21. Movie Theater 2 (3) (Illustration)
My head feels fuzzy, probably from the short, sharp breaths escaping my lips. My skirt's been hiked up past my hips for ages now, my bare skin sticking directly to the seat from all the lewd juices gushing out nonstop. Even so, the pleasant sensations fill my body, making my filthy hole clench tight, over and over. I rub my quivering pussy from bottom to top, all the way up to my clit. I don't even need to look to know my face is twisted in the most vulgar expression. It's embarrassing, mortifying, terrifying that someone might catch me—but I can't stop my fingers from moving. The shame and humiliation all twist into delicious pleasure, tickling through my insides. For this feeling, I'd do anything.
My fingers keep going, but the skirt keeps getting in the way, brushing annoyingly against my arm. Part of me wants to just rip it off. What's stopping me...? My dazed mind scans the surroundings. The movie's showing a dark night sky as the protagonists share a quiet conversation—something serious enough that no one seems to be looking around. Haa... just a little, just a tiny bit more undressing. If I take off my skirt completely, my lower half will be totally bare... but nothing matters anymore. Even naked from the waist down, the seat hides everything. It's so dark in here, no one in the other seats would notice anyway.
Maybe it's because I've been so worked up for so long, but my body feels bolder than usual. I lift my hips right away and yank the skirt down. Even in those few short seconds as it slides to my ankles, my hole trembles violently, urging my fingers on. I'm really naked down there now. With someone right in front of me. Completely bare.
"Ngh... hng...!"
The moment my fingertips graze my inner lips again, an uncontrollable moan slips out. Luckily, it's not loud enough to reach the seats in front or behind. Or... maybe it is. The thought flashes through my mind, but I can't stop. Even if they heard, I don't have the willpower to quit now. Without the skirt, my hand angles better, letting me rub even deeper inside.
No sounds, don't make a sound. I bite my lower lip gently with my front teeth. The pain clears my head for a second, only for the fog to roll back in thick and heavy. Before I know it, my hand drifts up to my chest. Soaked in the slutty fluids from my pussy, it rubs over my breasts. Ah... my clothes are getting wet... Of course, the fabric against my chest soaks through bit by bit. If I drench it like this, I'll have to go out in public later reeking of sex. Even if the clothes dry, the smell will linger. Anyone who knows what it is will stare at me weirdly—thinking I jerked off in the bathroom or that I'm turned on right now. They'll definitely have filthy thoughts about me.
"Hngh...!"
Just imagining it squeezes my lower belly tight. It feels so good. I pinch my nipples, poking stiffly through my top, between thumb and forefinger. Every squeeze sends sharp pleasure jolting through my whole body. My fingers grip harder, little by little. It hurts, it hurts so much... but it feels good... Chasing pure ecstasy, my body twists and pinches them however it wants. Pinching any other skin would hurt like hell, but my nipples... the more it hurts, the higher the pleasure builds. I'm a pervert who loves pain. It feels good. It hurts, but it feels amazing. Pinching my nipples like this... rubbing my clit... masturbating in a room full of people... it's so incredibly good I can't think straight...
By now, the only thing on my body is a tiny crop top. My cardigan's bunched up behind my waist, skirt pooled at my feet. I even folded my panties neatly and stashed them in my bag. The theater isn't packed, but there are still over thirty people... Haha, what an idiot. What if you get caught? Are you trying to show off to strangers? I hear a scolding voice in my head. Smirking at it, I pinch my nipples even harder. My teardrop breasts flatten and stretch into sharp points.
What if...? Getting seen feels good, so why not? I shove the crop top up over my breasts, covering them with my hand for now. In the darkness, my pale white tits are fully exposed. If there were someone right in front of me... they'd see my pussy and my chest, all laid out like this. Even I think I'm insane. My outfit's so skimpy it's basically inevitable. No—it's no different from being fully naked. With the top flipped up over my chest, I'm pretty much stripped bare. Doing this in the shadows is turning me on so much. The self-loathing of becoming a total pervert mixes with the thrilling pleasure, filling my head with nothing but bliss.
If someone sees me... anyone at all... it'd feel so fucking good. Following that urge, I spread my legs a little wider. One hand still rubbing up and down while I part my thighs more and more. But the armrests block me—I can't open too far. This is only a bit wider than shoulder-width... If I want to show more crotch, I'd have to put my legs up on the armrests. The ultimate humiliation pose from the internet—the only way. A normal girl would feel shame even at the doctor's, but I have to do it myself. I'm already naked anyway, so what's there to hesitate? If I get caught, sitting nude or splayed like this is the same. But spreading wider will feel way better than now. Same risk, more pleasure... obviously, I should.
Without a second thought, I lift my legs up. One on each armrest. Leaning back comfortably against the seatback, legs spread wide atop the armrests... even I know this pose is obscenely slutty. My pussy gapes open like my legs—no hiding anything. At least my untouched hole has straight, tightly closed outer lips. But swollen from arousal, my inner lips don't fully seal, and with no hair at all, my slit parts slightly, dripping slutty juices in thick drops. If someone were right behind, they'd see from my calves to ankles—and more. Luckily, there's just one guy way over by the stairs in the corner, so I can prop up without worry.
Hoo... I actually did it... I've never even tried this exposed pose in my room, but here in a public space—dim or not—I spread wide. It's not pitch black either; light leaks from the screen's night scenes, enough to make out shapes. In such an open place, not just sitting naked but voluntarily M-legged... A normal person would die of shame. No, I feel the shame too—the humiliation's the same. The only difference is I feel an insane pleasure from it. It's really embarrassing, mortifying, the kind of humiliation I'll cringe at later... but that just makes me this excited. Next time I remember this, it'll be soaked in ecstasy, not shame. Spreading in public gives that level of thrill.
"Ngh... mm...! Hnngh, haaa...!"
Pinching my nipples in this humiliation pose while rubbing around my clit, my waist twists as tremors rack me hard. My mind blanks white, toes curling inward in the air. My hand and the seat soak in the gush from my pussy. Even my skirt on the floor got splattered. Anyone seeing me would know instantly I'd climaxed. All I can do is bite my lips to stifle moans—can't stop the shaking limbs or squirting juices.
"Haa, haa..."
My breath carries a lewd, sweet scent. I came in a theater full of people... in this slutty pose, ugly to the end... Even in my hot, unfaded mind, I feel so pathetic and stupid. A proper woman who can think straight wouldn't go this far. My tongue flicks out to lick my lips. ...But it felt too good. So good I want to do it again... Satisfying. The best.
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