Continuing my story from last time:

Joe slipped his fingers in my pussy. I was already dripping wet with my pussy juices spilling onto the theatre chair. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. We were sitting in the last row. He moved his lips down to my neck and took his time around my shoulders and collar bone. He inched slowly down, just hovering his lips above my breasts. In the discrete silences of that theatre you could hear pretty distinct moans from me getting louder and louder.

He slowly lifted the edge of my skirt and spread my legs to expose my pussy. He stopped kissing me and knelt down in front of me and sucked my juices until I was screaming into my purse. His tongue was just unbelievable. I came in no time. He picked up my limp body and placed me on his lap with my back facing him. This time he ran his hands underneath my crop top and played with my nipples. His hard dick underneath his jeans rubbed against my bare pussy. I was ready to cum for the second time, when the lights came on.

I gently got up and sat on my seat. We pretended like nothing happened and walked out of the theatre to head to the hotel room where my hubby was waiting for us.

On the way out I brushed past a doctor who worked at the same hospital as I did. I don’t think he recognized me since he’s only seen me in scrubs and a mask, but he did give me a second glance. Wonder if he heard or saw anything.

To be continued.