As you probably already understood, my name is Lisa. By the time of this narration I was 18 years old, I was rather tall for my age 186 cm, but at the same time, rather thin, like

Some friends talked about me jokingly - skin and bone. Probably, I can be considered pretty, for some time men have become extremely gallant with me. While me it is only

I was entertaining, I liked the attention of them, but I didn’t know what to do with it.
It happens that someone invites me to the cinema, a couple of times I tried and realized that it was much nicer for me to go to the cinema alone, which is probably strange, but ... the way it is.
Of course, now everything can be viewed in the internet, but sometimes you just want to get out of the house and visit some cultural place. For example, the theater is bust for me, and the cinema is just right.

I think very few people like it when there are a lot of people in the hall, therefore, I, as a rule, do not go to the premieres, but try to catch something interesting at sunset, when it is about to go out. AND

I also like going to the cinema in the morning, before it was generally wonderful - the tickets are cheap, there is no one in the hall, but lately people have cut this piece in the hall, sometimes not so freely.
I always take a ticket to the post office series, because it is not so popular, and then, no one breathes in the back of the head. So it was this time. They were some kind of regular Marvel avengers, I can't

I can say that I’ve been hurt by it, but you can see it once. And here I am sitting on the last row, closer to the right edge. To my left almost all the seats are occupied, and to the right of no one. I moved to one

the seat to the right, so as not to sit close, the light solemnly began to fade, and from somewhere I got a strange jim-jams and I even thought - well, that no one now sees what I think.

Thoughts were strange, I recalled my cavaliers who took me to such sessions. They clearly had a craving for me and that was felt, but they did not dare to pester. And it was

well, since then it would have scared me, but now I’ve been foolishly dreaming, imagining what could have happened if one of them had decided. The truth is further passionate kisses and petting

my fantasies did not go.
At that moment another person entered the hall. It was already dark and he turned on the flashlight to highlight his path. Someone from the audience said something to him and the new visitor responded very

aggressively. Judging by his voice and manners, it was a very young guy, somewhere of my age. The conflict has flared up, I was even scared, as if something had happened, someone else from the audience

said something and the guy pounced on him already. Honestly, I thought that the session would be interrupted, but in the end, when the guy began to offer to get out with him, no one went and the conflict came down

for no. The guy went up to the very last row, apparently not wanting to leave his opponents behind his back and sat right next to me.
I froze, but did not change, it would be too obvious an expression of hostility. And the guy, meanwhile, looked at me more than he looked at the screen. I felt his gaze. But

not forbidden to watch, let him stare if he wants. To be honest, I liked to like guys, this even sometimes was breathtaking. I enjoyed these pleasant sensations, and they didn't even

knew how good I was. And yet, I suddenly thought that maybe this one would be more daring. It was an abstract thought, just an attempt to dream, but when his hand lay on my bare knee, I already

There was no time for fantasy. It was summer outside, so I was in a light dress and my knees were open.
In a daze, I turned my head. His gaze was full of challenge. Swallowing nervously, I threw his hand off my knee. He leaned over to my ear and whispered:

- You go with me to the toilet

I did not respond to this blatant statement, but only moved to one seat to the left.A minute later, he also moved and was again near. His hand again lay on my knee. I

pushed his hand away, he brazenly resisted me. Then there was nowhere to change, it was necessary only to get up and go out. Considering the boldness of this pepper, he just will not lag behind me.
The guy put his hand on my knee again. How is he for ... ball! This time he resisted even stronger, and then he grabbed my hand and put it on his fly with his hand. Even through the pants, I

felt the rising member. I pulled out my hand and whispered angrily to him

- Are you a pricker?

He answered with his phrase

- You will go to the toilet with me.

- Come on - I whispered

In response, he again put his hand. I didn’t fight him, if he wants, let him hold my knee, he can calm down. Guy. without meeting resistance, he began to stroke him, climbing all

higher and higher, finally, I could not stand it and threw off his hand. A minute later, she reappeared on my knee.

“You fucked up,” I whispered nervously to him.

- You will go with me to the toilet - he answered with his idiotic phrase.

His hand was climbing higher and more insistent, I was embarrassed, two girls were sitting on the left, but so far no one has noticed anything. The insolent hand has already reached under my skirt, which was

quite sensitive already. My attempts to get her out of there were unsuccessful. I was afraid to act in full force, it will inevitably attract attention. Fingers arrogant guy already got to

panties. I can not say that it was unpleasant, but the situation itself was shocking. I squeezed my legs, but his fingers did not interfere, and my excitement only intensified. Pleasant waves came with

lower abdomen and spread all over the body. The hand was motionless, only the fingers moved. I frantically held this hand with my two, but, realizing that I could not cope with it, I decided to let go

and relax. The guy continued to caress me with his fingers, I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. Pleasant sensations immediately became stronger, I wanted to bend over like a cat and I even

performed it a little. The guy felt that I was opening to him and his fingers brazenly climbed into my pants. I immediately grabbed his hand again.

- You will go with me to the toilet - again, as if he repeated the robot.

“No,” I muttered, struggling with excitement.

He resumed his attempts and, despite my resistance, he managed to get into my pants. There was a random thought - well, that I shaved there yesterday.

“You're wet,” he whispered.

His fingers worked absolutely already obscene things. I looked at him imploringly and finished in the next moment. My body shook in convulsions, as if I was sitting in an electric chair and this,

of course, could not pass unnoticed.
They began to look at me. The guy did not think to take his hand out of my panties, and there it was already quite wet, probably there would be traces on the dress.
I was so ashamed that I wanted to disappear from here as soon as possible.

- You will go to the toilet with me - the guy whispered his phrase again

- Okay - I breathed - Okay, go.

He slowly took his hand out of my panties. I felt the coldness of wet matter. I stood up carefully, walked around him, and walked up the steps. Having gone down on them, I opened the door of the hall and left the

him There was no one in the hall. The guy behind me did not go, it was encouraging. I quickly went to the female toilet, I still had to clean up, but did not guess to close the door

on the lock. Honestly, I never paid attention to him, did not even suspect that he exists, but the guy knew. He appeared a minute later and immediately turned the lock, locking the

the door itself. I saw him and screamed. In the light, he was not such a boy, he was short, sixty meter in a jump and rather frail, but his face betrayed. He was exactly

no less than thirty or even forty years. The face was unpleasant, without the slightest sign of intelligence and evil.
He pounced on me like a predator, typing ...