2 comments/ 93514 views/ 3 favorites At the Cinema By: aperfectidiot The lights dim as the curtains pull apart. The theatre is filled with sound and light. Normally I can engross myself in the action – fuck it – I can watch the cinema ads and still enjoy myself. But today I have other matters on my mind. Damn it my cock is hard in my pants and I can feel moisture on my jocks. The creature that is consuming my thoughts is sitting beside me in the semi-darkness. We are in one of those cinemas that cater for couples like us – with the make out seats: two seats beside each other with no armrest between them. I'm all in favour of these seats, however tonight I have more on my mind than just kissing. The movie we are watching does not matter – some Hollywood fluff or another. You know the one – with [insert cosmetic surgery freak here] and that guy from Friends. I turn and put my arm around my girl, and she responds pulling herself closer. We have positioned ourselves in a row where no one else can see, over in the left corner. I guess I should add that this is not by accident. My over sexed brain has worked out the logistics of our evening not only to where we will sit, but right down to session and movie times – so that there would be a few people around. This gave provided the excitement of being in public but limiting the odds of being caught in an embarrassing position. The movie starts – all music and light but I am distracted by her hand which is stroking my leg, starting from the knee and upwards towards my groin. My own hand is busy rubbing across her shoulder and onto the naked skin of her collarbone. I pull her closer and kiss her – open mouthed and wet. My tongue flicks against hers as we get more passionate. Her hand rubs my leg harder and closer to my cock which is hard and pushing against my pants. With one hand on the side of her face I bring the other down her body brushing her breasts over her top. Then down her stomach and onto her leg. She is wearing a skirt – just above the knee, I continue down her thigh until I touch naked skin. She gasps slightly as my hand rubs her smooth skin. We break our kiss – she leaves her hand on my upper thigh. And I leave my hand on her knee. We try to watch the movie, but our hands move just enough to distract. I slowly move my hand – in the order of a millimeter in a minute – up her leg, lifting her skirt as I go. The feel of her soft, smooth skin is pretty amazing, just makes me hornier than ever. She moves her hand just a tiny amount and I can feel the back of her hand against my hard cock. I know she can feel it – and I am driven nearly insane as she leaves it there and turns and smiles at me. Not willing to give up all the power I pull her closer and kiss her – just a little before pulling back so that she has to reach to kiss me. With my spare hand I brush against her left nipple again and am rewarded by a tiny moan as I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her hand shifts again on my lap. This time she cups my erection through my pants, which have a slight wet patch where the pre-come has finally leaked. Not content with my situation she rubs her thumb across the wet patch – her satisfaction that I am getting worked up shows through a sneaky smirk on her expressive face. I decide that it is my turn to have some fun. My hand, which lies halfway up her leg very lightly strokes the skin – always upwards so she can imagine where it is going. During this time I rub her breast with my other hand. Then, satisfied with her reaction, I move down her top to her stomach which has a strip of naked skin bare just above her skirt. I allow myself to stroke this soft, sensitive skin and run a finger around the top of her skirt. Moving upwards again, this time underneath her top, my hand passes her belly button and up to her bra. I have turned slightly in my chair so that anyone who turned to look wouldn't see anything. I can actually imagine that occurring as the movie is so mundane. Anyway – her bra is soft and I can easily feel the nipples pointing through them. I gently play with them, enjoying the fact that she likes it yet, at this time, can't do much about it. I am rewarded by the tightening of her grip around my cock. She tries to unzip my pants but I move my legs just enough to block her. I'm enjoying having the power at the moment. My hand roves further under her top pulling the bra down so that her left breast is bare beneath the material. I cup her breast and stroke around the nipple, just touching it – stroking the edge before brushing the tip with the coarse skin on the tip of my thumb. The other hand has slowly edged its way up way under her skirt so that I can feel the edge of her knickers. My hand is warm but the heat exuding from her pussy still feels like a furnace. I pinch her nipple and run my finger under the elastic of her underpants. I started from the top of her leg and around and down her inner thigh to where the material joins. My finger brushes against pubic hair that is moist from our play. We are kissing passionately – the movie completely out of our thoughts as we grope each other. My cock, still in my pants, is hard almost to the point of pain and feels like it is on fire as she rubs across the tip. She whispers between kisses. "I want your cock in me" I can only gasp with pleasure. "I don't care where," she goes on "or how, but I need you to fuck me with it." She reaches down and unzips my pants and pulls my jocks over my cock so that it is in the open. I glance around to see whether anyone is watching. It's the first time I have even entertained the prospect of fucking her, I had not thought of more than us playing, working ourselves into a frenzy for when we get home, or at least to the car. But everyone is watching the film. So I turn my back further blocking my exposed dick to all but her. Her hand plays up and down the shaft which is wet with my precome. She makes a fist around my dick and slides it up and over the head of it which bulges – fully engorged and throbbing. The contrast between her warm hand and the chill, air-conditioned air further excites me. She pulls her hand away from me and licks the palm of her hand provocatively. It is nearly beyond my control not to pull her down and let her suck me until I come (which would be very quickly I imagine) given the state I am in. I manage to moan. "All I want to do is stick it in you." I adjust our arrangement slightly by hooking her left leg over my right, a movement that spreads her legs a little – opening up her lips. Tucking my dick away for the moment I have free access under her skirt. Now that we are arranged comfortably I slide her knickers down so that the are not covering her cunt any longer but still are out of sight under her skirt. She looks at me and her desire is as evident on her face as I am sure it is on mine. She whispers "Naughty boy." I don't reply but slide my hand under her skirt and for the first time tonight I am able to touch her wet pussy. I am gentle to the point of barely touching her which I can see the makes her frustration build. I stroke her pubic hair before running my fingernail across her clitoris. Little moans escape her mouth as I slide down to her lips. They are wet, slick with her juices as I am with mine. The heat is amazing around my finger. I slide one into her cunt feeling deep into her. It is like a glove, tight and velvety but moist and fragrant. She pulls my head closer to her and whispers in my ear. "I love you fingering me in public" before sliding her tongue into my ear. The dialogue isn't great I know, but it is a damn sight better than what is happening on the screen! I remove my hand that was stroking her breast from under her top and switch it with the other, the feeling of my fingers entering her again is as amazing the second time over. I raise my fingers to my face and gasp as I smell her on my fingers. I can't help myself and lick the fingers that have been in her. The scent and taste drive me wild. The fingers on my other hand plunge deeper into her as I push them in as far as possible before sliding them back out to the lips. Her wetness has dripped out of her vagina and down towards her crack. With one finger still in her pussy I slide the other down following the trail of moisture. She shudders as I approach her arse and slides down a little putting a leg onto the seat in front which lifts her pelvis a fraction. When I feel her tighter hole I run the finger around it and up her crack pulling her cheeks apart a fraction. I feel her pussy tighten as I lightly scratch the inner regions of her slightly hairy crack. Satisfied with the response, I pull that finger back to her hole and place it against it. I continue to penetrate her pussy whilst tapping a finger against her bum. The moisture around it forms a seal which breaks with each tap which nearly drives her wild. At this stage I should point out that the movie has reached, in lame Hollywood style, a pathetic simulated sex scene. I scarcely glance at it, fully engrossed in our own scene. I am far more interested in watching her face as I finger her pussy and arse. Her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly open as she tries to control her breathing. With my free hand I trace around her lips. She opens her mouth and gently sucks the tip of my index finger. The finger is still salty from her juices and I am rewarded by the thought that she is turned on by her own taste. Her mouth around my finger conjures thoughts of it swallowing my cock – I shiver with delight. Meanwhile, down there I am still fingering her – enjoying her moistness. My middle finger is deep inside her cunt, which feels so hot that I decide to slide a finger into her arse. My index finger which has been playing with her hole has dried a little so I slide it back into her pussy drawing as much of her wetness as possible. When I put it back against her arse I can feel her little hole twitching. I push against the muscles controlling her sphincter and am rewarded as she opens a little. I push harder and she sits down harder forcing my finger into her. The moisture lubricates enough for the digit to slide into her bum and suddenly I am inside both her holes. Her arse is so hot, and tightens around my finger buried up to the second joint. I can feel where her arse opens into her rectum which is silky smooth and soft. She runs a hand down to her pussy and I can feel her stroking her clit with my fingers in her. Again I check to see who is watching and am relieved to find that the others are still engrossed in the film in front of them. She turns and looks at me with such desire that my cock twitches. My dick has been ignored in all of this which I think is a good thing because I am nearly coming without any help. She whispers with a slight crack in her voice. "Baby, I'm so close to coming. Take your finger out of my pussy and put it in my bum too." I oblige by sliding out of her cunt and pushing my middle finger alongside the other. She opens up by pushing back with her anal muscles and allows it to enter her tight hole. As it goes in I can feel a stream of her juices pour out of her cunt. Her face tells the story as her arse grips and pulses on my fingers. She is coming – and trying to keep quiet about it. I can see her start to tremble and moan. Before she gets too audible I pull her face into me and kiss her passionately – all tongue, playing around in her mouth. Her breath is shaky when all of a sudden the O sets in. She is frantic and her bottom muscles are squeezing so tightly around my fingers. As we kiss she moans deeply into me. I am at the point of coming myself – it's as if our bodies are in tune with each other. I can feel her built up energy and it nearly sends me over the edge without any help. Then it is over. Her arse muscles, whilst still twitching, push my fingers out and she relaxes back in her chair. Clearly out of breath and totally blissed out she lies back in her chair and slides her knickers up around her wet, wet pussy. She lies there with her eyes closed for a minute or two. I can't take my eyes off her. Then she pulls me towards her and she kisses me passionately before whispering in my ear. "Fuck you are incredible. I haven't come so hard ever." She is flushed as she says it but continues, "When I came all I could think about was sucking your cock and swallowing your come." I kiss her back and try to find a suitable reply, when she goes on "And having you in my arse here where people could see us was amazing." With that she reaches down and pulls my cock out of my jocks. With a surreptitious glance around the cinema she brushes her hair back and leans down, turning sideways in her seat and before I know it slides her mouth over my cock. Suddenly my cock is enveloped by a warm, wet mouth. Deeper and deeper she slides forcing my hard dick down her throat. In one motion she swallows it all the way down to the base. All I can do is put my hands on the back of her neck and luxuriate in the feeling of her mouth sucking on my sensitive dick. Then slowly, she pulls her head back and licks the tip of my dick before plunging down the shaft again. It becomes too much for me and I start to come before she reaches halfway. I expect her to pull back as she normally does when I am coming, but instead she continues down the shaft causing my whole body to shiver in delight! I have to put my fingers in my mouth to stop myself moaning out loud. I can taste her pussy juices and that muskier flavour of her arse on my fingers which I suck upon to hold up some sort of self-control. My cock explodes as she reaches the base of my penis again. My come must be pouring in her throat but she keeps sucking. The swallowing motion in her throat milks my dick. My legs spasm and my body shakes as wave after wave of ecstasy flow through me. It is not until I have finished shooting that she slides her tongue back up the shaft. With a final suck and kiss of my head she sits up and allows me to cover my dick in my jocks and zip back up. I am unable to think a single coherent thought and can only kiss her passionately again. I can taste my come in her mouth as our tongues meld. I am surprised that she could swallow all that come, but she licks her lips as we pull away and I can tell she is as turned on by it as I was licking my fingers after having them in her cunt and arse. We finally pull away from each other and straighten ourselves up. I look at her to find she is looking right back with such a beautiful look on her gorgeous face. I am half way through saying "I love you" when I realize she is saying it at exactly the same time. We both finish at the same time and smile. At the Cinema with Neena We settled into our seats about fifteen minutes ahead of the show. The lights in the theatre were still on and the crowd coming in. I had booked us the last row at the back and corner seats at that. I had already planned the seating arrangements. I sat at the corner seat, Neena next to me, then Rishi followed by his dad and then his brother. The drive to the theater had been kind of odd for me. I sat at the back of the car with Rishi and his brother. Not caring much about what Rishi thought anymore I spent much of the journey staring at Neena from the back, occasionally making eye contact in the rear-view mirror. The last couple of days had been weird to say the least. First Rishi had caught me and his mom making out at his house. Somehow Neena and I continued to make love and I had ended up fucking her twice that evening. The second time had been an extra long session in her bedroom. Perhaps it was the unbelievable madness of the situation - her son's acquiscence of the situation and nearby presence - but she was extremely noisy, her moans louder than usual. As I finally climaxed, I collapsed on top of her, crushing her under my weight as my mouth captured hers for a long and protracted kiss. She continued to hold me in a tight embrace. "Are you all doing anything on Saturday?" I asked in between our kisses. "Nothing planned" she replied. "Why?" "Well, I was thinking of what I just said to Rishi a little while ago. You know, us all going to Chanakya for the Bond movie. We could have some fun." "Fun? You must be crazy!" she said with apprehension and a little bit of fear in her voice. "Neena, it will be dark. You can sit between me and Rishi and he will be in between us and the others. Don't worry, we'll be careful. It is just that we always have these real quick encounters that are indoors. Now that Rishi knows and will not talk about it, let us use it to enjoy ourselves a bit." I could sense that she was not fully in favor and was going to object. However just then, we heard Rishi's voice saying "I heard dad's car below". He was being good in his role of the alarm boy. I quickly got up and rushed to the living room to pick up my clothes and put them on. Neena got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. The next few minutes were a bit strained - Rishi and I waiting for his dad and without any clear conversational topic. When his dad walked in, we made some small chitchat. Neena came out looking quite normal in her saree. I hung around for a few minutes and then as I headed towards the door to leave, I asked Uncle if he and the family would like to see Octopussy on Saturday. I knew he was a big James Bond fan. I could see Neena's expression of disapproval as I spoke but before she could say anything, he accepted as I expected him to. "What about your parents?", he asked. I replied that they were not movie buffs as he knew and had no interest at all in coming to the theater. It was only around 6:30pm in the evening. I had luckily spotted the 640 bus coming in. I jumped and reached Chanakya in a short while and booked us the tickets. That evening I jacked off thrice reliving the experiences of the afternoon. I had fucked Neena in front of Rishi and it looked like I could keep doing it again and again for the foreseeable future. The very thought kept me horny and erect. The next day (Friday) at school, I announced the movie plans while with a group of other classmates. Rishi was there as well and this way I avoided having to inform him of this in person and in private. I saw Neena only briefly at school and said a respectful hello as we passed each other in the corridor. I met Rishi's brother as well and told him about the movie tickets for the next day. That evening I had to head out from school straight to the house of a cousin who was having her 7th birthday party. This meant that I had no way of seeing Neena that day and would have to wait till Saturday to see her. And now here we all were, sitting in the nice cool air conditioned environs of the theater. As an FYI, Chanakya was one of the posh cinema houses in Delhi in the 70s and 80s. It screened only English movies (usually released 2-3 years late in India) and I have no idea whether it still survives. The crowd was usually on the snobby side. The James Bond movies though usually attracted a larger breadth of audience as many of the crowd came to see the Bond girls and the various semi-nude lovemaking scenes of 007. I had booked the 3:30pm show (the only ones for which I could get tickets) and the theater was quite packed. Neena was wearing a nice saree but I was disappointed to see that she was wearing a sleeved-blouse depriving the world a view of her smooth arms. As ever, she looked lovely and completely fuckable. I still wasn't sure what all we were going to be able to do clandestinely in the theater. As the lights in the theater darkened to start the ads, I casually brought my left hand over hers and locked our fingers together. We remained like this for a while. I bent and took a glance to my left. I noticed Rishi looking at us - he had definitely seen our interlocked fingers. Beside him, his dad and brother were looking ahead. I realized that in the dark I couldn't see them very clearly and figured it would work the same way for them if they were to turn around to look at me. A few minutes later, I released my hand and quietly took it over her back and shoulders leaving it hanging loose on her left arm. My right hand moved up to touch her left arm. I waited a few seconds to see if there was any reaction from Rishi. Neena had drawn in a deep breath when I did this but she essentially remained still. For several minutes after that I caressed both her arms gently with my fingers moving my hands up and down. Her body felt soft and cuddly as usual. I moved my body to the left to be closer to her. A little later I turned my head and moved it towards her hair. Neena, as with many Indian women in those days, had long black hair that came down to the just above her waist. Maintaining such long hair not easy but Neena always managed to have that lustrous glow in her hair giving it a fresh clean look that enhanced her overall attractiveness. I moved my left arm back up and started running my fingers through her hair, giving her head a gentle massage. I knew she liked this and a few minutes later I felt her body wriggle a little closer to the right and towards myself. I bent my head down and gently licked the top of her ear. She gasped in surprise. We both froze for a few seconds. Rishi was still staring at us. I waited a few seconds to make sure we weren't attracting any attention and started nibbling her ear lobe with my lips. My left hand moved back around her neck again and this time started caressing her face and her cheek and then her neck. Her skin felt soft and nice. My fingers traced lines across her chin, over her lips and that little gap below her nose as I kept attacking away at her ear. Her body had started to relax and I sensed she was less fearful now as she realized no one was watching. It helped of course that Maud Adams kept appearing on the screen looking gorgeous and semi-naked every so often. Rishi's dad and brother were too busy engrossed in the parade of beauties that appeared through the movie to take any notice of us. I used my hand to cup her face from the side and push it towards me. I turned my face against hers and started kissing the right side of her face. Rishi could make out what we were doing since he had been following our actions from the beginning but I doubt his father would have suspected anything had he turned around at us then. I kept placing soft, wet kisses on the right side of her face while at the same time moving my forefinger along her lips and slipping it in and out of her mouth. The next step was to lean her backwards so her face would remain somewhat hidden from her husband and turn it towards me so that I could kiss her on the lips. We exchanged a series of kisses, each longer than the other and with more tongue action each time. I then moved my left arm down towards her elbow and inserted my hand under the pallu of her saree to touch her left breast. I could sense her body tense up at this sudden invasion. Her pallu hid most of my left hand so I felt somewhat safe in doing so. As my lips covered hers, I took my right hand and cupped her other breast. At the beginning, I just simply cupped both her breasts, feeling their heaviness. After I while I started gently squeezing them and kneading them. She turned back to watch the screen as I continued to squeeze and crush her breasts with my fingers hidden under the pallu of her saree. She was starting to breathe more heavily now and squirm on the seat every few seconds. I could feel outline of her hardened nipples under her blouse. I was really enjoying teasing her breasts like this. After a few minutes of doing so, I freed my hands out and went back to first caressing her arms like before. Then, I used my left hand to push her upper back and move her body slightly forward and force it to remain slightly bent. Within a few seconds, I had both my hands underneath the backside of her blouse and was unstrapping her bra underneath. She turned to look at me with a look of astonishment on her face. I used my left hand to push her shoulder back, getting her to recline against the seat once again. My hands found their way back under her pallu and over her breasts once again. With my fingers I slipped her blouse up over her breasts exposing them under the saree. With the bra unstrapped and loose, this was easy to do. I could feel the smooth skin of her full, heavy breasts on my fingers. I must have spent nearly fifteen minutes or so after that, caressing, squeezing and mauling her breasts. My fingers moved lazily around her breasts, in the valley between and the bottom portion of her breast below the sag where they were beginning to touch her upper belly. Later on she told me she had never experienced such a complete loving of her bosom and it was like I had touched every pore on her skin. Every now and then I'd pinch and tweak her erect nipples. At some point, I lifted the side of the pallu nearest to me, exposing her right breast completely. She looked so incredibly sexy sitting there, mostly clothed in her saree and showing one exposed breast partially covered by cloth. It is a good thing that James Bond movies feature non-stop action and entertainment. Nobody was giving us a second glance except Rishi. I sensed he was getting agitated on the side. He had tried a few times to remove my hand from over his mother's arms but I had either held firm or at other times allowed him to do so only to bring it back in position again. Now, here I was mauling his mother's breasts in the theater. I was sure he couldn't see it all clearly but doubtless from our actions it would have been clear to him that his mom's boobies were exposed. Neena however maintained wonderful composure throughout - no noises or anything to attract attention to what was happening to her. I slid down my seat to move my body to lower position and turned my head to kiss the side of her exposed right breast. My left hand continued to attack away at her other nipple. I took my time to plant slow kisses on as much of the breast as I could eventually cupping her right nipple and placing it in my mouth. Neena arched her body in pleasure as soon as I did this. I spent the next several minutes pleasuring her breast. When the position became a bit uncomfortable for me, I moved back up and we resumed our discreet kissing while my hands continued to attack her breasts. Neena was always extremely sensitive around her breasts. The whole illicitness and danger of the situation coupled with my constant mauling of her bosom had aroused her to unimaginable levels. She told me later that she felt her whole body was on the verge of some kind of massive explosion and she was in panic of losing physical control in that public setting. We continued with our necking and groping for several more minutes when we heard Rishi make a comment that was unintelligible to us. I am not sure whether he was trying to distract us, draw attention to us or if it was simply a spontaneous reaction to the scene in the movie. Neena and I froze and immediately turned to look at him and towards her husband and elder son. While Uncle was still glued to the screen, Rishi was now staring at his mother. It hit me also that it was the first time all evening since the movie started that Neena had actually taken notice of his presence or that of the rest of her family. My hands remained in place cupping her breasts and I resumed tweaking her nipples. She told me later that she simply lost control but not entire;y in the way she feared. The fact that she and her son were staring at each other while she was making out and getting fondled and that too in a cinema theater was too much for her to bear. Her arousal state had reached a point of no return. I felt her body suddenly buck on the seat. In panic my quickly removed my hands from her breasts.I was sure her husband would turn around and notice. Luckily Neena had more common sense than I. She immediately stood up, her body shaking a little and her right hand holding on to the armrest of her seat for balance. Her husband immediately whispered "What happened?". I was in fear at this stage, not knowing what was going to happen. Neena simply stood for a few seconds, and sat down on the seat again. Thankfully, her conservative style of saree dressing with a thick pallu hid her exposed breasts quite well. She leaned to her left and whispered back that she was feeling a bit woozy and that was it. It took a few seconds for me to comprehend that she had just had an orgasm. In the past, she had climaxed so many times with me either in my mouth or with me inside of her and I had gotten to recognize her body signals as she'd do so. But this one was different and completely unexpected. All through this time I had been in a state of painful arousal myself. Having a rock-hard penis for the better part of and hour can be torturous. I had kept twitching in my pants with a classic tentpole inside my underwear straining and clearly visible to anyone who would have cared to look. At the time of Neena's orgasm my erection subsided in a jiffy due to the panic. Once things settled down and as I realized that Neena had climaxed and that we hadn't been caught, my state of arousal came back. Everyone settled back to watching the movie. For several minutes we did nothing. I tried to keep my eyes and focus on the movie screen. When I thought it was safe, I turned to look at her. She looked back at me with a naughty smile on her face. The experience had been scary but unbelievably exciting. She confessed to me later that it was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced and that it took all her self-control not to make any noise and to keep her body still. I moved my left hand and place it over over hers and till the intermission we just sat there watching the film. But, now that the danger had passed, my mind was already imagining other possibilities. The intermission in those days was a good 10-15 mins depending on the theater. The idea was to allow the audience to take a break, use the toilets, buy some more refreshments etc. etc. As the intermission sign flashed, Rishi's dad and brother got up to make their way out for the break. Neena and I continued to sit in our seats. Rishi was undecided - I think he wanted to go but at the same time didn't want to leave his mom alone with me. As his dad passed by safe hearing distance, I turned to Neena and whispered into her ear "Take off your bra and panty during the break". She gave me another of those surprised looks. I continued to insist " Do it now, before the break is over and oh by the way, keep your shawl handy". The month being January temperatures in Delhi could get quite low. In those days, the favorite garment of warmth for women used to be woollen shawls that they would wrap around their upper body and over the saree. I knew Neena had gotten one with her that day but had kept it folded and unused till then. I pulled her up with my hand knowing that only Rishi would be seeing this and walked towards the exit. Neena got up and we walked out together and headed our separate ways. When we got back to our seats, the intermission hadn't finished yet. I gave Neena a questioning look and she nodded as if to say that she'd done what I'd asked her to - a shy but mischievous smile on her face. As the lights dimmed for the second half to begin, I casually moved my hand and took her handbag from her lap. I unzipped it and stuck my hand inside and pulled out a bra and a panty. Obviously in her state of arousal, she had been wet for a long time and her panty was soaked. I placed the handbag to my side and lifted the bra to sniff the insides. I next took her panty and wiped it all over my face, taking in the aroma of her juices. Neena was watching all this with a mix of apprehension, amusement and pride. I took my left hand and bought it down to her lower thighs. After waiting a few seconds to make sure no one (i.e. her husband or elder son) was watching, I took a bit of the cloth in my fingers and pulled upwards. Her saree and petticoat slid up as a result. After a few minutes of patient work and some cooperative wriggling from Neena, she had her saree complete bunched up above her knees exposing her legs and thighs. I pointed to her shawl and she understood. She unwrapped the shawl and draped it over herself covering her body from shoulders down to her legs. It was now a quick repeat my actions from earlier in order to use my hands to lift up her blouse and expose her breasts. Under the shawl, my hands now had free movement over her body. I spent the next several minutes caressing different parts of her body. I spent time on her breasts and her nipples. My left hand moved over her belly and tickled her belly button gently. My right hand moved to her thighs and caressed the silky skin in slow, lazy movement while spreading her thighs apart. Eventually my fingers reached her pelvic region which was smooth and hair-free. My fingers went up down in a light feather-like motion tickling the outerfolds of her vagina and the top of her clitoris. Neena positioned her body to give me better access. Pretty soon, I had my forefinger rubbing against her clitoris. Now I had one hand hand squeezing and loving her breasts while the other was pleasuring her below. I managed to enter one of my fingers up into her vagina and move it in and out. The angle and position wasn't the most comfortable but it worked. She was sopping wet and I became worried that her petticoat and saree would get stained wet. I moved my finger out, back to my lap where I had her panty and placed it in between her thighs to act as a towel. It was still quite moist but better than nothing. I now renewed my assault on her breasts and her pussy. I alternated my fingers in and out of her vagina for a minute or so followed by a minute or two of rubbing her clitoris. My fingers were soaked with her juices. Every now and then I'd bring my fingers out and lick them clean in my mouth and start again. In between I'd take them and place them inside Neena's mouth having her taste her own cum. Whenever I felt her body starting to shiver a little in anticipation of an orgasm, I'd slow down the pace or stop my hands from moving and simply kiss her on the face or neck for a few minutes. Neena's face was pointed at the screen through much of this looking like any other normal member of a cinema audience. She had her eyes half closed and a look of intense pleasure on her face as I continued my ministrations. After around 20-25 mins of this I decided to stop the torment that I knew she was undergoing and decided to allow her to orgasm. Her climax this time took longer to subside but was better controlled. For one I could sense it coming myself and had my left hand pressed against her abdomen to keep her body still. Secondly she was more aware herself and tried to keep her body still. She also took the precaution of keeping her hand over her mouth to prevent any noise. At the Cinema with Neena We were both a bit mentally exausted after this and for a while we just stayed quiet, my hands just gently caressing her body underneath the shawl as we sat looking up at the movie screen. Several minutes went by like this. After some time, I took her right hand and placed it on my crotch. As briefly mentioned before, I had been in a state of arousal for a very long time with no release at all. Neena immediately grasped my penis from over my trousers and gave it a few gentle squeezes. I moved my hand to the side and pulled my zipper down. Neena's fingers moved inside and grabbed a hold of my erect member. She was surprised that she was able to feel my naked cock rightaway - I had of course not told her that during the intermission I had taken off my own underwear as well! It was now my turn to be tormented by Neena. She caressed my cock, squeezed it, pumped it but never allowed me any release. My cock wasout in the open, sticking out of my pants. Luckily I was so far to the right of the group that Rishi's dad and brother were unlikely to see anything. My hands meanwhile remained underneath the shawl covering her body and caressing her all over. Eventually she got around to move her hand up and down my shaft in a continuous pumping motion. Much the same as I did to her, she'd bring me close to a climax and then slow down. The pleasure was intense and I knew that I'd blow out a huge load whenever I would come. Once again I took her panty from between her thighs and held them in my right hand to help clean up. Now only my left arm was wrapped around her body attacking her breasts and nipples while she continued to pump me. My own climax was probably one of the most pleasurable I had ever felt. I had tensed my body to make sure I made no untowards movements that would attract attention. I placed Neena's panty at the tip of my shaft and when I came I felt I'd never stop. Neena's panty, already moist with her own cum, was now soaked with white goo from my cock. I turned left and could see Rishi watching us with an expression of horror and disgust. I took the panty, now with both our juices mixed and bringing it under Neena's shawl, wiped her breasts and belly and then all over her back. I did this so quickly that even Neena was surprised and had no time to react either way. I had effectively coated her entire upper body with our mixed juices that would shortly dry out. I did this for several seconds until satisfied that I had transferred as much as I could of the fluids from the panty onto her body. I stuffed the panty back into the handbag on my side. Next I took her bra and used the cups to clean the remaining fluids still oozing out of my cock. Her inner bra cups were now coated my cum. I stuffed the bra back in her handbag as well and returned it back to her lap. I moved the shawl down slightly and could see her breasts glistening with the fluids coating them - the sight was incredibly thrilling. Over the next few minutes, we readjusted her clothes back to order, pulling her blouse down once again and sliding her saree and petticoat back to cover her legs and then finally putting away the shawl. There were still about 15-20 mins of the film left and we spent much of this time necking and kissing - Rishi still staring at us but not saying anything. As the film ended, I whispered to Neena to go to the washroom and put back on her bra and panty. I felt this feeling of ownership in front of her family and wanted to assert it. I wanted her to wear the panty and cover her pussy with our mixed juices while her breasts and nipples would feel my cum from the bra. As we left the hall to exit outside, Rishi's brother pointed at my pants and informed jokingly that I had my zipper open. I'd forgotten to close it but luckily nothing showed and I acted suitably embarrassed. As we walked back to the car, I was back to feeling aroused. The experience that day had been unimaginable. Neena had cooperated fully with me in our little adventure. Rishi had watched but kept quiet. Also his father and brother clearly had no clue or suspicion about what was going on. Neena looked so demure and such a normal perfect mother/wife as we walked back to the car. The ride back home was normal. It had already darkened and I was able to spend the time looking at Neena's profile from the rear and admiring her body. My one regret was that I hadn't been able to fuck her that day. What a thrill that would be, to make love to her while her husband and family were so close-by? To eat her pussy and taste her juices a few feet away from Uncle! To lift her up and fuck her standing, her body moving up and down my cock behind her husband's back! My fantasies were running wild and my cock was hardening. I now needed some time to think what else I and Neena could do together using Rishi as our warning bell. I figured things were only going to get better.