Fingering My Pussy in the Theater

I lock the front door of my house, sliding the key out of the deadbolt. I turn around, the cool night air brushing against my skin. I glance down at the short, form-fitting dress I chose for tonight, my stomach twisting with nervous butterflies. Does it scream that I want his eyes all over me? I step off the porch and freeze.

Declan is already waiting. He leans casually against the driver’s side