Joes tender touch.

I glance around guiltily, but no one in the theater seems to have noticed what we are doing. In fact, there are so few people and we're so far back that I think we could get away with actually having sex right here. So I hunch forward and part my legs as much as the seat will allow. Joe continues to look straight ahead at the screen, seemingly engrossed in the movie. Only his hand moving beneath my dress lets on that his attention is in fact elsewhere.

Joe's long fingers gently stroke my shaven pussy lips, the forbidden thrill of being touched while in such a public place has made me terribly excited. I can feel my pussy moisten and I gently bite my lower lip to stop me from moaning out loud. A fingertip presses at my soft entrance, then slides its way in. The fingertip gently circles the inside of my hot, eager slit. For about ten minutes Joe continues his tender ****. Penetrating me, just barely before withdrawing to stroke my outer lip once more. The penetration of this long thick black object into my tight cunt makes me want another, even larger black tool from Joe's body.

The theater is suddenly bathed with light. I had totally lost track of what was happening on screen, mesmerised by the slow movements at the threshold of my aching sex.

Joe leans across and kisses me tenderly as people file past us to the exits.

"Let's go and somewhere quiet," Joe whispers.