In a theater
The theater is oddly empty, you aren't sure but it seems like there should be more people there. You easily get your tickets, popcorn and drinks, even getting some candies for your daughter when she gives you that sweet little smile and points at them. A few minutes later you're in the darkening theater with the trailers playing.
The movie's opening credits start, this theater is one of your favorites because it has liftable arm rests that let you have more room and also let you slip your arm around your seat mate if it happens to be someone you care about. The arm between you and your daughter is already up out of the way and she's leaning against your side picking at her popcorn.
The movie starts and you find yourself engrossed in the action on the screen. You frown a little at the way your daughter is fidgeting and lean down to ask her if she's all right. She squirms around in her seat and pulls down on your shoulder lifting up to whisper in your ear, "I can't see, can I sit on your lap? Please Daddy?"
How can you resist such an innocent request? Shifting your drink to the holder in the arm beside you, you pat your lap and hold the popcorn bucket up over her head out of the way while she slides into your lap. You slip your arms around her and hold onto her resting the popcorn bucket on her lap as she settles in with her head against your shoulder.
Her smile is your reward as she tilts her head back and whispers, "Thank you Daddy." But then you get a bonus as she kisses your cheek. At least she's not suffering any real trauma from the past few days! Maybe she's accepted that it was all dreaming? In any case you hold her close to your chest and nuzzle her warm sweet scented hair while the movie continues with lots of explosions and other heroic deeds.
You're nearly out of popcorn when she shifts in your lap bumping the bucket and sending the rest of it to fall onto the floor. Without thinking you lunge forward to try to catch the bucket your shoulders forcing her to bend with you. You keep a hold of her small waist not wanting to shove her off your lap but, perhaps that would have been a better plan that what actually happens...
The shift in your position has you settling back with her backside centered in your lap now, and having her this close, feeling the smoothness of her body when you jerked forward awakens all kinds of memories of similar positions, not consciously, but your body has its own ideas about those memories. She lets out a soft whimper and whispers "Sorry Daddy I didn't mean to!" Your immediate reaction is to pet her, to sooth her, to let her know that you don't blame her it was an accident. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but with her weight coming down more firmly around your sheath it's hard not to notice the tightness of the clothing that your hands are running over, the way that her little body seems to contour against yours like she's fitting herself to you. The movie is forgotten in your lust filled brain, your body is concerned with one thing and one thing alone; you have a warm sexy body resting over your cock.
In time with your elevated heart beats blood surges into your prick and you find yourself pressing up against her backside without even moving. Her breath catches and you can't tell if it's from the movie or the feel of your jeans suddenly filled out and pushed tight against her. You're about to suggest that she move to a different position when she leans forward! You aren't privy to the reason she's done this, but it doesn't matter as her panties slide along that hard ridge in your pants making you tremble and closes your eyes. Fuck! You can feel the heat of her through the two layers of cloth!
She seems content to lean on the back of the empty seats in front of you her legs having parted to come down to either side of your knees so not only is she pressing back hard into your lap with most of her weight but with her legs spread you're throbbing right against the most intimate place on her body with just two thin layers of cloth between you. This sweet, sweet torture goes on for another 15 minutes during which your prick keeps sending all kinds of helpful suggestions to your brain but your hands stay on her hips holding her securely so that she doesn't slip and fall.
When the movie is finally over she slides forward lifting off your lap as if she hasn't noticed a thing but you're left sitting there dazed with a hard on in your pants and nothing to cover it. Even though it's now empty you move the popcorn bucket over your groin and lean back a little trying to get your body to cooperate and relax enough that standing up will be possible again. She gives you an inquisitive look and you shrug mumbling something about scenes in the credits to give yourself more time. She leans on the back of the forward row lifting one foot to toy with the seat she was sitting on at the beginning of the movie. As the last of the ending credits roll by you slowly make yourself stand up and find that you'll be able to walk without too much trouble now. The two of you make your way to the car to head home once more.