I don't know what to tell you, but getting horny and having sex in public was one of my biggest fantasies but I never thought that it would come down on me in this way. No, I wouldn't say that it was a mistake, but considering the way the camera focused on my pussy getting banged with Rudra's enormous dick, I am reversing my sentence.
It was a Sunday afternoon, a matchday of the Cricket's second-best rivalry, India vs
Australia. I had two tickets with me, one for me and one for my partner-in-crime and the best boyfriend in the world, Rudra who always wants me to go out braless in public.
Not to mention that I liked it. The feeling of my two full bosoms rubbing against the fabric of my shirt gives me a refreshing feeling. I don't have to feel that tight and uncomfortable all the time. Also, the stares from random people on the street encourage me to do it more often.
I wore a white shirt that day followed by a sky blue mini skirt at the bottom.
Yes, I was completely aware of the fact that my nipples were visible through the thin white fabric and even people could peek at my creamy sideboobs through the gap between my buttons. If this is not enough details for you, let me tell you one more thing; I didn't wear any panties that day because that shit too makes me uncomfortable.
Rudra on the other hand, dressed as politely as possible. Not politely in a suit-and-tie manner, but in a simple-red-chequered-shirt-and-blue-jeans-classy manner. He kept the sleeves up on his mid-arm, revealing the vivid veins and sexy muscles that he possesses. His jeans were tight enough to make his excitement clear when it was time.
"You are staring."- Rudra said while handing the tickets over to the counter and without looking at me.
My cheeks flushed, I didn't know that I was searching for his erection which was impossible at the moment with all the crowds in the world surrounding us. I cleared my throat and murmured an unnecessary apology.
We took a seat next to each other. The price of our tickets was more than 1500 bucks, which gained us the most popular seats in the Eden Garden on the front row from where we could see every player and performer, though not precisely.
Even the lens of the camera personnel could fall on us if we managed to catch their attention. And we did. After a few singles and doubles, we decided to play a betting game.
The crowd roared and so did we, it was a six came from our favorite batsman, Rohit Sharma.
"Let's play a game, shall we?"- Rudra said without moving his eyes from the scoreboard.
"Whenever a bowler delivers a ball, you are gonna guess what will happen next. If your prediction fails, you will do whatever I say, and vice-versa. Agree?"
As much as the intensity of his desires inspired me, I deep down begged him not to do and ask me to do anything scandalous. The nervousness of my mind echoed through my features and Rudra gave me a side-eye and asked again furrowing a brow at me, "Agree?"
I didn't give it a second thought because if I did, I would ruin the match and the mood once and for all.
"Yes, I agree."
"Good. I'll go first."- his eyes were once again on the 22-yards. Mitchel Starc was about to deliver his first ball of the innings to K.L. Rahul from the pavilion end.
"Single it's gonna be."- he slowly and dedicatedly said but the batsman thought something better. He swiped it away for a stunning four.
"Ugh."- he huffed and threw his hands in the air. The crowd clapped and roared, cheering. Now it was my turn to play his game.
"Call your mum and tell her that you are going to be out late tonight because we are going for dinner."- I said. Lame, I know. Because even if I did have something extraordinary on my mind, I wasn't going to say it, not before he made his intentions clear about why he chose to play the game.
Rudra looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "For fuck's sake, OK." He searched for his mum's number and talked to her for a minute before putting the phone in the front pocket of his jeans and sitting down to concentrate on the match in front of us.
"Your call now."- he declared.
