The lovers get carried away and so does Robyn.

Emma sidled out of their row and off toward the toilets, leaving Robyn alone with instructions to keep tabs on them and tell Em what they'd got up to. They seemed to be steady on course, the short blonde girl leaning back, pretending to watch the film as her taller boyfriend sat with head and shoulders turned towards her. With the theater practically empty, there was nothing to block her view of his shoulder moving slightly as he rubbed her, and when the soundtrack was quiet, she could hear the soft sounds of his fingers brushing her damp pussy lips. And now and again, there was a faint, high moan from the girl, and a lower "ah..." from her fellow.

Robyn sighed. It had been ages since she'd had a chance for a little fun in the sack. Ems never seemed to have trouble hooking up with a fellow for a day or three, while Robyn had missed almost every chance this summer. And not for lack of interest. As Ems had **** her to admit, Robyn DID love dicks as much as Emma. Maybe it was just that she loved other things too. Like waves. And spending time with her pal Ems. Or maybe she just needed to practice more. Emma certainly did. She sighed again and focused on the screen.

But the next little moan grabbed her attention. It was followed by a little click, and a zip, and an "uh!" from the young fellow. She wiggled her toes, feeling a little out of sorts...feeling...ah, like she wished she could be up there now squeezing his cock! God, she was just like Ems today! With the action going on in front of her, and Emma gone to the toilets to finger herself, Robyn felt she needed some relief for herself. She swallowed nervously and wondered if she should join Emma. Perhaps...perhaps if she made tiny little motions, squeezing her legs together, she wouldn't have to leave her seat. The movie was fab, if she could just get herself a little more at ease...

Robyn squeezed her legs together. Crossed one over the other. Squeezed again. Plenty of strength, she thought, but not enough leg. She blew her breath out in frustration and looked about.

Emma had left her fleecy warm-up top on her seat. Robyn rolled it up and tucked the firm little roll between her legs and under her butt. The knot of the drawstring top was pressing right into the cleft of her butt, but it actually felt alright and she left it. With her ankles crossed, everything was just about...right. She sighed and looked back up at the screen.

Robyn watched the movie, squeezing her legs together rhythmically to soothe herself. The movie was wonderful. The beautiful, curving, glittering water. Each wave lifting the surfers, pressing against their boards, making them tense their legs against its strength. The women's faces, so intent, so carried away by the beautiful moment. Their tight limbs, their golden curves straining against the curling water. She could feel it. She was there. Robyn sighed and squeezed. She felt tingling waves of warmth rippling over her body. She could tell she was getting a little carried away, her head rising up and down with the waves of sensation she squeezed out of herself, but there was nobody nearby. Maybe nobody in the theater but herself and the young couple, in fact. No horses to frighten. She put a hand over her mouth to hold in a giggle. She was warm all over now, and feeling decidedly damp down under. The drawstring knot pressed her like a firm little fingertip. What a way to see a movie. Robyn wriggled pleasantly in her seat.

Just then the young blonde woman's head came up off her seat, then sharply back into the padded seat back. Her head strained upward, then fell back again. Again. She mewled softly as her spasms continued. Again.

Her boyfriend gave a happy little laugh, "ha-ha-ha!". The little damp finger sounds continued.

"Eehhmmmmm," she moaned. Her head tensed forward, and fell back. She rolled her head from side to side on the back of the seat. She moaned continuously now, loud and clear, no longer in control of her voice.

Robyn felt embarrassed, almost scared to be witnessing their passion in such a place. Even if there were practically no one here. Shameless. Maybe they would do it on the last tram home. In the back seat of the bus. It was too powerful to bring here, almost out in the open. But she wished she were up there with them. She wanted an eager boy's cock throbbing in her hand and his finger in her pussy while she came hard, hard, hard in her seat. Her vision blurred, and wet drops ran down her cheeks. She felt hot all over. Her heart thumped. She sniffled, but she started rocking, moving in her seat again. But instead of the movie, her eyes were glued to the young couple, the girl abandoned to her orgasm.

"Ah!" the blonde girl exclaimed. She snatched the boy's hand away. Robyn could hear her panting, loud and deep. She laughed through her uneven breaths. He laughed softly in return. She pulled his head down to hers and they kissed. Kissed. Kissed. Sighed. The girl had turned round in her seat to kiss her boyfriend. Robyn kept moving, riding Emma's rolled polar fleece like a leg between hers, squeezing on it like she had the biggest cock in the world between her thighs.

As Robyn watched the couple, the girl opened her eyes, coming back to herself, and looked straight at Robyn. Robyn was still squeezing, squeezing, rocking in her seat, and the girl's eyes, shining slightly in the light from the projector, caught hers. She pulled back from her kiss and put a finger on her boyfriend's cheek, turning his face toward Robyn.

Robyn was crushed. Caught peeping. Caught doing herself like a nasty, nasty boy. Her eyes welled up again. She blinked to clear them. She wanted to look away, to hide, but the girl's eyes held hers. Robyn could faintly see the girl's teeth reflecting as her lips parted in a smile. Her boyfriend smiled too, Robyn could tell. A wave of relief washed over her. Young love thinks it's the center of the world. Robin smiled. She could feel a giggle bubbling up inside her. Or was it her orgasm coming up, right now, right now when she wanted it so badly but there were two strangers staring right at her?

The girl raised her hand and crooked a finger toward Robyn, inviting her to join them.