Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies...Leah goes along with it...(Lust:+10)

Leah rolled her eyes, but the idea sent a sick thrill through her. She’d always been the good girl, the rule-follower, the one who’d once cried after skipping a day of school. But now she was a thirty-year-old teacher being fingered in a movie theater by her boyfriend, and instead of telling him to stop, she pressed her legs apart, just enough to let his hand in.

Daniel wasted no time. He hooked two fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them aside, his movements practiced but not gentle. She was already wet—of course she was—but the cool air and his eager touch made her shiver. He stroked her with short, abrupt motions, eyes fixed on her face, hungry for the reactions he could coax from her.

She fought to keep her breathing even, to not squirm in her seat. The soundtrack to their little scene was a ten-minute CGI battle, lasers and explosions perfectly masking the wet sounds of Daniel’s fingers at work. He leaned in, biting her earlobe, then whispered, “You taste better than movie theater nachos, you know that?”

“You have the worst pillow talk in the world,” she whispered, but let him keep going.

Within minutes, she had to grip his wrist to slow him down. Her body was wound tight, every nerve ending firing at once, but she was hyper-aware of every movement, every shift in the shadows, every possibility that someone might turn around and see them. The fear only made it better, sharper.

Daniel, emboldened by her near-silence, let one of his hand take Leah's and guided her to his crotch. She knew exactly what he wanted.