Yes

You keep your palm against her tit, but arc your wrist so the lapel of her shirt eases away. You glance at her face, and her eyes are glued to your arm manipulating her shirt and chest. "The only thing between your tit and the world is my hand now," you tell her, and Emily's takes in a deep breath. Her eyes catch yours and she takes a shuddering breath. You peel back her shirt, letting her breast feel fully the cool air of the theater. Her right breast shakes gently as the nipple hardens, and you let your hand drop, leaving Emily's perfect, firm breast exposed to any who care to look. You leave it for five seconds, counting slowly with the beat of your pulse in your ears before leaning in. Her hand finds the back of your head as your lips once again surround her hardened nipple.

You feel her hand falter on your cock as her nipple stiffens even further, and you fight the urge to work hard to make her moan, but your hands are free, and you feel your left arm slide to Emily's thigh. Emily's hand pulls tighter on your head, but you gently suck more of her breast into her mouth as you push her legs apart. She doesn't resist, and leans over to kiss your head. "You are a dirty fucker. All I can think of right now is riding you in this theater, John." Her whisper is slow and languid as she tousles your hair. You don't respond with words, sliding your hand up her leg. You can almost hear the half grin on her face as she sighs, and you feel her leg open, allowing you access. You take your time, and slowly baste her wonderful breast with kisses and licks, keeping your promise to keep her chest hidden from the others. You half-hope some are watching as you devour Emily's tit, and you grin around her breast as you hope you she enjoys your next idea.

She takes a deep breath, but does not gasp as your hand slowly slides up and your fingers brush her pussy gently through her pants. A soft moan does slip through, but you're almost positive no one would have heard it. The entire time, your mouth is working her firm breast over, and you notice she's barely stroking you as you continue, working her toward a public climax. Her hand is still slowly stroking your hair as you gently pull away from her breast for a moment, puasing to let your tongue dance on her swollen nipple.

You glance at her face, and it takes her a moment to open her eyes. When she looks down at you, she licks her lips, then glances at her exposed breast. You lean in, eyes still on hers as your tongue slowly lines up with her nipple. Your hand between her legs twists gently and her mouth opens, silent, as she shudders. A bare whimper comes from her as she tries to fight it, but you eagerly take her nipple into your mouth as she cums. You gently kiss her breast as she shudders and comes down, pulling her shirt over the bared tit to shield it once more. You go back to your seat fully, and Emily looks at you with a satisfied smile.

"That never happened to me in high school," she purrs.

"Me either," a voice breathes, two rows ahead of you. You both turn, startled to see a woman, hard to make out, staring at you both. Emily instinctively holds her shirt to her chest. You're pretty sure she can't see your cock, though it's doing its best to hide as the wave of shock washes over you.