This is written with a single gal in mind, but I've done it with couples, with great success. I love it when she sits next to me, with her man on her other side, and enjoys us both...I add to the sensuality and "naughtiness" and "kink-factor", while he is there to ensure she is safe, and gets to enjoy the spoils of my having aroused her and readied her...
Here's a crazy idea...Jordan Landing theaters, "Sleeping with Other People"
You are dressed nice, not noticeably sexy so as to turn heads, just nice. You're wearing a skirt that shows off your legs. You may even be wearing your favorite hosiery that highlights the curve of your calf, and heels that not only curve your calf, but also give you that little butt lift that is so provocative.
You arrive after the previews are playing, the theater is darkened. You let your eyes grow accustomed to the dark, and you see me, sitting in the back, with popcorn and drink, dressed nicely, with a fabulous smile. You make your way back and sit beside me. No words are necessary, you are simply a woman sitting beside a man in a darkened theater. You let your eyes roam the theater, then roam me. You notice that I'm dressed nicely, slacks, dress shoes, as if I'm about to go meet with a high-priced client for some financial transaction. I offer to share my popcorn and drink with this sensual woman who is sitting at my side.
When you are comfortable with the situation, you take my hand and place it on your thigh. No words are necessary, just that simple act in invitation. I smile at you, and slowly begin letting my hand wander your thigh, downward to your knee, then slowly upward. Nothing too noticeable for anyone, just absent-mindedly massaging. You lean in and whisper something to me, I smile and give you a kiss. This continues for a while, as we enjoy the show and enjoy each other's company, the closeness, the simpleness of this naughty scenario. Maybe you heft the weight of your breast as you look me in the eyes. You might even tweak your nipple and gasp as you look at me. You may even close your eyes and hump your hips as if to gain more touch, as my warm palm nears your heating core. Perhaps you let your hand wander to my powerful thigh, feeling the muscles under my slacks, and then let it wander to feel that hardness, that manliness, that utterly inviting shaft of manhood that is straining to be enjoyed and taken, and also desiring to enjoy and to take. It's all meant to arouse, to stimulate, to use anticipation as the powerful aphrodisiac that it can be.
You excuse yourself to the restroom and upon returning, drop something in my lap and whisper, "these are for you." I look down and inspect in the darkness. They are your panties. I bring them close and sniff, and smell your light perfume and a little of your scent. My hardness throbs. I look to you and you smile as you slightly part your legs, in open invitation...
We then drive to your place where we slowly disrobe each other, taking our time, letting anticipation build. You may even tell me to put on some music and light some candles, as you excuse yourself to the bathroom where I hear the water running. You come out wearing a robe and coyly drop it to the floor and invite me stroke your body, to heft the weight of your supple breasts, and to inhale your scent. All the while, you are backing to the tub, where you invite me to join you. We take our time soaping each other, passionately kissing each other, and wholly arousing each other. You sit on me, dangerously close to engulfing my manhood with your warm, wet core. We kiss, grope, and wholly arouse each other. You then step out, make a show of drying yourself for me, giving me shots of your derriere, the curve of your hips, your opened leg and the wonderful hidden lips. You are enjoying making me aroused by your show. You find that you are quite the exhibitionist, as you jiggle your derriere for me, as you dry your breasts and slowly, almost achingly, tease your nipples for me. You tell me to step out and you dry me, taking your time to feel my powerful thighs, cupping and drying my voluptuous sac, and even instructing me to spread my legs so that you can dry my crack.
You take my hand as lead me to your bedroom. You crawl onto the bed, giving me provocative poses of your curves, using every bit of dare and resolve in you to further expose yourself, every beautiful inch of yourself, to my gaze. We kiss like long-lost lovers, and you then begin to worship my body, kissing here, licking there, french kissing me in between, letting your body seductively caress mine, first here, then there, teasing me with your womanhood, tempting me with sights of positions that you'd like to be in as I thrust into you. You crawl down my body and position yourself between my splayed legs and look deep into my eyes as you engulf my manhood and make love to it. I'm so very aroused and ready to burst. But I don't want to yet, not until I've done the same worshipping of your body; testing, teasing, tempting, arousing, playing, until you are writhing from climax to climax from my talented tongue and nimble fingers.
Only then do I ask you to get on top of me, placing my hardened shaft between your lips. Not inside of you, but aligning your slit with my shaft, so that as you move your hips, your lips are kissing my velvety shaft. So that as you move your hips, you are causing my hardness to stroke along your slit and to bump, so incredibly erotically, into your clit. Over and over and over you grind into me, on me. You are in control of this movement, desiring at one moment to move higher so that we kiss passionately, like teenagers, like lovers. The next moment you move even higher so that I can bathe your nipples with affection. And sometimes you even raise yourself up, as if to engulf my manhood with your wetting softness. You are in control, you are driving, you are able to get what you want, to take what you desire, to thrill and be alive and vibrant and wholly womanly.
If your place isn't an option, we can always go back to my hotel room. I'll admit to there being something wholly sensual to going to your place, where you are comfortable, and letting me into your world. I will also admit that there may be a draw to it being in my hotel room, where it's somehow more daring, more naughty, slightly more kinky.
You needn't be a size 8, your sensuality and desire are much more important to me than your size. Truthfully, I enjoy curves on a woman. Can't you imagine how utterly sensual and romantic and passionate this will be? I'm available all this week. This can be a nooner, early afternoon, or evening. Matinees are less crowded, but otherwise I'm good with anything.
Shall we indulge and feel alive?
Here's a crazy idea...Jordan Landing theaters, "Sleeping with Other People"
You are dressed nice, not noticeably sexy so as to turn heads, just nice. You're wearing a skirt that shows off your legs. You may even be wearing your favorite hosiery that highlights the curve of your calf, and heels that not only curve your calf, but also give you that little butt lift that is so provocative.
You arrive after the previews are playing, the theater is darkened. You let your eyes grow accustomed to the dark, and you see me, sitting in the back, with popcorn and drink, dressed nicely, with a fabulous smile. You make your way back and sit beside me. No words are necessary, you are simply a woman sitting beside a man in a darkened theater. You let your eyes roam the theater, then roam me. You notice that I'm dressed nicely, slacks, dress shoes, as if I'm about to go meet with a high-priced client for some financial transaction. I offer to share my popcorn and drink with this sensual woman who is sitting at my side.
When you are comfortable with the situation, you take my hand and place it on your thigh. No words are necessary, just that simple act in invitation. I smile at you, and slowly begin letting my hand wander your thigh, downward to your knee, then slowly upward. Nothing too noticeable for anyone, just absent-mindedly massaging. You lean in and whisper something to me, I smile and give you a kiss. This continues for a while, as we enjoy the show and enjoy each other's company, the closeness, the simpleness of this naughty scenario. Maybe you heft the weight of your breast as you look me in the eyes. You might even tweak your nipple and gasp as you look at me. You may even close your eyes and hump your hips as if to gain more touch, as my warm palm nears your heating core. Perhaps you let your hand wander to my powerful thigh, feeling the muscles under my slacks, and then let it wander to feel that hardness, that manliness, that utterly inviting shaft of manhood that is straining to be enjoyed and taken, and also desiring to enjoy and to take. It's all meant to arouse, to stimulate, to use anticipation as the powerful aphrodisiac that it can be.
You excuse yourself to the restroom and upon returning, drop something in my lap and whisper, "these are for you." I look down and inspect in the darkness. They are your panties. I bring them close and sniff, and smell your light perfume and a little of your scent. My hardness throbs. I look to you and you smile as you slightly part your legs, in open invitation...
We then drive to your place where we slowly disrobe each other, taking our time, letting anticipation build. You may even tell me to put on some music and light some candles, as you excuse yourself to the bathroom where I hear the water running. You come out wearing a robe and coyly drop it to the floor and invite me stroke your body, to heft the weight of your supple breasts, and to inhale your scent. All the while, you are backing to the tub, where you invite me to join you. We take our time soaping each other, passionately kissing each other, and wholly arousing each other. You sit on me, dangerously close to engulfing my manhood with your warm, wet core. We kiss, grope, and wholly arouse each other. You then step out, make a show of drying yourself for me, giving me shots of your derriere, the curve of your hips, your opened leg and the wonderful hidden lips. You are enjoying making me aroused by your show. You find that you are quite the exhibitionist, as you jiggle your derriere for me, as you dry your breasts and slowly, almost achingly, tease your nipples for me. You tell me to step out and you dry me, taking your time to feel my powerful thighs, cupping and drying my voluptuous sac, and even instructing me to spread my legs so that you can dry my crack.
You take my hand as lead me to your bedroom. You crawl onto the bed, giving me provocative poses of your curves, using every bit of dare and resolve in you to further expose yourself, every beautiful inch of yourself, to my gaze. We kiss like long-lost lovers, and you then begin to worship my body, kissing here, licking there, french kissing me in between, letting your body seductively caress mine, first here, then there, teasing me with your womanhood, tempting me with sights of positions that you'd like to be in as I thrust into you. You crawl down my body and position yourself between my splayed legs and look deep into my eyes as you engulf my manhood and make love to it. I'm so very aroused and ready to burst. But I don't want to yet, not until I've done the same worshipping of your body; testing, teasing, tempting, arousing, playing, until you are writhing from climax to climax from my talented tongue and nimble fingers.
Only then do I ask you to get on top of me, placing my hardened shaft between your lips. Not inside of you, but aligning your slit with my shaft, so that as you move your hips, your lips are kissing my velvety shaft. So that as you move your hips, you are causing my hardness to stroke along your slit and to bump, so incredibly erotically, into your clit. Over and over and over you grind into me, on me. You are in control of this movement, desiring at one moment to move higher so that we kiss passionately, like teenagers, like lovers. The next moment you move even higher so that I can bathe your nipples with affection. And sometimes you even raise yourself up, as if to engulf my manhood with your wetting softness. You are in control, you are driving, you are able to get what you want, to take what you desire, to thrill and be alive and vibrant and wholly womanly.
If your place isn't an option, we can always go back to my hotel room. I'll admit to there being something wholly sensual to going to your place, where you are comfortable, and letting me into your world. I will also admit that there may be a draw to it being in my hotel room, where it's somehow more daring, more naughty, slightly more kinky.
You needn't be a size 8, your sensuality and desire are much more important to me than your size. Truthfully, I enjoy curves on a woman. Can't you imagine how utterly sensual and romantic and passionate this will be? I'm available all this week. This can be a nooner, early afternoon, or evening. Matinees are less crowded, but otherwise I'm good with anything.
Shall we indulge and feel alive?
All the more reason to have a porn-party at the house!
The key is to go in the middle of the day like 1-2ish find a movie that has been out for a while, and more than likely the theater is empty or pretty close to it. The back row/corners usually the best spot, and make sure the girl is wearing a skirt. Sex in the theater is actually quite fun and easy to get away with if you plan properly. 
First off, thanks for taking the time to post! I take all your comments to be wholly intended to benefit, so thank you. And now, before anyone jumps to conclusions, let's remember that my posting is all about flirtation and using anticipation as the powerful aphrodisiac that it can be, all about the "naughtiness" of the thought of it all. I am a safety guy, and certainly don't desire to get anyone in trouble, and would never let us get to a situation where we could POSSIBLY get into trouble. Thanks again for your thoughts and comments.
We go to the movies all the time, flip the arm rest up between us and I put my leg over his. Who's to say if his hand goes up my skirt or not? Maxi dresses and modest long skirts are actually the most accessible.
Not these same details of course but we've done things like this MMF MMFF more than once and loved it. Nice tension builder for later in the evening. And as said above, not that I find them terrible fashionable, but those maxi skirts are thin enough to feel the contours through them and provide discreet access. Just don't do this on opening night of the biggest blockbuster in months.
We've fooled around in a theater before but it wasn't with random people..just me and her.. It was exciting.. But announcing it on web before u do it sounds iffy haha
Been there, done that, LOVE IT! And I have never gotten in trouble for it. It's definitely a fun appetizer for the night ahead.
Done it also!! Very erotic and fun. Probably some of the funnest foreplay we've had!!
It's all about context. Fuck around in the back of the theatre during a screening of "Fifty Shades of Grey" and you might get let off with a warning. Try it during a Saturday matinee of "The Little Mermaid" and I can almost guarantee you'll end up on the sex offender registry. Depends on whether or not you like to live on the edge. 
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Been there, done that, LOVE IT! And I have never gotten in trouble for it. It's definitely a fun appetizer for the night ahead.
That's how we look at it!
Ha!!50 shades suck.. I get off more during horror films
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