Rob wants to fuck you, but doesn't have quite enough time

Jacob has barely disappeared from view before Rob's hand hefts you easily to your feet, nearly tumbling you over the seats in front of you. Your weak knees sag, and your balance precariously atop the plastic sheet for a moment.

That moment is more than enough time for Rob to yank down your skirt.

"Hey!" you exclaim, glancing at the door to make sure Jacob didn't hear. Rob takes that extra moment to lift a foot out of the skirt, deftly undoing the buckle of your right foot's stiletto.

"Stop it!" you hiss, but the bastard fights dirty, and just as you push back he sink his thumb against your snatch. Your own momentum impales you on his sizable, work-roughened digit, and a moan escapes you.

Rob easily lifts your other foot, and undoes your other heel, leaving you barefoot on the sticky floor of the theatre.

"Damn, when Jacob said he had a hot one he wasn't lying. You getting off watching that girl on the screen getting assfucked?" he asks.

"Noooo...." you moan, his words drawing your eyes to the screen where a woman, impossibly long-legged like you'd love to be, is receiving what is clearly a hard pounding in her ass. Though the camera skirts around showing the actual cock the height of her bounces clearly tells you that the dick she's riding is enormous. You can't help but think of yourself riding that dick, and bite back another moan even as your juices shine on your inner thighs, betraying your arousal to the world.

"Yeah, you like that. You've got a better ass than that ho does, and I'm gonna take it, but first we gotta lube it up a bit. I didn't bring any vaseline, so..."

An undignified 'eep!' escapes you as he pulls you back, and you feel something enormous press against your engorged pussy lips.

"Fuck you're wet."

You just groan in response as he pulls you onto his lap, the thick hard head of his dick pressing relentlessly against your tight opening, fighting for entrance.

Reaching down you try to fight him off, your hands gripping his dick, but instead of pushing him away they simply grip it like they're re-inforcing it so it won't bend while he tries to push it in. From the way that your small hands can't even encircle him he has to be about as big as Jacob, but at least Jacob uses lube to get in (and condoms, your subconscious tells you).

"Yeah, there we go," he groans along with you as his dick seems to pop in, sliding smoothly but slowly forward into the slippery depths of your sex.

"Oh God," you groan. "Oh fuck."

With a smirk Rob obliges, hands on your hips pulling you down relentlessly. Your pussy seems to both protest and purr at the abrupt impalement, the stretch feeling so good as you expand around him, letting him deeper and deeper, until your insides seem to be crowding out of his way and your pussy feels like it must be getting pushed up towards your lungs.

"Fuck fuck fuck," you murmer, over and over.

"Lift your arms," Rob tells you abruptly, and without thinking you oblige, not knowing or caring what he intends, just focused on the fullness within you. It feels like it should feel with Jacob. Like it never does.

For a moment your sight of the screen vanishes, and when it returns you see that Rock has pushed the model he's fucking forward so that her face is in the crotch of her friend as he fucks her doggystyle, lunging hard inside her rectum with each thrust. You imagine yourself in her place and you seem to soar, gasping hard and moaning louder and louder until...

"Shit! Jacob's back!" Rob hisses, dumping you from his lap. You land on the floor, dazed and on the edge of cumming, barely seeing over the edge of the seat at a tall form approaching the turn that would take him into the aisle and let him see you and Rob, who has already put his dick away (with some effort).

Looking around for your clothes you panic and jump behind the seat, landing with an 'oof' on the cold cement floor and hope Jacob didn't see you, even as you wonder where your clothes went, or how you could explain your nudity. Still, the thought of Jacob so close to having caught you, and so close to your nude body has you curling your fingers so you won't touch yourself.