10. Movie Theater 1
I circle the room, checking my outfit. A flare skirt that rides just above my knees, a loose-fitting thin knit top, and black underwear top and bottom—everything's in place. I'm heading out to make up for yesterday's regrets. Sister Yeji isn't back from class yet, which lets me agonize over whether to wear underwear or not right here in the room.
Not some blockbuster that just opened—no, I'm going to see this obscure romance flick where I don't even know the director and the poster's crappy. I pre-booked tickets on my phone, and since it's a weekday afternoon, or maybe because the movie just sucks, almost every seat was empty except a few. Perfect for my games—the ideal film.
"Yeah, this looks good enough."
I smooth the flare skirt, saying it out loud on purpose. No one would guess I'm off to do something naughty. It's just normal clothes—the skirt isn't even short, and I didn't skip the underwear. I sneak out of school carefully and board the bus that was my playground last time. No one stares oddly. Last time... I took off my panties here and flashed my pussy to strangers. Now, fully dressed, it still feels like I'm showing my panties. My heart squeezes tight, breath catching.
No huge crowd crams onto today's bus. Who knows when it's packed or empty? ...Both make great playgrounds, but it'd be nice to know for sure. I'll look into it later. I vow silently as I get off and enter the terminal where the movie theater is.
It's a massive shopping mall with the intercity bus terminal, big mart, shops, and cinema all in one. Even on a weekday afternoon, the terminal's bustling. People with huge bags heading far away, others with logo-printed baskets from the mart. Everyday life everywhere. Weaving through them for dirty fun makes my pussy clench. I'm tense. Embarrassed. No one's paying attention now, but if just one figured out what I am, they'd stare me down... I can't stay calm.
The tension and thrill of someone spotting me flood my head. Even if it really happened, it'd feel good... I shake off the wicked thoughts and hop on the escalator quick. Shops everywhere, so the cinema's up on the fifth floor. As it climbs slowly, the view below fades from under my skirt. The mall's open atrium spans floors, escalators lining the edges—you can see everything from top to bottom.
Looking down, my legs tremble—maybe from the height, or other ideas popping up. Showing off here would be great... Not like this long skirt, but a short one, and anyone glancing up would see my underwear. Ugh, getting a little wet. The damp panties feel oddly good. I note the spot and keep going; from the fifth floor, it's all cinema, no open space.
Not wanting to bump into anyone before playing, I print my reserved ticket from the machine. The manned counter cycles trailers and snacks, but mine never shows. Right on time, no wait—I head straight in.
Lights still on, just like I checked: a couple people mid-theater, rest empty. Hardly anyone... Anticipation heats my face for what's coming. I climb to my seat: back row, right by the aisle. Awkward angle for the movie, but perfect for my games—aisle access. I mulled forever this morning picking it.
Hah... spending money on lewd stuff when I don't care about the film. Heart pounding, chest tight with nerves. Didn't know I'd go this far... But it's not big cash; hobby level, right? Who'd complain?
Lights out quick, screen glows. Ads play—not pitch black, but dimmer, harder to see. I reach under my skirt, stroking my mound.
"Hngh...!"
I cover my mouth with the other hand to stifle it. Rubbing in a theater with people. They're here for the movie; I'm doing dirty things. Hand slips inside carefully. Movie hasn't started—start already? Paid good money; gotta use the time. Everyone's up front anyway, wall behind me. Yeah. Dark as hell now—what's the problem?
Cotton catches my fingers. I lift my hips, slide it down smooth. Nerves blank my brain, but some reckless urge moves my hand. Black panties slip down my legs, bunching at my ankles. Haa... took off my panties in a theater with people. The high thrills me; I savor it, still.
Warm, moist air from my freed pussy spreads around. I lift the skirt a bit for more circulation. Always trapped in clothes—tough, huh? Breathe free now. My grateful pussy twitches, gifting tingles. No touch needed—pure bliss. Hah... am I the only perv stripping underwear in a cinema? Low satisfaction and edge-of-exposure thrill swell my chest.
No one's seeing... a bit more's fine. I lift my hips, shove the skirt off in one go. It flops to the floor, wrinkled, no snag—like no turning back. ...It's hot. People ditch outer layers in theaters. Same thing. Heater's blasting... just too warm, skirt off. That's all.
Who'd buy that? Even I'd scoff. But glancing down at my bare bottom half kills the excuses. Obvious perv pose. Pussy soaked in pleasure, glistening even in dark. Cool every time heater air hits. Heater's toasty, but it feels cool—how hot am I? Pervert. Total pervert. Getting off on this? Insane. But it feels so good. Doing this outside—too good.
"Haaa..."
Lower half naked before the movie starts—head spins from the bliss. People here, but really wearing nothing... Won't get caught, though. Chair blocks from below. I scoot forward, not against the back. Barely hiding as-is, now thrusting it out like look at me. Half-reclined, pussy out—can't hide. Don't want to. Won't hide. Can't lose this feeling...
Reaching to stroke my whining pussy—door at screen base bangs open. Two guys dash up the stairs. Right my way. Heart drops. Excitement flips to terror. No, don't wanna show this. Don't want them knowing I'm a perv. Please. I snatch the skirt, slap it over my waist. Can't even put it on—just thighs. Groin thrust out awkward. Up close, obvious weird. Ankle panties bunched black—not super visible, but spotting it outs me instant. Can't pull 'em up without skirt first. Screwed. Can't hide. What if caught like this? Yell? Call cops? ...Or sneer and curse? That'd feel good too... No, crazy. Can't happen.
I fixate on the sloppy skirt cover, head down. Guys rushing up slow at my row, turn inward without pause. No hesitation, no nudges or points sharing stares. Like they didn't see—straight to seats.
Corner-eye them sit; finally lift my head. .......... Not caught. Too dark.
"Hngh... ah, aa... hngh... haht."
Just the near-miss whites my brain with ecstasy. Hips shake wild. Skirt rolls off trembling limbs. Feels... so good... Almost busted for good, but amazing... Drool leaks from both mouths, wetting skin.
"Hnght, ha... haa..."
How long? Tremors fade; barely manage clothes. This... might be addictive... Uneasy but good feeling sticks in my brain.