My first outing
I've always been a bit weird about Doing This Stuff In Public. You know, the whole why-inflict-my- lifestyle-on-the-nice-normal-people thing. Last week after much talk, my GF and I decided to try something at a movie. My stipulations were that all clothes had to stay on and there could be no danger of us getting arrested. She came up with a solution; I cut a small hole on the inside of my front jeans pocket and ran the wire of a bullet vibe through the hole. The bullet went inside me and the jack plugged into a battery pack that fit into my pocket. Just a small one with three settings, not the pulsatron - the pulsatron's a wonderful thing but discreet it ain't.
The movie was "Coraline," by the way, and it's very good, if a bit scary for younger kids. We sat up high in the back of the theater, hoping to put some distance between us and the nice families. It worked, mostly; at least there was no one behind us. Once it got dark in the theater and the previews started, my GF tossed her coat between us. She reached under the coat, fished the battery pack out of my pocket and started teasing me to insanity.
My GF turned the vibrator on and off based on the level of noise in the theater. Whenever the volume on the screen started to go up, she slid the vibrator up to a higher setting. Then when it got quiet again the vibrator would stop abruptly. The first time this happened I had to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from groaning out loud. After that I behaved myself but it was not easy. Somehow when the vibrator stops dead it's harder to keep from coming than when it's running full speed! I'd be in major trouble if I came without permission of course.
Toward the end of the movie there's a long chase scene with a lot of loud music and the vibrator stayed on high for a good five or six minutes. I was gripping the armrests as hard as I could and taking long slow breaths and doing everything possible to keep from coming. Just when I thought I couldn't possibly hold off for one more minute the soundtrack got quiet again. For a half-second I thought I could hear the vibrator before it cut out but nobody else seemed to notice. She left it off for the rest of the movie and that was almost worse' when I'm suffering that much the only thing I want more than an orgasm is to keep on suffering.
When the house lights came up she put the vibrator back in my pocket and picked up her coat. I was unsteady on my feet for some strange reason. I nearly choked when a guy in the row in front of us turned around but all he said was, "I loved your laughter. It made the movie for me." I hope he was not being sarcastic!
We had to stop at the ladies' room so I could take the vibrator out and give it back to my GF. My panties were so sopping wet I thought about taking them off, but there was nowhere to put them in my purse and the only thing more embarrassing than wet panties is the idea that someone might find them in the trash and wonder what you've been up to.
My GF mentioned she'd like to see "Slumdog Millionaire" this weekend. I'd better stock up on fresh batteries. I hope she's not going to make me come during one of the musical numbers. On the other hand, I haven't had an orgasm since before "Coraline." Nope, she didn't let me come even after all that.