In the sixth row

I know that cinema, for most people is a social activity, okay? Most people go with friends there and the more the better, or just with your partner. For a classic first date, for example. But I’m just a movie buff. It’s not as if I have no friends, but it’s hard to constantly inspire someone for. Actually, it does not bother me anyway, sometimes to go to the cinema alone, I am confident enough.

Luckily I live in a big city, as they show namely just about everything on the big screen. My choice for the evening was an indie film with original sound: English. Something which I would not draw any of my friends even consider. A room I knew already and appreciate knew – Of course, the film was in the smallest room. About ten people were already there, more than I expected.

I prefer to sit front and center. Not very front, but as in the second quarter from the bottom. Unfortunately, the rather each is so, therefore, the area was mostly occupied. But as I said, I am confident enough and so I joined a couple in the sixth row. Before a possible altercation the lights were already dimmed, but I could still catch a good look at it. They were in my age (that is, early twenties), he tall and wiry, with wild hair; they significantly smaller, black-haired and of female figure.

For now, I cared not big order. I expected that they would hold between hands or perhaps a few kisses steal from each other. It’s nice when two people love. Something does not bother me. Especially not with a feel-good movie like this would hopefully be one.

Twenty minutes into the movie I was a little disappointed in him. Nevertheless, my side people behaved so quiet that I had practically forgotten until my direct seatmate so strange exhaled long and loud. First, I thought nothing of it until it happened thirty seconds later. With a raised eyebrow I spechtelte over, but she stared so focused on the canvas that I thought the film they take so much with. Tastes differ.

A minute later the exhale, this time really shaky. I turned to her, wanted to ask if everything is okay, but when I saw her outline in the dark, I fell like scales from the eyes. She was casually leaning back and still totally tense, eyes closed, lips pursed around the air controls to skip. I was perhaps not sexually most active, but had enough experience to guess what was going on. Quick, I turned back to the screen, eyes wide in surprise at what I just saw. Wanting to see without my head, I looked to my left to see whether I had actually right. Apparently, she was wearing a skirt, aha, that was not noticed before. And yes: moving! You grabbed your friend obviously Angle between the legs, with me on the seat next to it!

So much audacity was completely foreign to me. I began stoically to the canvas to stare, did not want to give them the feeling that I’ve noticed it in order to avoid an incredibly embarrassing situation for all of us. My head was racing. If only the film would be more exciting, I could sink into him! So my thoughts revolved only around the girl next to me, whether they often did something, or whether it was perhaps quite shy in reality and to ward off crush researching fingers of her companion. Again and again I had to set my head under voluntary effort forward again after I numbly without realizing it was staring again.

She managed not to be louder, but began to squirm in the seat to clench his right fist, squinting solid. Until she opened abruptly again.

What a moment! I felt like I had gotten an electric shock, was paralyzed at the same time and electrified. Suddenly I realized how shamelessly I have recently been staring. My cheeks were shame in flames. Even more than the mere fact that she saw me, but I took the way with how they looked into my eyes. She seemed neither surprised nor embarrassed, stood firm, bit his lip and turned her waist, held me captive with their views. When I broke my gaze and still open-mouthed staring forward, I noticed in the corner of her eye as she lifted her hand to her mouth. I could not help looking at the spectacle to follow on to the left again. She bit gently in back of her hand, again with eyes closed head in the neck. She remained quiet as a mouse, but the choked Lustschreie I could so well imagine that I virtually stopped. The moment was so intense, I can not remember every detail – the way as they moved back and herzuckte the sweat on her forehead reflected the colors of the canvas as back pressed the abdomen as far as possible to the back and finally gave up when it could go no further.

Your Friend, I could in the dark not really realize it, but eventually you have my neighbor made it clear it with the left arm somehow that he should stop. She leaned back, let out a low, exhausted sigh and recovered from her orgasm. In the assumption that they would soon open their eyes, I returned to the front. I was determined to put on my poker face and keep. My friend had not even noticed our exchange of glances. People certainly not in front of us and behind us was no more. Probably the spectacle was over now and no one would ever bring it up.

Two minutes later, was to hear a metallic ‘Klink ‘ that all people in the hall probably as irrelevant. However, I could make out the direction and the boy with the brisk fingers back in his seat and for my suspicion was confirmed again. I guess the girl wanted to take revenge for their good time and show that it knows how to use her fingers …

After Masturbation liner from before I felt like a voyeur already veteran, anyway, I was much less nervous and had not stare continuously, even if I eh not so much time would be able to see. Both knew how to be quiet, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed their suspicious shoulder and arm movement. Her face was however not directed at him, but forward. Or? No, her face was directed to the right! She looked at me, and with this remark was my state of shock right back.

Directed the head convulsively forward I closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths and opened them again. Patiently she looked at me, as patient she moved her left hand up and down. I slowly looked up at her. When our eyes met, she smiled. It also acted devilish and angelic, this challenging grin on his pale, fine face, framed by the smooth black hair, still partly stuck to her forehead.

Judging by the movements of her shoulder after she was faster. I looked at further, felt dependent on it. Only when she nodded gently to the left, I looked to see more past her. Either way, it was too dark to see A LOT, but it was enough just as to the outline of her left arm to track up to where the movement took place. I was surprised how fast it was, but you could hear no sound. From my own memories, I know this movement only in conjunction with the soft, almost smacking sound of skin on skin.

I was still pretty sure the guy had no idea that I had their gimmick noticed long ago and now gaped at his genital. The pace, or perhaps the intensity of the circumstances, he held at least from not too long. Ten seconds after I had begun to look there, he pushed with one hand his shirt a little high. In profile, I could just see as the shot sperm which landed in a high arc on his freshly bared belly. You could hear him breathing heavily while his girlfriend slowed immediately strong, milked it a little, slowly and strong before she withdrew her hand.

I felt like part of a conspiracy, as I looked back at the girl’s eyes. I was aware that I even licked my lips pursed. You just kept smiling, almost unfathomable, and I turned off again.

…….

Half an hour was quiet beside me until I noticed that the two whispering. I was nervous, thinking they are talking about me. But that was after half an hour but no longer probable or? I perked up, but as I said, the two were very good at it to be quiet. After a minute Tuschelei the girl leaned over to me. I responded almost panicky: What did she want from me only? Rather out of politeness I leaned toward her to hear what she had to say.

“Did you like that? ” She asked sighing. Her lips swiped my ear.
“Huh?! “, Was my counter-question, a little louder than intended.
“Did you like what you saw? “
I remained silent, it sounded like a trick question. But she must have read the truth in my mind, because she added:
“You want to see more?”
Now there was no way out. I had to explain to her my opinion that all this is coming to far. But then I remembered this intense moment when our eyes met for the first time, and whispered:

“Clear.”