Over the next few weeks Donna paid several visits to the cinema, sometimes she would just sit and watch the clientele, other times she would surreptitiously masturbate under her loose fitting clothes. By now she had grown accustomed to seeing the same 'regulars' and they acknowledged her prescence, often with nothing more than a nod or a coy smile. On one occasion she was followed by a shifty man in a long trench coat. When she turned to confront him he opened the coat exposing a semi-erect penis. Donna had pointed and laughed before jumping on a bus that had happened to be passing. After this experience she had been wary about returning to her former pastime but the lure was too much and it wasn't long before she was sat in the dark watching a movie about a bored housewife and a long succession of tradesmen who happened to be visiting her house. The housewife was being serviced by a plumber and the cable guy across her dining table as Donna slipped her hand inside the waistband of her skirt. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed one of the regular attendees had slid into a seat at the end of her row. She turned her shoulders slightly away from him but kept her fingers pressed against the rapidly dampening fabric of her panties. The action on screen had moved on with pizza delivery 'boy' now also involved. Donna's fingers were stroking along the length of her slit, feeling the moistness getting her lips slicker and slicker. At the end of the row she noticed the man had released his cock from his trousers and was rubbing it slowly from tip to base and back again. The man looked at her but she quickly looked away to see the housewife becoming a willing spit roast. Suddenly she felt someone sitting next to her and she froze. Very gingerly she glanced sideways, the man had moved along the row into the seat next to her. Nervously she looked around the cinema, 2 rows in front she recognised the grey haired gent with his blonde concubine they both appeared engrossed in the film but were at least within earshot if she had to scream. Taking another glance sideways she could see the man was staring transfixed at the screen but was still moving his hand up and down the stiff stalk in his lap.
Donna slowly reached out and placed a hand over the man's moving fist, letting it's movement take her hand with it. She could feel the heat from the erection on her fingers, gradually she let her hand take control, taking a firmer grip on the shaft and then setting her own rhythm. The man removed his hand and Donna felt it moving up her leg. She took it and firmly placed it on the arm of the seat "Just let me" she whispered. The man nodded and moaned "Uh huh". Donna had a steady pace building letting her fingers stroke the man's cock from just below the head to just above his balls. She noticed that the man was completely smooth and concluded that he had waxed his pubic hair. "Ouch" she thought to herself as she stopped stroking his shaft and moved her hand to the swollen tip. She could feel a sticky film already over the smooth top and she rolled the palm of her hand over it, spreading the pre-cum over the entire head. At this the man let out a long moan, again Donna froze. "I'm sorry" he hissed "don't stop". Donna suddenly gained a feeling of power and gave his erection three quick rough strokes and she grinned to herself as she heard him inhale deeply. She looked up again and noticed that the blonde girl was watching her over the shoulder of her escort and was either biting or whispering in his ear. Donna, meanwhile, continued to stroke the cock of the man next to her, altering her speed and stroke length in reaction to his movements. All the time she was rubbing him she had been keeping up a steady pressure on her clit. She was managing to hold herself in her pleasure zone, that area where she knew could could stay for hours without cumming and it felt really, really good.

__________________
Strength in depth

I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul