An afternoon at the movies (for Johnn and Blurugirl)

[Blurugirl]

It was a perfect spring break kind of day. The sky was clear, the temperature perfect and, since it was spring break and if you had a beach nearby, that's where you would be heading. And if you didn't have a beach, there were plenty of city parks, open air malls and other places where teens and young adults could go hang out with their peers and have fun.

Which is where you would think Nadine would be. She was an eighteen year old senior at the local high school who was not just cute, she was hot!

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So you would think someone who looked as good as Nadine to be traipsing around in next to nothing on a glorious spring day like this, and if she wasn't, her classmates would be clamoring for her to.

Except she wasn't, and they weren't.

Nadine's classmate knew her as the girl who was kinda sort of cute in a mousy sort of way who wore oversized glasses, baggy clothes that made her look formless and walked around crunched up and eyes cast down. So no one knew that underneath those frumpy clothes was the body of a goddess, and Nadine liked it that way.

On the Wednesday of that particular spring break, Nadine was going to go see a matinee movie at the local movie house. The movie in question that she was going to see had been out four weeks, and had been critically acclaimed. Which meant that after the first week, hardly anyone came to see the movie, and there would be nobody in the theatre on a Wednesday afternoon.

The lobby of the movie house was filled with young children and mothers going to see the collection of cartoons and animated movies the theatre had playing in most of its rooms. Nadine found where the one non-animated movie was playing. Outside of an older gentleman, Nadine had the theatre to herself.

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Nadine took a seat on the far side of the theater and settled herself in. She was wearing the usual type of clothing she wore on a daily basis. A grey, oversize sweater that buttoned up the front, an equally drab gray skirt that reached her ankles, slip on shoes and calf length white socks. She was also wearing a utilitarian bra that hooked with no less than four steady hooks, looked as if it could prevent an assassination attempt, and was making sure that Nadine's already firm 34C breasts weren't going anywhere. Topping (or perhaps bottoming would be the more appropriate verb) her ensemble were a pair of "granny panties."

Nadine was also wearing a pair of oversized glasses, covering most of her face. The glasses, though, were just a prop, something else for Nadine to hide behind. She took them off as soon as the lights dimmed and the preview began playing. Relaxing in her seat, Nadine settled in for a two hour movie.

 

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The average person would probably be surprised how often they scratched themselves without even thinking about it. As long as the scratching wasn't in a public;y inappropriate place. Which Nadine was definitely not going to do. So when she felt something on her ear, her fingers scratched the spot and brushed her hair back into place without a second thought. But when she got an itch on her left nipple, there was no way she was going to scratch it, regardless of whether she had to do so over or under her clothes. She simply would not do it!

Nadine's conscious mind may have been unaware that an outside force was working on it, but her subconscious mind definitely did. Of course, Nadine's subconscious mind had no way to communicate this knowledge to the conscious mind directly. But it could take steps and send an indirect warning to the conscious mind. The first thing Nadine's subconscious did was shut off the psychic itch. Once that was done, the subconscious mind made the conscious mind think that the source of the itch were tiny mites in the theater chair.

Nadine stood up, thinking about leaving, when the movie began. Her conscious mind battled her subconscious mind and finally compromised by moving to a different chair, hoping this would get away from the mites. Her subconscious mind, of course, knew that there was a psychic enemy out there somewhere, but decided to be patient mind. For now.

The process of moving from one chair to the other distracted both the conscious and subconscious mind enough that neither noticed the threads holding up her left bra cup beginning to unravel.

 

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Again, Nadine felt something on her left breast. She immediately assumed it was whatever had given her the itch around her nipple just when the movie had started. However, since her subconscious wasn't warding off a direct attack on her mind, it didn't send her conscious mind into panic mode. Nadine decided that the itch must be caused by a reaction to remnants of the laundry detergent. When she got home, she'd make sure she started using a different brand. With that thought in mind, she tried to put the sensation out of her mind and try to enjoy the rest of the movie.

Nadine shifted in her seat and that's when it happened. She felt the strap on her bra slide off her left shoulder. More importantly, though (at least in Nadine's mind), she felt the left cup of her bra fall off and slide down to her stomach.

Nadine began to panic. Obviously, she thought, whatever detergent her skin had been reacting to was causing her bra to fall apart. Her first reaction was to run out of the theater, go to the bathroom, strip off her bra, then get home as fast as possible. She was just about to do that when a bright daylight scene from the movie screen lit up the room and Nadine became aware again that she wasn't completely alone in the room. The one other occupant appeared to be engrossed in the movie, but she would be mortified if she headed to the exit and her bra slid completely off and out from underneath her sweater while someone else was watching.

Nadine settled back into her seat, no longer paying attention to the movie, but waiting for the room to get dark enough again so that she could slip out detected.

 

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It was at that moment that the film suddenly stopped. The room lights came on.

Startled, Nadine sat up in her chair and discovered a new horror.

Her panties were loose.

It was like she had put on a size too large or something. But when she shifted in her seat, she could tell her panties were loose.

So Nadine knew she had to get out of there now. She'd wait for the room to get dark again and, as embarrassing as it would be, she'd slip her panties off from under her skirt and head straight home. Yes, she'd be walking around without panties, but other than herself, who else would know?

Nadine was startled when the door to the theater stepped opened and a young, black woman about her age wearing an usher uniform stepped in to the room.

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"Sorry guys," the young black woman said, the name "Kimmi" on her name tag. "A little projector problem that should be fixed in a few minutes. In the meantime, can I get you something from the concession stand? Our treat!"

Nadine shook her head no, just wanting the film to start so she could sneak out of here. Kimmi smiled and looked at the only other person in the theater. "Anything for you sir?"

 

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Nadine audibly gasped as she felt her bra suddenly come apart. Not that her firm breasts needed it for support. But they certainly needed it for Nadine's hyper-modesty. Now she was sure that if she pulled the hem of her sweater out, the pieces of her disintegrating bra would all fall out.

About this time, the young black woman returned with the tea in her hand, She handed it to the male customer and was about to leave when she looked over at the female customer The latter looked a little flushed.

"Are you alright?" The young black woman said, moving over and sitting by Nadine. "I'm Kimmi, by the way. Like on my name tag," she said with a giggle. "Are you running a fever?" Kimmi said, holding the back of her hand against Nadine's forehead. "You don't feel hot."

"I, uh," Nadine stuttered, torn between wanting to tell Kimmi what her problem was so the other teen could help her out, and absolutely mortified with her predicament.

 

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Both Nadine and Kimmi were unaware of the telekinetic manipulations being surreptitiously taken by the other man in the room. Kimmi just knew that Nadine was in distress, and Nadine just knew that she was, for all practical purposes, underwear-less.

Keeping her voice quiet (in the false hope that the male occupant in the room didn't know what was going on), Nadine whispered to Kimmi, "I'm having detergent problems."

"Detergent problem?" Kimmi asked, confused.

"The detergent I used, it's making my underwear come apart," Nadine admitted, blushing a deep red. "If I stand up, I'm afraid it's all just going to come falling off."

"Oh," Kimmi answered, then a visual entered her head. "OH!" She thought for a second, then pulled out a device from her vest pocket of her uniform.

"Movie should be starting in just a minute," Kimmi informed the man.

Kimmi pushed a button on her device and the lights went out.

"There's nobody in the lobby right now," Kimmi whispered to Nadine. "So we can sneak out in the dark, get you to the manager's office, and get you fixed up. And I'll scoop up anything that falls off."

Nadine nodded, grateful for Kimmi's help. As she stood up, her bra fell out of her sweater, and her panties slid down her leg. Nadine felt her face must be glowing. It was easy enough to step out of her pantiess. No worry of entanglement there. But it was devastating to her self esteem to think her personal garments were being viewed by a stranger, even a compassionate one like Kimmi.

"Shhh, don't worry about," Kimmi whispered, scooping up the dismantled underwear. "No one can see a thing in the dark. Let's just get out of here." Nadine nodded, letting Kimmi guide her toward the exit.

 

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"Please take your seat, sir," Kimmi said, placing herself firmly between Kevin and Nadine. Nadine was freaking out, and Kimmi couldn't blame her. That detergent problem Nadine had been talking about had gone overtime, causing Nadine's skirt to drop to the floor and literally fall to pieces. And the buttons on Nadine's sweater had come off. Not just come off, but forcefully come off, flying all over to the place.

And to make things worse, the lights had come off on all by themselves.

Fortunately, Nadine had been able to protect her modesty, but just barely. The sweater Nadine was wearing went down to her hips. So Nadine's shapely and smooth legs were exposed, but her tush and tuff were covered, if just barely. And Nadine had been facing away from Kevin when her buttons came off, so she was able to clutch it together before exposing herself to him. So Nadine stood there in the lit theater, clutching the sweater together with one hand and pulling down the hem with the other. All her privates were covered.

"Pleasure return to your seat," Kimmi repeated to Kevin firmly, as she guided Nadine to the exit.