Going to the movies? No ticket? No panties? No problem!

"I imagine we might have some fun in a dimly-lit theater?" You tap your phone and I grin, taking your arm.

"I have just the idea to get us in..." We wander toward the movies.

"Now, where did we put those ticket stubs..." I mutter as we come into the theater, rooting through my mostly-empty, ticket-stub-less purse while we walk up to the poor high school boy who can't be more than 18 waiting to take our tickets.

"I know they're in here someplace..." I cruise right past him and around a corner, plopping my purse on a little bench just out of sight of the main lobby, you and the usher plodding along behind me.

"Um, I, uh, I need to see your ticket..." He audibly swallows as I lean just-ever-so-slightly further forward and the back of my shirt slips swiftly up my bare backside. With my feet almost awkwardly far apart, my knees locked and my back arched, he may not be seeing a ticket, but he's certainly seeing my smooth little lips shining up at him beneath a bare set of buns.

“Looks like he's got what he needs!" You say, and I glance back, smiling.

"You, um, you two are, uh, welcome to, like..." I stifle a laugh as he mutters, eyes glued to my pussy.

"Thanks!" I say, popping up, leaving my shirt gently situated on my hips as you head down the hall and I step backward after you, pussy still smiling its sideways grin up at him.

We wander into a movie and make our way near the back...