Her body noticed the change immediately. She felt a bulge growing inside her shirt and before she could react, pop went her top two buttons. She pushed away from the kiss.
“Are you insane?!” she snapped and clutched her shirt. She tried to get back to her seat, but I caught her hip and pulled her back. “I’m sorry” I whispered and licked her nape.
“Arjun. Turn..turn it back” she said, trying not to be swayed by the licks of temptation. I found it cute that she was too embarrassed to use the word boobs.
“Turn what back?” I asked slyly, pushing away her shirt and licking along her collar bone. She elbowed my chest, trying to get away from me.
“Oh! You mean these?!” I said, and slithered my warm hands inside from below her shirt. I grabbed her bra-arrested boobs and began squeezing them. “Let me play with your melons for a few minutes and I’ll change it back” I promised. She said nothing. Her face reddened like a beautiful cherry. Her elastic bra had stretched to its limit, but had still managed to hold on. “Wow, your tits are begging to burst out. Shall I release the puppies?” I teased her.
“I hate you” she replied, her response expressing mixed emotions.
“Is that so?” I said and slowly began to circle my middle finger around her areolas. Her feet writhed like standing on a box of ice, trying to grasp the carpet floor to channel the sensitivity elsewhere. The way she tightened her legs and scratched the cushions of the armrest was a sight to behold. As I said earlier, there is something oddly satisfying about making your girlfriend snivel and moan. “Maya, you sexy bitch. I just couldn’t get enough you” I expressed and clawed her boobs in a surge of violent lust.
She arched back strongly with a shrill that subdued thanks to the sound of the movie. I stimulated her nipples with my index as the rest of my fingers buried onto her boobs. “No! No! No!” she quivered and shook impatiently. “Whoa! Relax…” I suggested, licking her ears once again as my hands kneaded her boobs. She settled all right. She however relaxed a little too much. A few quiet seconds later, I could feel warm liquid trickle down the seat. She had peed. Unable to take the frustration, her body had said fuck it and had released to relax her nerves. She buried her face in shame.
I took my hands off her bra and peeled her hands away from her face.
“A queen should never be ashamed” I said and gave a peck on her cheeks. “Let’s get you cleaned”
*******
We walked out unnoticed. There wasn’t anyone to notice in the first place and the movie hadn’t reached intermission yet, so the theatre lights were still off.
“My pants…she started. “They’re soaked…Gosh! You made me pee, you sicko! Do you have some weird fetish or something?”
“Sorry Sweetheart. I’d prefer you squirt instead when I tease you” I replied. We reached the restroom doors and she was about to go through the door marked with the women sign when I caught her arm and dragged her into the men’s restroom next to it.
“What the!” she exclaimed, as we pushed into one of the private western toilet compartments inside. I bolted the door.