We are at the movies, but neither of us is paying any attention to what is happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old and there are maybe seven other people in the theatre. None of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for twenty minutes and she is whispering naughty things in my ear. This cute married woman and I have been chatting on SH for a couple of months since lock-down. 49 and a serious hot body and after some hot phonesex and numerous orgasms together we had to meet. The sexual chemistry between us was intense, but we were still getting to know each other and explore our boundaries. I was in her city for business and while discussing fantasies one night, she admitted to getting a thrill from fooling around in public. I immediately suggested we go catch a movie after work. She enthusiastically agreed. She arrived in knock-out red shoes and matching red lingerie. We got to our seats and I was hard when we touched the first time….Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost to her waist, and her skirt is hiked up around her hips. The armrest between us is up and she is pressed against me, her hand on my chest. I have one arm over her shoulder and my other hand is inside her bra. She whispering in my ear, telling me that she has been thinking about me all day. She says the more she thought, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet. As her lips brush against my ear, I feel an answering surge of lust from my groin. I squeeze her breast, rubbing my palm across her hardening nipple. She shifts her hips to press more firmly against me, moaning appreciatively. She tells me she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing we were going out tonight. She says she wore her favourite bra just for me, the one that pushes her breasts together and gives great cleavage. She tells me when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found her panties were already wet. I ask her to prove it and she makes a show of leaning away from me and sliding down in her seat. She spreads her legs and pulls her skirt higher, tugging her panties to one side. Slowly and deliberately, she runs her fingers over her lips. She is teasing me, biting her lip as she flashes me her wetness. Several times she traces up and down her lips before finally slipping a finger easily inside. Then, quick as a flash, her panties are back in place, and she is leaning against me. She puts her arm behind my back and kisses up my neck. She licks my ear, and then reaches up to slip her finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the cream of her pussy. It is thick on her finger and the taste is hard to describe. A mixture of salty, musky, and feminine... pure sex. She reaches back under her skirt and begins whispering in my ear again. She tells me she is stroking her clit just like she does every night in bed and when we are having phonesex. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, the other cupping her breast. Now and then she slips a finger into her pussy to spread her juices over her lips and clit. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm approaches, she sucks on her fingers. At those times she craves me throbbing in her mouth, Cumming along with her. Her voice is husky in my ear when she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind. She says she likes to kneel on her bed, with me standing behind her, a tight grip on her hips. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for hard deep sex! She can rock backwards, feeling me deep inside her. She says after I cum inside her, she likes to collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. I can tell she is almost there when she tells me for the past few nights, she is fantasized about me. She says she wants to lay on her back, her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as I slide into her. Sensing my cue, I run my hand down her back and slip it into her panties. Her breath catches in anticipation as I rest my middle finger. She trembles as I press lightly against her opening. I can feel her hand moving and I know she is rubbing tight, eager, circles on her clit. I begin moving my finger in time with her own motions, gently rubbing in small circles. I feel her opening tighten in anticipation and then relax. She is warm and soft and welcoming, the entire area already slick with her pussy juices. I press just the tip of my finger inward, not quite entering, teasing what she wants. "Please," she moans in my ear, "please...". She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She gasps and freezes for a moment, then begins writhing again. She is pressed against me, her hand moving frantically between her legs. She rocks her hips, putting pressure against my hand, forcing my finger deeper. She begs me to make her cum. She is whispering so quickly and intently in my ear that all the words run into one another. "Oh god make me cum, oh make me cum and make me cum..." It does not take long. After a few more thrusts, I hear her breath catch in her throat. She leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as the orgasm washes over her. Her pussy rhythmically squeezes around my finger; tight, then loose for a moment before clamping tight again. As it dissipates and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She whimpers and as we kiss, I can feel her hand move into my lap. The movie's not over yet...