21. Movie Theater 2 (1)
Today was already the day I had to head back to school. I'd come to see my little sister and brother after a long time and was planning to return to school, but there wasn't a single bus leaving right away. The terminal near school had an intercity bus app and online reservations, but here there was no app or any way to book in advance—I had to come in person to buy a ticket. What kind of bullshit is this in the 21st century?
"So, when's the next bus?"
"The 4:10 PM one is the soonest. Only two seats left on that."
"Just give me those, then."
I barely snagged tickets at the counter with its endless line, but that didn't make me happy. 4 PM meant over three hours to kill... I'd eaten lunch early at home and rushed out, never imagining seats would already be gone. As far as I remembered, there was nothing around here—no good way to pass the time. The terminal was packed with people, no seats anywhere, so I trudged outside.
Should I just go home and come back? As I hesitated, not knowing where to go, something caught my eye. An old three-story movie theater across the street. If I wanted to watch a movie, I'd usually go to the one on the other side of town—never this rundown place. I'd lived here forever but never stepped inside. Still, it looked empty enough to kill time. And most importantly, the weekend wasn't over yet. Not yet... I still had time for something naughty.
With my backpack on, I hurried across, my heart pounding so hard I had to walk fast to hide the sound. The building looked ancient from outside, like it had hand-drawn pamphlets plastered on the walls, but inside it was surprisingly clean. Monitors playing previews, a popcorn stand, chairs for waiting—everything was neat and tidy, not the dump I'd imagined. Guess it's not that dead.
Even in a high-traffic spot right by the terminal, it wasn't crowded. Just five or six people milling around the lobby. Whatever the reason, it wasn't bad for me. Today's outfit was a short tennis skirt, a timid crop top showing a sliver of navel, topped with the knit cardigan from yesterday. After that thrill on the bus ride here... if today's bus wasn't packed, I wanted to play again, so I'd dressed light. Never expected this many people heading to the bus, but this place seemed perfect for fun.
Which movie would be emptiest? I scanned the pamphlet rack at waist height, flipping through each one. Like I said, I wanted something deserted. Ah... it's so low...If I bend like this, my panties might show...
To really check them, I had to bend over, which naturally hiked up the back of my skirt, exposing everything. It wasn't that short—not unwearable outside—but standing still it already showed half my thighs, so one wrong move and my panties were visible. Just the possibility made my heart race. I could squat down to avoid it... I knew that... But I bent over anyway.
I felt the backpack's weight pull my upper body forward, my thighs cooling as the air hit. Even in an empty theater, people passed by sometimes. Staff watched from the counter. Yet here I was, bending deep enough to flash my thighs—and if I was lucky, my panties—to anyone who glanced. Haa... I'm such a pervert.Getting off on this... what an idiot.
I wanted to savor the thrill longer, but my head started spinning from holding the pose. I straightened up slowly, dragging it out to maximize panty exposure. Glancing back, only an elderly couple sat on the sofa, chatting away. The others from before had vanished. No one saw... Disappointing. But the fun was just starting, so it was fine. I shook off the regret and actually picked a movie.
Now I saw not every pamphlet meant a current screening. No need for them to choose. And unlike modern theaters, you had to ask staff for tickets. Good thing it was empty—no wait.
"One ticket for 'Aloha at Midnight', please."
"There's a 1 PM show starting right after this one—want that? Or a 3:30 PM later."
"I'll take it. One adult."
I rattled off a random movie to the staff and reached for my card, but the counter was weirdly high—almost armpit level. This high... they probably can't see what I'm doing on this side...? The lobby only had that chatting couple earlier. No one else for sure. My heart hammered at what I was about to do. Tension choked me. But... I wanted to try.
Watching the staff tap the computer, I reached back, tugging my skirt up bit by bit. Higher, higher. Until my thighs were fully bare, panties exposed—and hiked so high nothing was hidden. Flashing my panties in a lobby where people might walk by any second... If anyone saw, I'd be a total pervert, no denying it. This wasn't like pretending to browse pamphlets. This pose screamed I meant to show my panties.
If—god forbid—anyone caught me, I'd be etched in their memory as a freak. Yet I couldn't stop. Exposing in this uncertain lobby felt too good. My nipples tingled. I wanted to flip up my bra and bare my tits too. That would feel amazing...
"Here's your ticket. Like I said, 1 PM sharp, starts right away. Screen 2, seat H8."
I tensed, wondering if eyes were on me, when the staff spoke. I jolted, dropping the skirt hem and staring. "Ah, y-yes...!"
They didn't see. Good... The ticket wasn't a modern receipt but a real old-school one, evoking nostalgia. The naughty thrill was great, but little things like this made me happy too.
Standing there staring at it, the staff gave a puzzled look. "Need anything else?"
I'd only hesitated hoping someone might appear... But with them asking, I lacked the guts to say no. "Uh... one popcorn too, please."
I finally escaped the counter, hands full with a massive popcorn tub, only after that needless purchase. Not crazy expensive, but the unexpected hit stung. I could've said never mind, but chickened out. Pathetic. Now I'd have to make it worth it with even naughtier play.
With that weird resolve, I headed to the screen, munching the thankfully tasty, salty popcorn. At the entrance, a male staff checked tickets. Balancing the tub in one arm, I fished out the stiff paper ticket with the other—but it slipped free, fluttering behind me.
No, not now with staff waiting...! In panic, I bent to grab it from the floor—without bending my knees, back straight, ass thrust toward the staff since I'd turned around. Ah... this'll flash my panties...
Deeper than browsing pamphlets—no doubt they were visible. Not on purpose this time... a real accident. But it still felt good. Like sticky gazes clinging, my crotch buzzed with electricity.