The kiss

After the relief at the end of the fight between the tyrannosaurus and Kong on Skull Island, she whispers, "Hey."

You look down at her upturned face with those luscious lips. You lean down and kiss her, poking your urgent tongue straight through her lips. She simply tastes divine, and her soft warm tongue entices you farther into her mouth. You are lost into the kiss and close your eyes, even with the movie loud in your ears. Rachel's hand strokes your thigh, moving very slowly higher up your leg. After a few minutes of the kiss, she starts lightly rubbing across your stiffened prick. You moan into her mouth.

You shift the arm around her shoulders, pulling her more tightly to you, and reach around her body, seeking her breast. You find it and give it a good squeeze. It is Rachel's turn to moan. You grope her tit until you find the hard nub of her nipple poking through her bra and blouse. You pinch it, and she moans louder into your mouth and grips your cock harder through your pants.

After a few more minutes of kissing and fondling, she breaks the kiss and goes back to watching the movie, though making no effort to remove your fingers from her boob or her fingers from your swollen member. She is cuddled tight into your chest.

Several more times during the movie, you kiss deeply, fondling each other. You spend the entire film with a hard-on. Then the credits roll. Rachel grabs your hand and pulls you out of the theater, practically at a run. "Come on!" she goads.