Make him do it

"You mean...you're just wearing the jacket?"

Your response is to twirl yourself on him, while making a stray glance to make sure you're not drawing too much attention to yourself, and the theatre's few denziens are locked on the bar fight happening on the screen. You see Gerald is as well, and you whisper to him.

"Is a jacket and a pair of panties skimpy enough for me to dance for you?"

He only nods, and he scootches forward obligingly in his seat as you stand up, resetting yourself once he's forward far enough for you to dance on him. You spread your legs wide over the seats instead, and circle your arms around his shoulder and start dry humping him, and you feel the material of your thong slip in and out of your glistening crotch as you do so, your skin rubbing against his jeans as you feel his member growing.

Even as you feel his body's response to your minstrations, he's still stealing a glance at the screen every now and then. You know what that means, and you start to move your jacket's zipper down further, but you stop quickly as you see Gerald's eyes following the zipper's movements, and you lean in to him, circling his head witih your hands as you do so.

"Do you want to see more of me?" you ask huskily. When he doesn't respond immediately, you draw back and pout. "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

"y-y-of course..."

"Then stop paying attention to the movie and look at me." He meets your eyes now, and you smile. "If you want to see my body, you have to help me." You zip your jacket up fully now, all the way up to your neck, and glare at him.

"H-h-help?"

"Yes." you whisper, and you lean in to him agian. "Unzip my jacket. If you really want it..." With that, you place your arms at your sides, and lock your eyes with him daringly. "...then strip me."

His fingers tremble as they move up to your collar, and it takes all of your restraint to not move to help him as he grabs your zipper, and pulls it down gingerly, as if he's afraid not to hurt you, and you encourage him with a smile.

"Do it, Gerald. Take my jacket off of me so you can see my body."

He eventually gets to the bottom, and the jacket comes apart as he unfastens the zipper.

"Now down, and off of my shoulders, Gerald. I can't cover myself for you - it's what you wanted. You want me to show myself to you, don't you?" you whisper, and his hands slip the jacket off of your shoulders, and you are revealed to him.

"Whoa..." he starts, and you move in to kiss him as he stares, before you stop to whisper again, as you can't believe how hot this is making you - it seems more forbidden then what you've been doing so far today, in a place so close to other people where they might see you.

"We have to very quiet, or we'll get caught. Nothing will happen to you. But I'm just wearing a thong." You start to dry hump him again as you talk, circling your arms around him for balance again. "What if they find me? What if I end up...making too much noise?"

Your lustful eyes meet him again, daring him to do something, anything, to make you squeal....