The pretty girl stopped just inside the doors and looked around the auditorium. This was the second showing and there weren't so many patrons. Betsy only glanced up at the screen from time to time. The movie was filled with gunshots and squealing tires and she didn't care for it much.

She wasn't sure if it was a movement or a sound that caught her attention, but something drew her to the seats just to her right. The only people in the last three rows were a couple and they were pressing against her and from the way that their heads were moving Betsy could tell that they were kissing.

The slim little usherette stifled a giggle and craned her neck so that she could see better. Mr. Simpson had told her not to say anything to neckers unless they got out of hand or that people around them complained. Betsy saw the man's arm move away from the lady's shoulder and dropped out of sight, in a few seconds the lady stiffened and then began to kiss him even harder than before!

It wasn't so funny now. Betsy felt a small trickle of excitement run down the full length of her spine. Deep inside of her belly the little girl felt her tight vagina twist and the muscles around it pull. She'd seen other people kissing and messing around before and wondered why this would excite her so much.

Moving carefully and slowly, Betsy inched forward so that she could see down the aisle and see what the man was doing to make the lady sigh and wiggle so. The scene on the screen was being done in daylight and it cast a glowing silver light around the theater, enough light for the shocked little girl to get her wish!

The man had pulled the lady's skirt up over her tummy and was working his hand between her parted thighs. The lips of Betsy's own little pussy grew hot and moist when she watched the woman jerk and then shake her hips like that. Wicked, naughty memories of Mr. Simpson teased and nipped at Betsy and before she knew it, the little girl was excited.