Tap it at the movies?

You tap at the brightly-lit cartoon-me on your phone, and my phone dings. I pull it out and tap and the me on your phone smiles, bending over, slipping her skirt down her legs until it fades away around her ankles. She stands up, her little panties peeking out beneath her long shirt.

"Welcome to level 3!" I whisper in your ear, flitting a tongue against it as I lean across the arm rest in the back of the theater. I slide my hand down your arm, pulling your hand across to my lap, slipping it under my skirt. Your fingers feel their way along my panties, pressing hungrily along my slit, and I let them as I push my hips up against you.

My skirt slips down, and I help it as it slides to the floor, your fingers preoccupied with the warm crease between my thighs as I kick the black fabric under the seats in front of us, letting your hand play for a moment before pushing it away.