The lights dimmed, and the theater started to get quiet as the opening credits of the movie started to roll. Familiar names and the usual lame soundtrack filled the room, almost full with late-night moviegoers and date-night couples, when she sat in the theater seat next to me. I didn’t pay much attention, but shifted slightly. I hate movie theaters at the best of times, and especially when they are overfull and I cannot get myself settled between two empty seats. That is the main reason I go to the latest screenings possible, which I have to do as part of my job of a reviewer a couple of well-established online blogs. While others like glitz and glamour of the openings, I like the quiet and the solitude of the darkness.

The boots indicated a woman had settled in beside me. Black leather, expensive, and curving over her calves in a way that, I admit, did capture my attention a bit. But I had work to do, so quickly put those thoughts aside in order to pay attention to the action that was about to unfold on the screen in front of me.

Two car crash scenes later, and I was already suffering from body-numbing boredom. Stupid concept, worse writing, and barely tepid acting. I was in for a long, hard night. “Fuck,” I thought, stretching slightly to loosen the knot in my lower back. As I stretched, my leg brushed her hand. I pulled back quickly, in the unvoiced “Sorry” that we use when invading someone’s public space. Or so I thought. Within 30 seconds her hand was directly and purposefully on my thigh, her nails making their presence felt. This time I did not move, but waited. My attention was no longer on the screen, trust me.

Her fingers traced up my leg, moving with confidence and certainty. Despite my wishes to remain cool, my cock responded as expected. I might be a movie geek, but I had buried my shaft in more than my fair share of struggling actresses and filmmakers who misguidedly thought that I could help their careers in some magical way. It had been a while, I admit, since I had felt a woman’s pussy tighten on my cock, so I was, perhaps, a bit more full in my responsiveness that I might have been otherwise.

In short, when her fingers reached my zipper, I almost blew my fucking load.

It was like the best movie scenes I had run through in my head a million times. Her fingers, long and graceful, unzipped my pants quietly, and opened my boxers so that my fully loaded cock sprung into the cool darkness of the theater. Our row was only partially full, but still I worried about someone catching a glimpse of this extracurricular entertainment in the back row. But those hesitations disappeared the moment the tip of her finger nails started to trace the underside of my shaft. She was an expert, I could tell, as the tip of her nail traced slowly, as though reading my rising desire through the quivers in my cock shaft.

Tracing slowly, she finally reached the tip of my cock, and started teasing it with her fingertips. Precum formed quickly, like a diamond, and she spread it slowly around the now-swollen tip. Like icing a fucking cupcake, I thought to myself as my fingers grasped the arms of the seat harder now. Her fingertips continued to tease me. I gripped. I squirmed. I closed my eyes and hoped that I would not wake up to discover this was all a fucking dream.

If one finger was enough to make me squirm, all five, wrapped around my shaft and stroking slowly, was pure torture.

Her fingers were strong, her skill impeccable. She stroked slowly, letting her fingertips dance up and down my shaft, teasing my harder with each passing minute. To the edge of explosion, then backing away, then back to the edge again. Twice I had to hold back from gasping out loud as she let the tip of her finger tease the precum pearl from the very tip of my throbbing cock. Her nails dragged along the length of my shaft, and I bit back a moan.

As the final car chase started, she turned her own show up a notch as well. Her fingers tightened on my shaft, sliding slowing up and down the entire length. I spread my legs slightly, and she took that as a cue. Harder and longer strokes, tightening on the up stroke, loosening her grip a bit as you reached down to my balls. My cock head throbbed, and I swear I heard her giggle lightly as the first stream of cum collided with the back of the seat in front of me.

She milked my cock for what felt like hours, until I had literally nothing left in me. My brain froze as she gave me now softening cock a tender, gentle stroke, as though petting a new pet before leaving the house for the first time. My cock was numb, empty, and my head spun as she got up just as the credits started to roll. I heard only the muffled click click of her heels against the theater carpet as you made her grand exit.  All I can say: best fucking movie, ever!