Originally Posted by
iBlink
My ex was a real freak who liked the public setting. So one time we're in a matinee movie on a day we skipped school (this was my senior year of HS I think). Midway through the movie she unzips my pants and starts grabbing for my johnson. I'm bugging the eff out at this point because I've never done anything in public before. So I'm looking around frantic to make sure no one's looking, but there was literally only
one guy in the theatre with us and he's a few rows down (we were in the very back). So she leans over and start topping me off. So she get into to it and drops out of her seat and onto her knees. Now I'm not sure about any of you guys... but when I'm getting domed up, I close my eyes and imagine classical music playing... preferably some Beethoven (I really don't know why, but when I erupt, I hear the climax of the music). So I'm there in the seat getting served and she's on her knees going at it and I hear a footstep.
I open my eyes and the guy from up front is standing there, like two rows away, with a camera phone.