Before you can realize your dilemna they create a messy diversion

Hands caress the girl on the screen, reminding you of the boys' hands so recently upon your skin. As the girl on the screen becomes even more intimate with the men around her you become less aware of the theatre around you.

You suck in a breath as an arm snakes down your front, dipping into the depleted bowl in front of you. It grabs an enormous handful of popcorn and drags it up your body, the copious butter leaving a wide, oily trail as it scratches up and over your small breast mound.

"H... Hey," you protest half-heartedly as his other hand reaches over to help. It's strange, but it feels like it too is full of popcorn. Stranger still is how it feels like the soft and sharp pieces are dragging across bare skin, dragging up and over your breast until his hands meet, cupping both popcorn and breast, lifting upward.

"Oh," you gasp softly, then gasp again as his hands don't manage to clear you. The giant handful of popcorn mashes against your chin and up to your mouth.

"Want some?" he asks, holding the nearly dripping kernel in front of you, rubbing them from chin to nose enticingly, then side-to-side, smearing your lips and a bit of your cheeks.

You snake out your tongue, catching a few pieces of the snack, bringing them back to your mouth as he continues to try and entice you.

"More?" he asks, broadening his motions, painting butter all over one cheek and then the other.

Shaking your head smears the handful across your nose, and you close your eyes just before he pulls the rest up from your eyes to your eyebrows and over your forehead, leaving your face glistening with butter.

When a hand reaches for the popcorn your thighs quiver, wishing for another accident to set their hands upon you. You deliberately keep your eyes fastened on the screen where the girl has become completely naked along with her co-stars. With a slight hump of your crotch, yearning to feel the hotness of the bucket against your lips, you nudge it toward the edge.

The guys don't seem to notice you humping it forward until one reaches for the bucket, misses, and finds himself with thick buttery fingers sinking into your juicy snatch.

Well, maybe he did notice, but he seems to take his time. First his brow wrinkles a bit, then he finishes the handful of popcorn he had in the other hand, and as his fingers wiggle around inside your increasingly eager depths he looks over at you, seemingly noticing for the first time that your snatch isn't the popcorn bucket.

"What...?" he says, snatching his hand back, knocking the bucket from the seat. The guy in front lunges, hitting the bucket in mid-air as its opening tumbles towards you, sending the still hot pile of extra-buttery corner flying into your now-naked lap and the bucket rolling away beneath the seats.

For the first time, as you look down at the results of your scheme, you realize that you're somehow completely naked in a room with at least ten horny men, five of whom have definitely noticed your nudity. Suddenly you're not sure it was such a good idea to encourage their touching.