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Diane dressed carefully, putting on her favorite lace bra and matching thong under a low-cut and revealing blouse and free-flowing skirt that buttoned down the front. Black thigh-high nylons and spike heels completed the ensemble -- one of several she kept hidden from the eagle-eyes of her saintly mother. These were for her eyes alone. Hers and those of whomever she chose to show.

It was raining, so she slipped into her mac and covered her head with a silk scarf before putting on a pair of sunglasses. Checking to see that Mother was still resting comfortably, Diane let herself out and hurried to the car.

Today she would go to the cinema. Oh, not a local one. Diane didn't "play" too close to home. She did her research though and usually found the setting she required somewhere within an hour or two of home. This theater was such a place.

Arriving just moments before the film was to begin, she parked her car on a side street and walked into the time-worn building that now showed art films and others of a seedier genre. Diane had made a prior visit to see if it would suit her purpose. It had, and today she would put her latest scheme into action.

She paid for her ticket, stopping only briefly at the concession stand to buy a small popcorn and a drink before entering the balcony of the theater. From there she could look down at the sparse audience to see just where she'd actually sit. Unless, of course, there was something of interest up here.

Diane was in luck. There was a young man sitting alone in the last row down below. Within a few short minutes she had slipped off her coat, leaving it draped over the seat behind her and eased herself down into one of the worn velvet covered seats only one away.

Now it would begin...

The movie was perfect. From the sound of moans and groans that emanated from the screen, they were already getting it on. Diane glanced surreptitiously at the young bloke who was beginning to shift restlessly in his seat. His eyes were glued front and center and she had more than a little idea that she was cramping his style -- or at least interrupting it.

Well, boyo. This is your lucky day. Without giving him a second glance, Diane began unbuttoning her skirt so that she would have better access to the treasures that lay hidden beneath and the dirty sweet release that waited there.