Nastya would not have noticed him if she had not specifically looked for it. The young man stood near a large poster near the cashier and looked at the phone. He looked exactly like Lenka said: a thin, very young-looking boy in a black T-shirt and blue jeans.

Nastya reached down to the box office window and said loudly enough:

- Two tickets to the "shades of gray", the sixteenth row, places tenth and eleventh.

She really wanted to say “the last row”, but at the last moment she called his number. The young man threw a quick glance at her and her friend, and again buried his phone, paying no more attention to them. Nastya and Tanya took the tickets and passed by: giggling, they discussed whether to take popcorn or something hotter to them.

Girlfriends went to the cinema, settled in their seats in the last row and got ready to watch a movie. Almost all the other spectators in the hall also sat two by two: they were mostly middle-aged women, like Nastya and Tanya, but there were also girls and a man-woman couple. All couples sat apart, observing at least two armchairs of distance. There was no one in the last row except Nastya and Tanya.

Nastya did not notice at what point the young man entered the hall. Probably, when they turned off the lights and turned on the ads. He sat down in the last seat of the last row on the side of Nastya and stared at the screen.

Nastya, too, plunged into the film, waiting for the erotic act on the screen to begin to like her. Waves of pleasant experiences rolled around little by little, but it seemed to her that she was still not sufficiently excited. She was rather excited by the story Lenk had told her, rather than this film.

However, already somewhere in half an hour Nastya felt herself slowly melting away from desire. Her body languished, yearning for caress and touch. Nastya took a quick glance at her friend, and then turned her head and looked openly at the young man. The young man seemed to be waiting for this moment - he immediately looked at her in reply: a little questioning glance and some gesture near the face.

In response, Nastya took up the fabric of her long skirt and slightly raised it, revealing to the young man the view of her shoes. He nodded, slipped into the passage in front of the chairs and quietly moved toward her. Nastino's heart pounded like mad. The young man found himself near her knees, took the edge of her skirt and looked Nastya in the eyes, as if asking for permission. Nastya nodded and spread her legs as wide as the cinema chair allowed. The young man lifted the light fabric Nastina skirts and dived under it.

Despite the fact that she was ready for this, Nastya shuddered visibly from the fact that men's palms had touched the inside of her legs. The young man stroked her, as if soothing, and then deftly faked the narrow strip of her thong panties and took her aside. Nastya felt his breath in her crotch and froze, anticipating.

Hot kisses covered the entire surface of her excited petals from top to bottom. Then Nastya felt a wet touch of the tongue, sharp and skillful. He opened her intimate lips, pressed on sensitive points and caressed her tirelessly.

Nastya leaned back in her chair and threw her leg on the free arm of the chair. For a moment she looked at her friend - Tanya admired the head of the young man at Nastya between her legs, barely noticeable in the darkness of the cinema under the dark cloth of her skirt. The women looked at each other knowingly and Nastya threw back her head, closing her eyes and enjoying. Her hands seemed to have slipped under a blouse, found their nipples and squeezed them, adding pleasure to an already pleasant process.

***

The orgasm rolled up slowly and pleasantly. Nastya did not hurry, letting the boy work on herself. He tried very well: Nastya could not remember that one of her men once so carefully caressed her there.

From the surging pleasure Nastya still trembled for a few moments, resting and taking the tender kisses with which the young man finally covered her legs under the skirt.Then she stroked him through the fabric on the head, giving a sign to get out. The young man pushed her thong into place and emerged from under the skirt.

Nastya nodded to him, pointing to her friend. Tannins eyes sparkled, she readily lifted her skirt and let the young man between her spread legs. Nastya stroked Tanya by the hand, looking at how the young man was busy with her girlfriend under the skirt, then closed her eyes and stretched out in the chair, resting. She was very good.

For some time she had been thinking about whether she should somehow thank the young man for the provided “service. “Tanya, meanwhile, was quietly moaning, with her head thrown back - one of her legs was thrown over the arm of the chair, and under the skirt of a young man her head was rocking. Without opening her eyes, Tanya suddenly found her friend’s palm, squeezed her tightly and moaned louder, obviously ending. Nastya stroked her arm.

The boy soon got out of the skirt of her friend, kissed Tanya on the knee and silently slipped on the stairs. Nastya saw him sit on the next row. The woman sitting there turned for a moment, looking at the young man, and he began to show her some gestures.

Nastya exchanged a knowing look with her friend, smiled and stared at the screen.