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I walked into the coffee shop, my eyes scanning the room for Shikha. I had received several emails regarding my last on , and Shikha was one of the readers who had asked to meet. However, I was always skeptical of such requests, as I knew that many were fake profiles created by men pretending to be women.
Nevertheless, since I was going to be in the same area for work, I accepted her request to meet.
Coming back to the : Shika was already seated at a table, nervously fidgeting with her hands. I approached with a smile, extending my hand in greeting. “Shikha? I’m Raj. It’s great to finally meet you in person.” She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide. “Oh, Raj! Hello. I’m so glad you could make it.” Her handshake was brief and timid. I slid into the seat across from her, taking in her appearance.
She was an averagelooking Indian woman, with long black hair and smooth brown skin. Her body was a little oversized and curvy, but her dressing sense was great, with a sleeveless black blouse and offwhite print saree. Her long earrings and necklace were matching her persona. I still can’t believe that those emails were from a real person. She glanced down at my body.
“You were expecting some handsome muscular guy, don’t you?” I asked. “Nono, you are ok. I mean fine. Means I was not expecting that. I was… I am ok with a decent guy, like you are. Fine, I am not into looks you know.” I started smiling and seeing her nervous.
“So tell me, what made you want to meet up?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual despite my growing lust. I knew from our emails that she was shy and a bit nervous about this whole thing. Shikha bit her lip, glancing down at her hands. “Well, I guess I was hoping we could just get to know each other a little.” I smiled a little, “Sure!”, anticipating what would be coming next.
We gave our order. As the waiter left, she continued, “I have read your stories and really loved it.” I smiled while listening to her. “So I thought of writing an email to you; I was so stupid.” I frowned. She was getting more nervous and was avoiding eye contact, “I mean not in that sense. I mean… I wanted to write but… You know… I am not” and she stopped for a while. “Actually I don’t know how to put it in words.” I offered her some water. “What’s the issue, Shika? Be comfortable”.
She took a while and said nervously, “Actually you might be expecting something physical from this meeting, and you are not wrong. But, I am not looking for a ual partner. I need a friend who can be with me. You know, maybe go shopping or to a movie sometime. Nothing too serious.” I couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed. I had been hoping for something more intimate. “That you can do with your friends as well, why me then?” I asked.
“I can’t be intimate with them. I am not ruling out intimacy between us; I need that manly touch and physical warmth, like cuddling, hugging, etc. It’s just that I will not have with you” ” she replied a little boldly this time. I knew that meant an indirect way to say ‘NO’, but I didn’t want to scare her off.
“Sure, I liked your straightforwardness. I’d love to spend some time together like that.” She replied, “Thanks for understanding. Actually, I love those small, intimate moments, but my husband is not that interested in them. I miss those manly touches.”
We chatted for a while longer, slowly starting to open up to each other. “Can you do me a favor?” she asked. “Yes”, I replied.
“Since we are on the same page, can you delete all our emails and chats on hangouts please?” By this, I realized that our meeting was over and she was about to leave. So I deleted all our chats and emails and was about to get up.
But to my surprise, she asked abruptly, “If you are not busy, then shall we go for a movie?”. I was a bit startled but nodded.
In the Theater
I sat next to Shikha in the dimly lit theater, with a mug of popcorn on her lap. Her fragrance made my heart pound in my chest as there were hardly 1015 people in the entire theatre. Then, I accidentally touched her arms as I kept my hand on the armrest. “Ohh sorry”, I said. “It’s ok”, she replied. This was our first physical contact, which ignited me, and my desire for her grew stronger with every passing moment. The darkness of the theater and the empty chairs around us provided the perfect cover for me to make my move.
At first, I started innocently enough, brushing my leg against hers under the cover of our shared armrest. She tensed up at first, but then relaxed, allowing me to continue. I took this as a sign to escalate things further. While I was trying to take out my phone, I intentionally hit her boobs. “Oh, sorry, I just wanted to put my phone on silent mode”, I tried to cover. She smiled a little nervously, “Don’t be so formal, It’s ok.”
Then I put my phone back and said, “Shall I place my hand over your shoulder so that you could comfortably sit using the armrest?”. She thought for a while and nodded. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
I had fantasized about this moment from the start, dreaming of the way Shikha’s soft skin would feel beneath my fingertips. Then I kept my hand resting tentatively on her shoulder, but after a while, I slowly, almost imperceptibly, began to caress her shoulder, tracing the elegant curve of her collarbone with my thumb. She shivered slightly at my touch but made no move to stop me. I was a little confused. Should I move forward, or was it too early?
With a featherlight touch, my thumb drifted lower, gently exploring the softness of her skin, and finally reaching the cleavage of her breasts. She was shocked by my bold move. I stopped and whispered in her ears, “These were the touches you missed, don’t you?” She took a breath but didn’t answer.
I allowed my hand to wander further, sliding down the silky slope of her arm until my fingers brushed against the side of her breast. With a featherlight touch, I began to trace small circles around the sensitive peak, watching in delight as it strained eagerly against its boobs arc.
Her eyes were fixed on the screen but I could feel her heart pounding and breaths getting deeper. I gradually increase the pressure as I stroke and slightly massage the soft boobs, circling the nipples over her blouse with my fingertips and gently twisting the nipples.
She gasped softly as I gently squeezed my thumb finding her nipple over the fabric of her blouse. She looked around to check if someone had noticed us. Then she raised the popcorn mug a little to cover herself. I was delighted by her support and went further. With one hand, I was caressing her belly with feathery touches, and the other hand was caressing her cleavage.
She glued her eyes on the screen pretending nothing was happening. I slid my fingers through the cleavage on her naked boobs beneath her blouse. She was shocked and held my hand. Then I whispered in her ears, “Do you really want me to stop?” She gave no answers and just gazed at the screen, fighting her own battle of lust and selfrespect.
I whispered again, “Baby, let my hand find its way, I promise you won’t regret it!” She was taking deep, nervous breaths; she closed her eyes for a second or two and slowly withdrew her hand and covered my hand and her breast with her saree’s achal.
I slowly slid my fingers over her naked boobs brushing past her hard nipples to grab the entire boobs in my palm. She was feeling the heat now, as she started sweating a little, but still looked at the screen. Then I gently started to squeeze her boobs but her blouse was quite tight.
I tried to get in my other hand from below to grab the other boob but her blouse was quite tight for two hands. Then I grabbed her nipple with my thumb and index finger and slowly started squeezing it. Riding in lust, I squeezed it so hard that she couldn’t control her moan, “Ahhh”, as she arched her back, giving me better access to her breast. Thanks to the action scene in the movie, her moan got covered. But I took advantage of her pose and quickly placed one hand on her back and untied one of the laces of her blouse.
She looked at me in anger; I said in a low tone, “Don’t get angry, sweetheart; I won’t take off your blouse. I just wanted to loosen your blouse, to give you the pleasure of boob play.” She looked around to check on others. “This is the limit, don’t expect anything further from me”, she replied with a little anger.
The flickering light from the screencast a seductive glow on her angry face. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as I gently cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. She tried to resist, but I could feel her body betraying her, growing hot, and flushed under my touch. I continued to play with her nipple which was hard and erect by now, squeezing it gently and then harder, watching as she bit her lip to stifle her moans.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft sigh as I continued to caress her breast. The air was thick with tension; the only sound was the soft murmur of the movie playing in the background. As I continued to massage her breast, I gently pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between my fingers with a light touch.
She let out a soft gasp, her eyes still closed succumbing to the blissful pleasure of my caress, as I applied gentle pressure. I could feel her hardened nipples beneath my touch, and I increased the pressure slightly, rolling it between my fingers in a gentle, teasing motion. Then I slowly wrapped my hands around both of them, feeling the weight of them in my palms.
Her eyes remained closed, and her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. I gently squeezed her breasts, feeling the soft flesh yield to my touch.
I began to move my hands in a kneading motion, massaging the breasts and pushing them together. Her nipples, still hard from my earlier teasing, rubbed against each other, causing her to let out a soft gasp, grabbing both the armrests. I could sense her arousal growing, her body language screaming for more, and she had gone past the threshold to resist me; now, she was all mine.
As I continued to massage her breasts, I slowly leaned in closer, my lips brushing against the edge of her ear. Then I started to kiss her ear, my lips tracing the delicate curve of her earlobe. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into my touch. I whispered, “You’re so beautiful, so responsive. I love the way you react to my touch.” My warm breath caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She grabbed my thighs and squeezed it showing her fake resistance, but I continued to kiss her ear, my lips moving down to the base of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her neck to my lips. I took advantage of the opportunity, my lips tracing the curve of her neck. She let out a soft gasp, her body shuddering with pleasure. I continued to kiss her neck, my lips moving up to the edge of her ear once again. She tried to push me away with her arm but was unsuccessful.
Then I kissed her all the way to her chin bone, my lips tracing the delicate curve of her jawline. As I did, my one hand slowly moved down to her belly, my fingers splayed across the soft fabric of her saree. She held her breath as I kissed her cheeks, her body tense with anticipation, and I pushed my hand under her saree and petticoat.
My fingers brushed against the edge of her wet pussy in her wet panty, and I felt a surge of excitement at the touch. She was shocked and looked at me in anger, her eyes flashing with a mix of desire and indignation. Her lips were parted, her breathing rapid, as she seemed to weigh her options. It appeared that she got caught redhanded (as she was wet down there), her eyes widening in surprise as she realized the intimacy of the moment.
For a fleeting instant, she seemed to forget about the surroundings, the movie, and the other people in the cinema. All that mattered was the spark that had ignited between us. I placed my lips on her lips and gave her a small kiss. It was a gentle, tender touch, but it sent shivers down her spine.
She slowly closed her eyes, and she let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the kiss. The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. As I slid my hands further into her panty, I gently caressed her wet pussy lips, my fingers tracing the delicate folds of her skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked around the cinema, her gaze darting nervously towards the other patrons. But the darkness of the theatre and the absorption of the audience in the movie on screen seemed to reassure her, and she turned her attention back to me.
For a moment, she just looked at me, her eyes locked on mine, her expression a mix of desire and trepidation. Shikha’s breath was warm and inviting. Then I gently brushed my lips on her. Shikha’s arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she arched her back, her body pressing against mine. I could feel her heat, her desire I sucked in her upper lip, and she took mine, our lips molding together in a sensual dance.
Aggressively, we deepened our kisses, our tongues fighting for dominance as they tangled together. As our kiss grew more passionate, my fingers closed around her nipple, gently pinching it, and Shikha’s body arched against mine, her mouth opening wider as she moaned into the kiss. My other hand, meanwhile, had begun to caress her pussy lips, my finger tracing the delicate curves of her vulva. I gently parted her pussy lips, feeling the warmth and moisture within, and Shikha’s hips jerked upwards, her body seeking more contact.
We broke our kiss to grab some air, but our eyes remained locked. Then she slowly began to widen her legs on the seat, her thighs parting to grant my hands full access to her pussy. The subtle movement sent a thrill through me, and I gently stroked the delicate folds of her skin, my fingers tracing the contours of her labia. She let out a soft gasp, her body tensing for a moment before relaxing into my touch.
As I continued to caress her, she came a little closer, her face inches from mine. Her warm breath danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. She whispered, her voice barely audible, “Ohhh you are so good, put in your finger, I am all yours”. I smiled, my lips curling upwards. “I think someone is getting horny,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
Then she raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Oh, really?” she whispered and licked me. My hand, still under her saree, continued to caress her clits, making round motions that seemed to drive her wild. As my fingers danced across her clitoris, I could feel her body begin to tremble with anticipation.
“Ohh ,” she looked at me with lusty eyes. I started fingering her a little wildly, my fingers moving more rapidly, gentle motions that seemed to drive her wild. She covered her mouth with her hand to arrest her moan, her body tensing as she struggled to contain her pleasure.
But the sound of her moans was a risk, a threat to the secrecy of our forbidden tryst. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle, soothing kiss. Her mouth opened, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue dancing across hers as I swallowed her moans. As we broke our kiss to catch a breath, the sound of the movie in the background seemed to swell, a cacophony of music and dialogue that filled the sudden silence between us.
She adjusted her clothes, her hands smoothing out the wrinkles in her saree as she glanced around the cinema, her eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of attention. But the other patrons were oblivious, lost in the world on screen, and she turned her attention back to me. My hand, still buried in her panties, felt a surge of heat as she shifted in her seat. Her thighs parted slightly as she settled back into the cushions.
She slowly slid her hand onto my thigh, her fingers tracing the seam of my jeans. As she squeezed my thigh, her fingers digging gently into the muscle, I could feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. Her hand lingered there for a moment, before she began to move it upwards, her fingers brushing against my crotch.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she grabbed my penis over my jeans, her fingers wrapping around it in a gentle but firm grasp. She squeezed it softly, she looked at me with the corner of her eyes, and I could feel my body responding to her touch. “Nice,” she whispered,
Her hand, still wrapped around my penis, began to caress it gently, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric of my jeans. I felt a surge of excitement as she touched me, my body responding to her gentle strokes. “Wanna feel it?”, I whispered. “Here?”, she replied. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and she raised an eyebrow, her gaze locked onto mine.
I unbuttoned my jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing softly in the darkness of the cinema. “Will you take the charge, or shall I take it out?” I said. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around the cinema as if searching for an escape or a reason to say no. But then, with a quiet determination, she nodded and slid her hand into my underwear. Her fingers brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as she wrapped her hand around my dick.
As her fingers wrapped around my dick, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. “Ohh ,” I said in lust. She grabbed my balls and started caressing my dick head, her fingers tracing the delicate curves of my skin. “You like that?”, she whispered. She looked around and said, “Look at the screen, na, I am feeling shy.”
I obeyed her. Her gaze scanned the darkness of the cinema and before I could understand what she was doing, she bent down. I felt a surge of excitement as her warm breath danced across my skin, and then her lips wrapped around my penis.
The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I had to stifle a groan as she began to move her head up and down. Her mouth worked in slow, gentle motions. She gave a couple of strokes, her tongue tracing the delicate curves of my skin, and then she pulled back, her lips releasing my penis with a soft pop. Then she looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“What about that?”, she whispered, I was taken aback by the sudden question, but my body responded instinctively, my penis still throbbing with anticipation. “”, I started begging her in lust, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, do it again,” I whispered, but she nodded in no. She smiled, her lips curling up into a sly grin, and leaned in closer, her warm breath dancing across my skin.
“You want it that badly?”, she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. I nodded. Then she rolled her fingers on my hairy chest. “Yes, please,” I whispered. “You want me to suck your cock?”, she whispered again, “You want me to make you come?”
I nodded and pulled her towards me. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “And what else do you want me to do to you?” She smooched my ears. I felt a surge of desire as her warm breath danced across my ear, I replied, “I want to you so badly.”
She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and whispered, “How badly?” I tried to kiss her but she moved away teasingly, “I want you to pin me against the wall,” she whispered, “I want you to grip my hips and thrust into me.” The lust grew in her eyes. “I want to be spanked,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I want my boobs to be squeezed.” She paused, her chest heaving with anticipation. “I want each drop of my pussy juice to be licked.” I groaned, my cock throbbing with desire.
Then I reached out, my hands grasping her hips as I pulled her closer as if I wanted to be in her. “I want to drink your cum,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the movie playing in the background. “Do you want it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with seduction. I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. She smiled, her lips curling up into a sly grin. “Let’s book a hotel,” she whispered, her voice laced with excitement, and gave a small kiss.
To be continued…
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