Head out to the lobby without a skirt

You make your way down the dark aisles to the exit, no longer even slightly interested in the romance. You just want to go home. Maybe cry, maybe. . . something else. Probably both. You feel dazed.

You push open the door to the lobby slowly and peak out into the bright light. No one is around, you're between showings thankfully and you step out with your frilly red and white crotchless panties on display.

The ticketmaster has his back turned to you, waiting patiently by his stand thirty feet away. You pull your T-shirt down as much as you can and start walking towards him trying to formulate a plan. You look to your left at the sex-charged poster for the movie. Starring Kristen G. the name of the actress of course.

You see a big sign for the bathrooms just behind the man. You decide to enter them and buy yourself some privacy and time. Maybe you can figure something out. You tiptoe right up behind him holding your shirt tight which almost covers your pussy but not quite. It was a tight one you wore for your no-show date. Little suction sounds come from your soda-soaked heels which you try to minimize by going as slowly as possible.

But then you feel a wetness on your lips. Oh no-no-no-NO! This is bad.

The ticketmaster yawns and starts turning around lazily. FUCK! did you make a sound!? You freeze hoping he turns back.

And just like that a long stream of white cum bursts from between the red and white frilly slit of your soaked panties as you look down to investigate your slickness, leaving a stream of sex down your leg and into your heels.

Looking up with tears welling in your eyes, you see the ticketmaster staring with wide eyes at you.

"I. . .I. . ." You stutter and shrink before him as more globs spill out of you forming more and more streams of pearly whiteness down your legs.

"What in the hay-ell?!" he exclaims and several moviegoers turn their heads to look in his direction.

"I have to go!" Tears stream from your eyes as you bolt past him and into the lobby. All eyes are on you as you sprint past everyone as fast as your three-inch heels will let you. Your eye-catching panties are on full display and you hope to hell you're moving fast enough that no one will notice the shiny wet streaks going down your legs. Everywhere you look there are eyes. Clerks, families, groups of teenagers. Shame forces you to look at the door alone as you run to it.

As you slam the door open you can hear someone yell 'slut' at you. 'Nice ass' was another one shortly after.

Out in the parking lot, it's mostly empty except for one guy smoking on the curb who watches you run all the way to your car. You don't want to look back at him, knowing for sure he's watching your butt jiggle in the skimpy panties. Pulling a lanyard out of your shirt you frantically fish out your keys and get into your car, slamming the door behind you. You start the car and take a deep breath and close your eyes replaying the horrible event trying to sort it out.

He had only been in you for what, 15? 20 seconds? How had he cum in... He must have been sitting low, masturbating to the actress and ready to go. The fucking creep! You wipe tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

You feel gross, you tend to your pussy, grabbing wipes from your purse in the passenger seat. Its puffy and slick and wet with a strangers cum. The wipes send a tingle to your crotch regardless. That's the last thing you're in the mood for. . . which is a bit of a lie.

You can't help but laugh out with relief- and disbelief.

"What are the odds!"

"Of that!"

"Of all the seats I could have picked..." You look down at your pussy and get a surprise as another thick glob of cum plops out of your pussy and drools onto the car seat. He had cum deep in you, and a lot. You fish an old sweatshirt from the backseat and pad the seat with it, using it to wipe down your legs. You open up the window and dump whatever is in your heels. Sticky and brown, these shoes are ruined but they'll get you home today as you squish them back on.

You turn on the car, ready to get out of here, go home and take a shower and forget all of this. You suddenly get an urge and squeeze your thighs together, giving yourself a rush of erotic pleasure. Your hand darts to press into your crotch but you stop yourself out of self respect, that and the squeeze had **** another big load of the strangers cum from your lips. Regardless your thighs squeeze together and you shudder from the rush. This is so fucking gross, this isn't arousing, you affirm- disgusted with the fresh slick of cum lubricating your thighs. Hell, you might even call the police if you could get over how embarrassing it was.

You just need a cold shower and to go home and sleep, you tell yourself as you pull out of the parking space and start the long trip home, squeezing your thighs at every stoplight.