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Here's a scene from what will eventually be a book, a series of erotic adventures. As you'll see, I adopted a curious POV. My early readers have been pleased, but they are not exactly reading with a critical eyes. So I ask...what do you think?
It's the hottest day of summer and you feel as if you've been walking forever. The sundress you're wearing lets the hot breeze bake your skin and offers little cover from the burning sun. The sidewalk bakes and shimmers in the heat, and your feet burn through the thin soles of your strappy sandals. You can't take any more of this. You've got to take cover.
Cars pass along the busy street, the drivers slowing down to take a look at you. A half-block ahead you see a small sign hanging from a pole over the sidewalk: "Air Conditioned." As you get closer, you see that the letters are drawn to resemble little blocks of ice. Rescue!
You arrive at the sign and find a glass booth. You've come to a movie theater. Perfect...you can escape from the heat in the cool dark, maybe even take a nap. You can stay all afternoon, until the sun goes down and a breeze rises to cool the city's baking streets.
You shove money into the slot and take your ticket, hurrying into the lobby. Double doors, padded with red leather, stand closed before you, offering access to the movie in progress. You pull them open and make your way into the welcome dark. Without waiting for your eyes to adjust you walk halfway up the aisle, select a row at random, and find a seat in the middle section. No one else seems to be sitting in your row.
You sink into your seat gratefully, feeling the fabric rough against your thighs where your dress rode up when you sat down. You close your eyes, grateful for the cool air conditioning, the dark, the blessed relief from the heat. You brace your knees against the back of the seat in front of you, lean back, and give a sigh of relief.
It takes only a few moments for the refrigerated air to revive you. You rest a moment more, eyes closed, before deciding that you might as well see what movie it is that you will be spending the afternoon with. It has a bouncy electronic musical score, must be some kind of cartoon or kids' movie.
You open your eyes and rub them as they gradually adjust to the brightness of the screen. It isn't a cartoon. You have accidentally stumbled into an adult movie-house. On the screen, a woman rocks back and forth as she is penetrated from behind by a dark-haired man with an enormous cock. The cock of a second man, fairer-skinned, slides between her lips every time she is pushed forward by the dark-haired man's hard thrusts. And now you hear, under the music, the woman's quiet moans, the men's grunts, the slurping sound of the cock sliding in and out of her.
You allow yourself a smile. Who knew they still had places like this? Leave it to you to take refuge in the city's last porno house.
You sink down a little further in your seat. You can see the silver light of the screen illuminating your knees where they are propped against the back of the seat in front of you. Your dress has ridden up your thighs a little. You glance left and right...the row is still deserted, so you leave the fabric where it is. You whisper a prayer to whoever invented air conditioning as you feel the cool air against your skin.
The image changes on the screen. Now it's a close-up of the woman's face. The fair-skinned man's fingers are tangled in her red hair as he pulls her down on his cock, then yanks her up. Her eyes seem glazed with pleasure -- or maybe it's drugs, aren't these porn princesses always high on the set? -- as she stretches her lips wide to take the cock deep in her mouth.
You take another look around, and your row is still empty. Watching the cock thrusting roughly between the woman's red lips, you unconsciously bring a finger to your own lips, wet it, find the tip with your tongue.
You are aware now that the combination of the movie and the cool air has caused your nipples to rise against the thin bodice of your sundress. You glance down and see the fabric pucker, the thimbles of your nipples straining against the fabric. You take your finger from your lips and return your hand to the armrest, letting your thumb brush so lightly and quickly against your nipple that if anyone had seen, it would have appeared to be an accident.
The touch of your thumb brushing against your nipple, even through the fabric, is electric. The movie must be getting to you more than you thought. You almost laugh at how you masked your intention, brushed "accidentally" against yourself. You're sitting alone in a dark theater. There's no reason to pretend.
Your right elbow planted on the armrest, you bring your forearm across your body and lift your hand to your left breast. Your fingers find your hard nipple easily through the fabric, and you begin strumming gently against the straining fabric, the friction tugging lightly against your nipple with each pass. Your nipple seems to grow even harder, and the sensation makes you ache.
You glance around again, then lift your fingers to the bare skin above the top of the sundress, the slightly sunburned swell of your breast. You attempt to shoehorn your fingers into the top of the dress, to get at your nipple directly, but the fabric is too tight, it's too awkward.
You leave a thumb tucked into the top of the dress, then find your nipple with your fingers again, through the cotton. The camera angle has changed on the screen again. Now there's a close-up of the dark man's huge cock thrusting into the redhead's bucking hips. He slaps her ass and leaves a perfect red handprint against the white of her flesh.
With that, you need to feel a direct touch. You peel the cotton of your sundress down off your left breast, exposing it to the chill air. Your hard nipple is instantly sensitive, the aureole puckering in the cold. You cover your breast with your hand and begin stroking back and forth on your nipple in time with the thrusts of the huge cock on the movie screen.
Now the director brings back the wide angle, presenting both cocks thrusting in counterpoint, one between the redhead's legs as she kneels on the floor, the other disappearing and reappearing from between her lips.
You slide down a little further in the seat, your thighs now splayed against the seat in front of you, and peel down the rest of your bodice, exposing your right breast. It is suddenly thrilling to be half-naked in the empty theater, in the cool air, with the huge cocks thrusting and sliding on the screen.
Leaving your breasts exposed, you drop your hands to your thighs, exposed where the sundress has slid up. You begin to tease the inside of your thighs, grazing them with your fingernails, gliding up and down the length of them. You are getting seriously turned on.
The men reposition themselves on-screen now. The light-haired man takes to the floor as the redhead squats over him and slides down his shaft, taking the full length of him in one thrust. Then she leans forward, and the darker man kneels between her legs, positioning the head of his cock at her ass. She feels him and pushes back against him, needing it. He holds her hips to steady her and pushes the head of his cock inside as she cries out. Below her, the fair-haired man begins to pump his cock in and out of her with long, steady strokes. She pushes back against the cock in her ass, urging it deeper.
Pulling your panties aside, you scoop up your own slick wetness as lubricant and spread it over your clit. The sensation as your finger touches your clit almost makes you cry out. You begin stroking in rhythm with the cocks fucking the redhead on the screen, both at once, splitting her open as she bucks and twists.
Your finger on your clit feels so good you can't help moaning softly. You are alarmed to hear an answering moan from the darkness. Or did you? You look left and right, and your row is still empty.
But now you hear a rhythmic shush shush shush. You glance over your right shoulder. It is too dark to see much, but in the silvery light of the screen you can see an open fly, a hard cock, a fist pumping up and down. You look at the man's face and see that he isn't paying attention to the movie. You recognize with an electric jolt to your clit that his eyes are fixed on your breast, your hard nipple, there in the silvery light.
You turn forward and begin rubbing your clit harder and faster, aware now that you are being watched. You hear ragged breathing to the left, and realize that men have left their seats elsewhere in the theater and clustered near you, to stroke themselves as they look at your body.
Your index finger continues to stroke your clit under the fabric of your skirt. But it isn't enough. You put two fingers of your right hand inside and begin to fingerfuck yourself there in the theater, your thumb finding your clit and beginning to grind hard on it.
With your other hand, slowly, you find the hem of your dress and lift it, lift it, higher and higher, until it is at your waist and you are entirely exposed in the dim silver light. You look down and see your fingers sliding in and out, and with that your inhibitions are gone. You slide down further in the seat until your legs are spread so wide your pussy is stretching open. You fuck yourself hard and fast with your fingers as your thumb rubs back and forth faster and faster over your clit. Your bare breasts rise and fall in the silvery light as your breathing begins to come hard and fast.
You are aware now of men to the left and right of you, in the row in front of you. They say nothing. But at their waists they are all grasping cocks through their open pants, pumping hard, their fists rising and falling furiously as they gaze at you hungrily.
With the knowledge that they are watching you, you explode. Your cunt grips your fingers tightly as your clit becomes so sensitive you can't bear to touch it. But you do touch it, you continue sliding your slick finger over your clit as your orgasm goes on and on and on. You moan in the half-dark.
The men continue to watch and you know now that you are their goddess, they can't tear their eyes away...to them, you are the most desirable sexual object in the world. They couldn't leave if the theater were on fire around them. Their eyes are devouring you and their hard cocks pulse with heat and desire.
Something snaps in you and you rise, leave your seat, make your way to the aisle. There you drop to your hands and knees, just like the woman on screen who is now crying out as the two cocks continue to slam into her.
You drop your face to the aisle, leaving your ass raised above your spread knees. And as you hear the men shifting around where they have followed you, hear the frenzied friction of their hands pumping up and down on their shafts, you reach back and flip up your dress, exposing your ass in the silvery light.
One of the men is kneeling in the aisle...you can see his hand rising and falling on his cock. You reach out and cover his hand with yours, guiding him as he rubs his cock, controlling the pace and the length of the stroke. He moans.
Another moan comes from your left side. There's another man there. You reach and wrap your fingers around his cock, beginning to pump him as you squeeze his hardness.
Behind you, anonymous hands have found you in the dark. You feel fingers in your cunt, sliding against your wet slippery clit, gliding lightly over your ass.
One man, bolder than the rest, comes and kneels at your head. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, lifting your head. You catch a fleeting sight of a white shirt, a tie, as he thrusts your face down. You open your lips to take his hard cock, as large and firm as the ones you are pumping, one in your left hand, one in your right.
You open your eyes and see all around you more men have come out of the dark, their pants open, their fists pumping up and down on their shafts.
You continue sucking cock, stroking the hard shafts of the men at your sides, as more hands find your breasts, pinch and tug at your nipples, squeeze your ass. You close your eyes and moan as you feel the cock in your mouth begin to throb, and you begin to suck harder, greedily.
A probing behind you makes you acutely aware of your emptiness for just a split second before you feel yourself pierced by the full length of yet another hard cock. You push back against it, establish a rhythm as you fuck the stranger behind you. The cock in your mouth begins to spurt hot bitter cum into your mouth. It fills your mouth and dribbles out as you swallow greedily. Then the cock is whisked away and another takes its place.
You feel a finger in your ass now, pumping in and out in rhythm with the cock that is fucking your pussy. The cock seems to be of average length but its girth is amazing...it is stretching you open at the conclusion of each thrust. You push back to get hard cock as deep inside you as possible.
The men rub and grope and fondle and grab and cum for an endless time, a stream of them, maybe many, or maybe the same handful over and over. It doesn't matter to you as long as there are hard cocks between your lips, in your hands, and filling your slick wetness, banging hard against you.
You don't know how long it lasts as the men use you to fulfill their lust. You only know that every time you look around, you see men's eyes fixed on you, burning with lust and desire at the sight of your breasts, your legs, your bruised and sucking lips, the secret slick wet fire between your thighs. They can't take their eyes off you. You fill them with a lust they can't control. Before you ever touch them, they are lost in thoughts of touching and fucking you. You are transformed by sex into the goddess of desire, irresistible.
Finally there is silence and you realize the movie has ended. Your cheek is resting in a pool of saliva and cum, your dress is around your waist, your breasts are smashed flat against the carpet.
You rise unsteadily and smooth your dress, raising the bodice to cover your sore breasts and throbbing nipples. You find one sandal in the aisle, another at your seat, and you sit to slip them on.
Cum drips down your thighs as you stand again. You make your way up the aisle and into the lobby, then out onto the street.
The sun is down now and the city has cooled to a bearable temperature. Cars pass by, and pedestrians, and your nose is tickled by odors from restaurants that have thrown open their doors and set tables on the sidewalks.
You laugh, toss your hair, and begin the long walk home.