"Ah-h-h-h-h," she sighed as quietly as she could.

But this time Jim's attention was attracted. Peg saw him look over at her. Then his eyes were drawn to her lap. He stared down there for several seconds. After all, it wasn't a sight he expected to see, and at first he couldn't believe what he saw.

"For Christ's sake!" he whispered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I told you I was horny!" Peg whispered back at him. "I can't help it."

Then Peg saw Jim's head swivel around to see if anyone else had noticed what was going on. Peg smiled at Jim's concern for her modesty. And Peg was glad to find that she didn't care at all if anyone else knew what she was doing. She didn't care if the whole audience knew.

"Oooooo," she moaned. It was louder than any other sound she'd made so far.

"Goddamn it!" Jim hissed. "At least you can try to be quiet."

By this time Peg was shaking in her seat. Jim could feel his seat rocking with her motion. He knew that the whole row of seats would be moving with her lustful shaking.

Peg sank deeper into her seat and slid her fingers higher up her cunt. Now she was really enjoying Jim's embarrassment. But the pleasure of her fingers in her cunt was the main thing on her mind.

Then Peg saw a man sitting a few seats away on her right look in her direction. She knew that it was getting pretty obvious what she was doing. But that only added to her pleasure.

"Will you stop it!" Jim whispered angrily.

"Only if you'll take me out of here right now and fuck me."

"You're crazy!" Jim said. "All right. Let's go."

It wasn't easy for Peg to take her fingers from her cunt. She was at least halfway to an orgasm. But the promise of Jim's fat prick was enough to make her stop her cunt diddling.

They were in the middle of their row, and to get out they had to squeeze past a lot of people. Peg could smell the slippery juice of her cunt as it evaporated from her fingers. And she imagined that everyone they passed could smell it too.