She made this comment because she knows I don't particularly appreciate wasting money. So, I got ready half-heartedly. I put on a polo t-shirt and brown chinos, whereas I see her coming out of the bedroom wearing a long, oversized sweatshirt with a hoodie and a pair of glittery white sneakers. The hoodie had a zip in front, and it ran all the way to her mid-thighs. The hoodie belonged to me once, but one winter, she hi-jacked it from me and hid it in some super-secret chamber inside my own house. I cannot deny that she looked adorable in that sweatshirt. She had her hair open and a pair of circular earrings longer than her ears. I noticed a dash of lip gloss and a wing of eyeliner along her eyelashes. My eyes stayed on her face for like 5 seconds or maybe more, but then I remembered that I was supposed to be angry at her and keep sulking. I removed my gaze unwillingly and picked up the scooter keys. She smiled as she noticed me getting in and out of the angry character.
It was February, but the weather was still chilly outside. Usually, it gets warmer by this time of the year. I regretted not wearing a jacket or coat. The woman on the pillion seat of my scooter was prepared, though. But her naked legs will be frozen by the time we reach the theatre.
We parked our scooter and went up the escalator. She first tried walking beside me and holding my hand. But when I showed no enthusiasm, she climbed four steps before me and stood apart. I am fascinated by how she can change her character so drastically. The woman in front of me is the regional marketing head of a global FMCG firm, and here she appears to be just another city teenager. I swear I would have grabbed her if I was not pretending to be angry at her.
We sat inside the theatre, and I spent the first half an hour yawning. She took my hand and put it across her shoulder. I didn't protest. She told me not to get bored so quickly as it was a 3-hour long movie. A part of me died inside of boredom at that moment. She slowly unzipped her jacket, and I saw a naked boob in the dim light coming from the screen. She slowly unzips it till the end, and I notice that she is not wearing anything inside the hoodie except her lacy panties. My hand, which was across her shoulder, voluntarily grabbed her warm boob and started fondling it. I kept doing that for a minute before she guided my hand down her belly all the way to her panties and then left it there as if telling me to do whatever my hand wanted to do. Then she brings her lips to my ear and whispers, "Go on, do what you want. You are mad at me, right? Punish me then."
I take it as my cue and slip my fingers inside to discover that it is already moist. I started finger fucking her increasing my intensity as time goes. I can hear her breathing getting louder and louder to the point where anything louder than that would practically be a moan. The slushy sound of my fingers fucking her vagina was also getting more audible. I was scared that the neighbours might hear us but was too horny to stop. I felt her vaginal walls tighten, and a gush of juices came out of her pussy. She came hard. She let her head back on the seat and heaved in euphoria. Her legs were wide open, and the jacket was unzipped, exposing her naked body and perky nipples. She didn't care to cover it up. She tried unzipping my pants, but the screen hit Intermission, and the lights returned. She hurriedly zipped her jacket before anyone could see. I bet the guy beside her stole a peek before she covered herself.
She excused herself, saying she was going to the washroom, and I stayed there, hiding my face from our neighbours who may or may not have noticed us do the act. I saw the seat that Sumu (Sumaira, her name) was sitting on had gotten wet, and I knew what caused it. I used my napkin to clean it. The movie began again, and Sumu was not back yet. I waited for a solid 15 minutes and shot her a text asking why she wasn't back yet. I was about to get up and search for her; I received her text saying, "Vihan, I need your help. Please come to the washroom ASAP."
I reached there and knocked on the lady's washroom to see if she was okay. Before I knocked the second time, the door opened, and she grabbed my hand to pull me in. She pulled me all the way into one of the WC compartments. I was both nervous and happy and took no time to understand what was happening.
It was her plan all along. She made me sit on the toilet seat and mounted herself on my lap.
