began rubbing faster, building her need to a higher level. The need to cry out to release the tension in her was almost unbearable but she would keep quiet. She knew the reward for keeping quiet would be far greater than the momentary satisfaction of moaning aloud.