Meaty Movie Magic

I squirmed in my seat, suddenly aware of a fingering need. And then—I still tremble to remember—I did something
I’d never done before. In the public dark, with a movie-light flickering all about me, I slipped my hand under my pocketbook, through the buttons in my shift and touched myself. My pussy seemed charged as it burned damply. My own actions alarmed me, but Brando’s screen persona somehow absolved them. I worked my middle finger up over my clit, which was hardened and very sensitive. With eyes glued to the screen, I then proceeded to caress it roundly…