Blush and Tissues in the Lobby
Come on up to a corner of the movie theater lobby. The movie theater clerk was staring blankly into space.
That guy... did he seriously save the country in a past life or something?
The clerk inwardly stuck out his tongue in amazement.
The male customer who had visited around this time yesterday.
At his side was a stunning beauty with a short bob haircut, exuding a mature aura, her arm linked possessively through his.
Anyone could see they were lovers deep in intimate skinship.
But today.
Just one day later, the same guy shows up again, and at his side stood a woman who looked eerily similar to yesterday's beauty but with a completely different vibe.
Jet-black hair cascading down to her waist, a cold impression like an ice princess.
And on a warm spring day like today, she was bundled up in a long black padded coat that covered her ankles, zipped all the way up to her chin in a bizarre getup.
Same face... so sisters? Alternating between big sis and little sis to watch R-rated movies? Damn, what a winner's life.
The clerk reflected on his own situation.
His pathetic existence, soaked in the stench of popcorn oil while scraping by on minimum wage.
Versus that guy's life, effortlessly switching out league-above beauties every day for dates.
A wave of bitter emptiness crashed over him.
"Haa... life."
He let out a deep sigh toward the floor.
Right at that moment.
Creeeak-.
The thick soundproof door of screening room 5 at the end of the hallway from the theaters cracked open ever so slightly.
And there emerged the long-haired woman in the padded coat, cautiously slipping out.
Heading to the bathroom? The clerk glanced idly at her, but his eyes widened.
Just moments ago, as she'd passed the counter, her face had been icy and expressionless like a block of frozen steel.
Now her cheeks were flushed beet red, like she'd just bolted out of a sauna.
Moreover, something seemed uncomfortable inside the padding; she walked with her legs twisted awkwardly together, her gait looking precariously unsteady.
The woman anxiously scanned the lobby.
Tears glistened strangely in her eyes.
Panting heavily, her chest heaving, she hurried with quick steps to the service table by the concession stand.
Snatch, rustle.
She yanked out a handful—no, nearly half the box—of napkin tissues from the dispenser on the table.
Then, as if afraid someone might see, she stuffed the wad into her padding pocket and scurried back into the theater, legs still crossed.
The empty lobby.
The clerk pondered deeply what he'd just witnessed.
Cheeks flushed to the tips of her ears.
Legs twisted precariously.
And the massive bundle of tissues grabbed in haste.
Once his imagination reached that point, a hollow chuckle escaped the clerk's lips again.
"Whoa... that guy's insane."
He wiped down the counter with a rag, muttering to his own wretched life.
Life really is unfair.
The movie was already barreling toward its midpoint.
Unlike yesterday, there were a few scattered audience members in today's screening room.
Not packed since it was an unpopular flick, but in the row ahead and diagonally forward, silhouettes of three or four couples dimly visible in the dark.
I swallowed dryly, tense as hell, scanning around.
If we get caught... total social suicide.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine. I... didn't want to do this! Really!
Rustle-.
Then my seat beside me shifted slightly, and Eunha pressed her body right up against mine.
"Haa... Do, Dojin."
I could feel her hot breath.
Her voice trembled pathetically, laced with a sweet, feverish scent wafting up.
"Like... hnn, like you ordered... I got the tissues...."
Eunha gently placed the crumpled wad of tissues from her pocket onto my thigh.
"Good girl."
I praised her in a low voice, grabbing the zipper pull on her black long padding.
Ziiiip-.
The sound of the zipper descending blended into the theater's massive sound system.
As the padding parted left and right, a wave of steamy, humid air rushed out.
Eunha's bare white naked body, not a stitch on.
The blue glow from the screen illuminated her round, full breasts and the sweat beading on her collarbone.
"Ahhng...."
Whether from insane arousal or the shame of being nude in public, Eunha trembled all over, clamping her legs tight together.
I picked up a couple sheets of her tissues.
And slid my hand between her clenched thighs.
"Hnnng...!" It was already sopping wet, drenched in slick fluids, and from that smooth, hairless slit, sticky love juices kept oozing endlessly.
Just from the friction of her bare skin rubbing inside the padding while walking and fetching tissues, she seemed half-way to climax already.
I slowly began wiping the damp juices trailing down her thighs.
Wipe-. Squish-.
Pretending to clean, I pressed the tissue firmly against her swollen, sensitive clit, and a lewd cry burst from Eunha's lips.
"──!!"
Of course, since she was clamping her own mouth shut, only a muffled moan leaked out.
"Tell me how excited you are. Out loud, Eunha."
Eunha squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lower lip until it nearly bled.
Then, in a quivering voice thick with tears, she began to whimper.
"Haa... Do, Dojin ordered me to... hnn, come with nothing under the padding... it was so embarrassing already...."
"...."
"Every step... the lining brushed my bare skin... uuht... juices kept leaking out, soaking my thighs... I was going insane...♡"
The moment her confession ended, the fluids soaking my fingers gushed out like a waterfall again.
I didn't hesitate anymore, pulling down my pants.
Freeing my massive cock, swollen to the bursting point and aching.
"Stand up and sit on me."
Eunha flinched, hesitating as she spoke.
"H-Here...? People might, hnn, people might see...?"
"The padding will cover it. Hurry."
I gripped her waist firmly and pulled.
She swallowed hard once, glanced around cautiously, then carefully lifted her hips onto my lap, facing me.
Thud-.
"Ahht...!"
The instant Eunha straddled my knees facing me.
My cock pressed snugly against her soaked lower belly and slit, trapped without a gap.
Her massive long padding draped over us like a giant tent, perfectly concealing our bodies.
From the side or front row, it probably just looked like a girl sitting on her boyfriend's lap, cuddling while watching the movie.
Or not?
Who knows. Right now... I couldn't care less.
"Reach down and touch it."
I whispered low to Eunha.
Her small, trembling hand groped through the darkness inside the padding toward where her wet slit met it.
"If this goes inside you, how deep do you think it'll reach?"
At my question, Eunha's shoulders shuddered.
"Haa... it's too big... hnnut...."
"Answer."
"To my... navel... uung, it'll pierce right through my belly...♡"
No sooner had her answer fallen than I wrapped my hands around her waist.
"Move your hips."
Eunha nodded obediently at my command.
She looped her arms around my shoulders and slowly began grinding her wet pussy against me.
Squish-. Squishh-.
Not even inserted, but the endless sticky mucus from her made it feel like it was plunging in and out of her inner walls.
"Right now, if anyone just turns their head a bit, they'll realize we're basically fucking inside this padding. Right?"
I kept imprinting the situation on her.
"In public. In a movie theater full of people watching. How's it feel, straddling your childhood friend's lap naked, shaking your hips?"
"Hnnng...! D-Don't say that...♡ Please, hnn...!"
Her lips begged me to stop, but her hip movements grew even more frantic and lewd.
Squishh, squelch-.
Of course, she couldn't move freely. Which only made it more exciting.
That slow, sticky motion dragged on for a full 30 minutes.
Eunha was utterly exhausted, burying her face in my shoulder, gasping raggedly.
Her whole body slick with sweat; inside the padding felt like a sweltering summer sauna.
I was at my limit too.
The electric thrill of mucosa grinding mucosa had my prostate swelling with the urge to cum.
I toyed with her damp hair as I murmured.
"Getting close...."
"G-Gonna cum...?"
Eunha lifted her head slightly, gazing down at me with tear-filled eyes.
"Yeah. Soon...."
"I'll... do my best...♡"
She bit her lip hard, squeezing out her last reserves to speed up her hips just a bit.
"G-Good...?"
"Yeah. You're doing great."
"Heh... he...♡"
And as the movie's climax approached. I remembered yesterday's finish in 'Eunha's' mouth.
And now too.
"Ngh...!"
"──♡♡♡♡"
Eunha shuddered violently, clinging to me.
No penetration, so my load sprayed mercilessly onto her white lower belly and inner thighs.
Hot, thick globs splattered stickily onto her bare skin with wet slaps.
"Haa... haa... ngh...."
Amid the aftershocks, as my body twitched finely, Eunha collapsed against my chest.
"Hnnng... ah, aa...♡"
She must've cum hard; her waist and thighs kept trembling in slender spasms.
From her lips leaked unrestrained final moans.
I zipped up her padding tight around her back and dabbed the sweat from her forehead with the tissues she'd brought.
"How was it? Feel good?"
At my question, Eunha—face buried in my chest—nodded vigorously and mumbled.
"Yeah... so good... the best...♡"
Still clinging to me, she panted shallowly and whispered on.
We stayed locked in that position until the movie ended.
Only after the audience trickled out and the credits fully rolled, lights blazing on in the theater, did we finally stand.
Using the remaining tissue wad she'd brought, we roughly wiped the mess of my traces from her lower belly and tidied up.
"...This is way too much of a hassle."
"Yeah...."
Obviously, some cum had leaked onto the seat.
We'd brought wet wipes too and cleaned it, but still... felt super inconsiderate.
After barely finishing cleanup, we stepped out of the theater.
Naturally, Eunha had her padding zipped neatly to her chin.
With every step, the lingering afterglow of pleasure still emanated thickly from her flushed face.
Just as we exited the hallway into the lobby.
"Do, Dojin...."
Eunha, fiddling with my fingers as we walked, murmured in a mosquito-like whisper.
"If another movie like this comes out... wanna watch it together again?"
I paused, about to nod.
But right then... an employee brushed past us.
So, probably... the clerk who'd clocked me.
His steps slowed just a bit.
"...."
He glanced back and forth between me and Eunha—who was bundled chin-to-ankles in padding, gripping my hand tight, cheeks blazing red.
"...."
"...."
He wore an expression of awe mixed with bafflement.
Fuck, so embarrassing.
I grabbed Eunha and bolted.