As I massaged, I felt a bulge. Then pop went her two shirt buttons. She realised what was going on, but I didn’t release her from my kiss. She hit my chest with weak punches and finally settled down. As I jiggled and played with her boobs, I noticed that her bra strap had come off. In a swift movement I pulled it out and tossed it under our seat. I stopped kissing her. Her face was red as a beautiful cherry. I had sucked away all her energy and all there was left to do now was enjoy her and let her enjoy it as well. I played with her boobs, jiggling them, cupping them and at one point, holding them as if I was hanging from a cliff. The way she tightened her legs and shut her eyes unable to bear the pain and pleasure was a sight to behold. “The theatre staff will have a tale to say when they find your bra” I whispered, adding a shade of red to her face. “Who knows? Some might even fantasise and jerk off to your bra”
“But absolutely no one can guess what really happened here when I am done with you.” These seductive words bought about a sudden change in her body. “No! No! No!” she quivered and arched back strongly. I caught hold of her and tried to kiss her, but she shook violently, as if wanting to get up and run. I tightly hugged her waist and her tantrums settled in a few Why the sudden protest?, I wondered. My answer came in the form of warm liquid that trickled down the seat and also managed to drench my pants. 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 peeled her hands away and gave her a peck on her cheeks. “A queen should never be ashamed” I whispered and started massaging her boobs. “Let your humble servant treat you right.” My antics were by no means over.
To be Continued.
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