Handjob

You both lean back against the seat and you shamelessly fill your hand with Emily's breast. Emily grunts as you gently tug at her nipple. "Handjob?" she asks, swallowing as you realize she feels a bit exposed. You grin at her and she leans back. She continues stroking you, slow, meaningful grabs. You wrap an arm around her and let your four fingers gently squeeze her breast from the bottom while your thumb pushes it from the top in a very loose pinch. Emily sighs as she feels her breast slowly compress, and you grin as her hand gets just noticeably looser around you for a moment before picking up again.

"Glad we got our work done," you whisper into Emily's ear. She nods in a greement, shuddering as you pull at her nipple, but looking around the theater. You notice and lean in.

"Would you rather I leave your gorgeous, perfect tit alone?" you ask. She stifles a groan and shakes her head.

"No," she whispers, "please keep going. You fucker," she moans as your hand wraps around her breast again. "I hope no one sees you with your hand in my shirt. I'm pretty sure I'm in the clear stroking you off," she adds, and you hear that iron control somehow seeping back into her voice. You grunt as her handjob becomes more precise. You continue firmly squeezing her tit and gently pulling her nipple. She sighs.

"Damn, but you do know your way around my tits," she whispers, her voice half lust and half frustration. "I'm trying to focus on stroking your big, manly cock, John." You feel yourself grunt more than hear it, and you swear even in the dark that you can see Emily smiling just a bit as she gets the reaction she sought. You let your index finger lightly flick her nipple, gently circling the areola as well while you fondle her perky breast."You fuck," she moans as you tease her nipple. You move back to squeezing her breast slightly, and you feel her groan as you gently flatten her tit between your fingers and thumb, slowly spreading the flesh against your hand. "It's not rough," she whispers, "but you really are just bending my tit around. It feels so good," she says, but her voice is almost a whine. You grin as she continues stroking you.

The movie would probably be halfway decent if you were paying any attention, but as Emily works you over, you realize how good she really is. Her hands stop at your head, uncurling her fingers to let her knuckles brush the ridge of your cockhead. Noticing your reaction, her fingertips slowly slide up and she begins stroking it, using a similar motion to the on you've used on her hard nipples. You sigh as she continues to pleasure you.

"I've never had a relationship where I was so eager to get a guy off," she whispers as she lays her head on your shoulder. She shifts so more of her abused tit fits in your hand. "I must really like you," she teases. "Because I love making you cum," she breathes, and her voice drops an octave into that smoky, almost gravelly voice. Your cock lurches in her hand. You stifle a groan and press her tit slightly down with your palm. You feel her grip stagger, but she remains glued to you. "I hate you a little for making me like that," she whispers, and you see her glance down to peek at your hand against her breast. You feel her stroke you. You pull away, and you can hear the smile. "Aww that's sweet," she says.

You file the note away for later, instead focusing on her nipple. Emily grunts and you feel brave for just a moment, and you push your wrist aside, glancing over to realize you are just about to expose Emily's tit to the darkened theater. Emily gives a small gasp as she realizes what's happening, but her eyes find yours and she keeps stroking, her face neutral.