California Dreaming

This is part one of a fantasy that I promised to write.
I meet them in the coffee shop of a hotel near the airport. While we have talked on the telephone, IMed, and emailed for a bit, this interview will determine whether we proceed or not. It is me, she and her husband.
It goes well. If it hadn't and if there was no mutual interest in boldly going forth, I would have traveled around and seen the sights before returning home.
A few hours later we meet at a movie complex. I had give hh (her husband) a list of requirements as far as what kind of seats the theater should have and the fact that the movie should be nearing the end of its run and not be expected to have a packed house.

We purchase our tickets and go all the way up to the next to last row; the theater has what they call stadium seating.

We sit in the middle of the row, he sits a few seats away as he is to be our lookout, and there are a few other intrepid moviegoers scattered about below us. As the movie begins, we begin to kiss and I am caressing her body through the thin fabric of the sun dress she is wearing. I had told her to wear nothing underneath it.
Soon I am running my hand up and down her thighs and teasingly and fleetingly touching her clit. We kiss and caress for probably half the duration of the movie. I pull her up to her feet and pull the dress off over her head. I turn her around and have her rest her rump against the back of the lower row of seats and spread her legs so that my eager mouth can lick and taste her. With tongue and fingers I bring her to the precipice of orgasm and over several times.

When I think that she is ready, I have her turn around and face the screen with her body bent forward. In this position, I enter her from behind. By now, there are as many of the movie patrons turned around and watching us as there are enjoying the movie. As I am pumping in and out, I take some ice from a cup and apply it to her clit...her moan is louder than the sound coming from the screen.
I raise her up and move in front of her so that when I enter her standing she will still be able to see the audience members watching us by looking over my shoulder. We come together just as the credits begin to run. We wipe the moisture from each others body with paper concession stand napkins and I help her get back into her sun dress.
We get mostly smiles from the audience members as we depart the theater and head for our next destination.

...to be continued.