Show her you know how to have a good time

Well if that's the way she wants to play it... you increase the strength of your grip on her cock, turning back to watch the movie. Slowly stroking it up and down, you get a feel for the way her member is shaped, even without being able to see it. She has quite an impressive package, large enough around that your hand can barely close around it, and just from what you can feel, it must be around 8 inches. It's not too different from your own, just... bigger. You try not to think of that as you watch the movie in front of you.

Tiffany seems to slump down into her seat slightly, and you see her hands grip the arm rests, kneading them much like a cat would. You speed up the pace slightly, reaching to the bottom of the bucket to grab the base, then sliding your hand all the way up her shaft to her head, then back down. She makes a slight noise that you can barely hear over the movie, and you glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She has a smile on her face, her eyes slightly out of focus, definitely not watching the movie anymore, instead relaxing into your caresses. You look around the theater to see if anyone is paying attention to the two of you, but the only other people in the theater are down a few rows, and engrossed in the film.

You release her dick, and pull the box off it, letting it stand, throbbing and bouncing in the warm air of the theater. Tiffany looks at you, a smile on her face, and she reaches her hand back around you shoulder, bringing you closer to her. You resume your ministration, this time using both hands, one working the shaft, the other playing with the head, which has swollen to an alarming size. You switch your hand off her head, and move it down to her sack, questioningly poking and prodding around down there. She seems to be clean shaven, the smooth skin around her junk feeling like satin on your hand.

You feel a hand on your chin, and your face is raised to hers, barely able to make anything out over the constantly changing lights of the theater screen. She leans in, and kisses you, flashbacks to your theater performance together shooting across your mind as you close your eyes, embracing the feeling. You can feel her tongue exploring you, no place able to hide from her. She has surprising strength, and you suddenly find yourself pulled out of your chair, and plopped onto her lap, still embraced in a passionate kiss. You can feel her dick between the two of you, and she guides your hands back down to it, urging them to continue stroking. You realize at this point you can't actually back away from her embrace, and she is virtually tongue-fucking you, but you're too turned on to care.

Your hands go faster and faster, and you can feel the pulse of her cock growing faster and faster. She finally releases you from the sloppy kiss, and grabs hold of your waits, anchoring herself to the chair as she rockets over the edge. Noiselessly, she explodes all over you, gritting her teeth as buckets of cum rain shoot up, hitting you in the face, the chin, and all over the front of your clothes. Trapped in place, you take it as best you can, trying not to look directly into the blast. It feels like it goes on for a minute straight.

When she finally finishes, releasing her **** grip from your hips, you extricate yourself from the situation, sitting yourself back in your seat, covered in her juices. You turn your attention back to the screen, and try to rationalize what just happened. Tiffany is breathing hard next to you, struggling to keep any pleasurable noises contained within. You just gave this girl a hand job on the first date. Hell, you weren't even sure this was a date, but at this point, it's kind of been decided. You start cleaning yourself up as best you can, but the only place you can wipe it off is on the seat itself. You silently apologize to the cleaning crew. You glance back over at Tiffany, who sends you a toothy grin.

Suddenly, the lights come back on in the theater, and you realize the movie is over. The people a few rows down get up and leave as you look down at yourself, checking the damage. Your entire front is covered in liquid, and you turn to Tiffany, who says, "It's fine, we can just tell them you accidentally spilled soda on yourself. Are you hungry? I'm hungry."

The two of you leave the theater, her striding with a confident gait, you clutching the popcorn to your warm, wet chest, trying not to make eye contact with any of the employees. You get into her car, shutting the door behind you, and she takes off down the road, casting a glance over to you once you get out of the lot.

"You know, for someone who hasn't ever done this sort of thing before, you gave one hell of a handie." She looks at a sign on the highway nearby. "How about there? That way we can stay in the car, if you know what I mean."

You nod silently, and she exits the road, heading for the fast food joint. A quick order later, you find yourself staring at some fries and a burger. Tiffany is scarfing down her set, and is halfway through before you've even considered taking a bite. She takes a big chunk out of her burger before noticing.

"Oh, sorry, I get really hungry after I... uh, watch a movie. Are you not hungry?" She takes another bite.

"I'm... um..." You can't really get any sort of sentence out.

"Maybe... it's that your not hungry for a burger, is that it?" She sets her meal down. "I wanted to wait till we got back to my house, but here's as good as any place."

She unclasps her metal belt, her cock flopping out, quickly rising to it's full length. "How about it? This will fill you up much better than that burger. Ready to go for round two?"