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"It's time for my next adventure. I feel like a trip to the movies."
Veronica Hart stood in her boudoir - looking at her reflection in her mirror. It winked at her - wearing nothing at all but a wicked smile, garter belt, and red lace stockings. She gently squeezed her full breasts together and watched them jiggle as she thought about her "Blackmail" outing - her nipples staring right at her - as they did in the video of her strip tease. She felt the delicious tingle in the soft vee where her firm thighs met - thinking about that private detective - staring at her - naked. Totally unable to speak or move. Completely mesmerized by her image - burned onto his retinas. Thinking about how she had left all of her clothing right there and walked out of his office totally nude. Too bad that it had been late at night and no one had seen her as she strutted to her car - bare - and driven home. She had wanted to be seen - again - so when she arrived at home - unseen - she had brazenly parked on her driveway and made herself slowly walk all the way around her house. Naked. Before she slipped inside.
Yes. It was time to be naughty again.
Still wearing nothing but garterbelt and stockings, she strode to her computer and composed a "Craigslist" ad:
"Casual Encounter Wanted. You: pliable, reasonably-attractive adult male. Me: Creative woman who wants to meet a total stranger in a movie theatre and get friendly while the movie plays. Convince me why you should be my choice."
She posted the ad, then re-read it, idly playing with the curly hair between her thighs - imagining what it might be like, then forgot about the whole thing for a couple of days.
*******
When she returned to her blind email a couple of days later, she wasn't at all surprised to find a mountain of responses - mostly from knuckle-draggers who didn't have any more creativity than to offer a badly-taken picture of their "manhood" - and a one-or-two-word response - none of which were even worth taking the time for a response: any admonishment wouldn't even be understood by such mouth-breathers.
She *did* get a response or two from women, but none really ignited her attention. She let it sit for a couple more days - figuring that the delay would help to shake out those who were desperate.
And she was rewarded with a promising approach:
"Dear Creative Woman, we are a couple who enjoys being naughty and trying new things. In this case, we fondly remember our dating days - awhile back now - where we fumbled delightfully in the dark of a theatre - and we think it could be nostalgic to try it again now - with you. Tag, you're it". A snapshot was attached of a very-average-looking couple, kind of nerdy (both of them) - and Veronica was intrigued. She hadn't planned to include another woman, but, well, as she said aloud to herself "Why not?".
She sent a snapshot of herself in return and began the process of negotiating the details.
How EXCITING! Her nipples tingled as she realized that "this just might actually work out!".
*****
Over the next few hours, a few messages were exchanged and it was agreed that no names or phone numbers would ever be shared: this was to be a one-time, anonymous interaction - however it turned out. They also agreed that there would be no speaking. Then they picked out a badly-reviewed, R-rated movie mid-afternoon on a weekday - to have a better chance of having a mostly-empty theatre. And they logged off their computers - anticipating the coming meeting.
*****
The days shuffled by with the anticipation building. Veronica realized that the whole thing might be a bust: people often just failed to show up for such things - or so she had heard. But she enjoyed the process of deciding what to wear. On the one hand, it could be argued that she should wear something "easy off / easy on" so that she could adapt to whatever happened. But on the other hand, it was the implied danger of being naughty which was so compelling in the first place, so she decided to make it difficult, instead. She started with fussy underwear: a bra with a catch which was always a bit finicky. Boy shorts which had been a gift and that she had never liked: too un-sexy and bulky. TIGHT jeans: really difficult for her to coax on. And, besides, they made her legs and butt look amazing. Button-up boots. A long-sleeved blouse with lots of fiddly-little buttons and a pull-over sweater over that. Yup. It would be very time-consuming to remove, if it came to that - and, worse, nearly impossible to put them on quickly if anything happened. She decided to not risk any of her jewelry - leaving it all at home, and finished her ensemble with a car key on a necklace - so that her pockets would be empty.
*****
The day arrived and Veronica smiled at herself in the mirror as she prepared. Leaving all but her clothing at home: no wallet, no ID, just her pre-bought ticket folded in the pocket of her jeans. The wonderful feeling of excitement grew in her belly as she drove to the theatre, parked, and found her way inside.
The movie house was generally deserted as they had hoped, so she had no trouble finding the correct theatre and walking in - to the pre-movie advertisements. Her palms began to sweat a bit and she felt that "tingle in her mingle" as she made her way to the very-back row and selected a seat in the center.
Looking around, she was essentially alone. One or two couples scattered around, but the setup was just as she had imagined. True, the theatre was really quite bright - given what she was imagining, but that couldn't be helped so she settled in and watched the dancing hot dogs, which only increased the "tingle".
Eventually, the lights dimmed and the feature started and still she was alone. How disappointing!
There was a reason that the film had been critically panned: it was slow paced and boring, so Veronica decided to spice things up a bit.
"That's what I came for", she mused, as she pulled one foot up on her lap and began unbuttoning her boots. No big deal, but at least she was doing something. It took awhile, but eventually she dragged her boots off and dropped them under her seat, then peeled off her "Hello, Kitty" sox and felt a bit naughty as she let her soles touch the floor. Movie Theatre floors aren't known for being sexy, but this theatre was clean and the cold floor - tickling her "little piggies" - felt "wrong" - and, hence, a little fun. She wiggled her toes and very-quietly slapped her feet on the smooth concrete and enjoyed the tactile entertainment - since the visual entertainment on the screen in front of her - was severely lacking.
She closed her eyes to concentrate more on the tactile - and rubbed her hands along the armrests at the same time - feeling the velvet smoothing along her skin. Hmmm... Not bad.
Eyes still closed, she tried to decide what to do next - and physically jumped when hands laid gently onto her hands - one on each side!
Her eyes flew open, but found no visual input - because another hand was covering them - blocking her vision, then slowly pulled away to reveal a dim figure standing in front of her and another sitting to her left. Oh! Her couple must have arrived! The real fun was supposed to begin.
They hadn't planned any specific activities, so Veronica wondered about the protocol, but she was not a shy person so she reached for the figure before her, laid her hands on the figure's hips and discovered a skirt.
Suddenly her "naughty" was inflamed and blazing and she lost all caution. She explored the skirt, found a zipper and pulled, feeling it open and loosen - and in one movement, she dragged the skirt over the hips before her and right down to the floor, tapping the ankles she found there to make them lift - one after the other - and let her pull the skirt entirely off.
