I stepped out of the theatre —the rains had stopped and bright sunshine fell on me –it was as if I was now an “enlightened” being —– It was as if I was darkness all along & now with a stranger in the back row of a movie theater , he led me to “light” and enlightenment .It seemed so symbolic—I had entered the theatre a shy , introvertish girl & who had hang ups about sex —- & I was now walking out , more “sure “ & confident & “enlightened “ about the pleasures of sex and my own individuality and sexuality—- all learnt from a complete stranger and who was probably 15-20 years older than me and whose name I did not know and whom I will probably never meet again.
I caught a bus (I guess the strike was over by then) and went to college for the afternoon session but my mind was in a tizzy of the unexpected but tumultuous morning encounter. I could feel some stickiness of his dried up semen on my body but could do nothing about it till I returned home & sitting in the classroom I kept thinking about what had happened. I was a shy & introverted studious girl who had taken refuge in a movie theater on a rainy day. A stranger had seen me & followed me in the theater & attempted to take advantage of me — & succeeded.
When I reached home in the evening and later looked at myself in the mirror in my room —I looked the same but felt soooo different. I took my kameez and bra off and I could see the red marks of his intense sucking and nibbling on my breasts and nipples. I could see some scaly white spots across my bosom also which was his dried-up semen. For some strange reason, I was not in a hurry to have a shower and wash it all off——instead I just lingered and exulted in the erotic aroma and the ambience of the morning encounter and had a bath only a couple of hours later.
I thought about this the next few days too & felt that what happened was an experience worth remembering. In fact it was an experience in two parts. In the pre-interval phase I was too scared & nervous & did not even have the courage to resist or even get up & go away to another seat. I was too scared to draw attention to myself or create a scene & as such put up with his advances. It was a “cat and mouse “game as he too was very nervous and was not sure how I will react and he was taking a big risk as well. He was nervous, tentative, scared as he tried to touch me with his foot, elbow, hand, leg, bit by bit as he broke down my nervousness and resistance. He took advantage of my hesitancy and nervousness & I allowed him do so — though I had choices of avoiding it. Though I was scared & did not want it to happen, by not firmly resisting and allowing it to continue, I had given my tacit approval. I had initially “tolerated “ his advances with the hope he will understand my reluctance and predicament —- but he did not and instead pulled my hand onto his cock & began to fondle my breasts . My reaction after that was more of “reluctant curiosity” till it started getting better and till he began to fondle my breasts & then it was again “reluctant pleasure”. That he was “gentle”& not crude or rough helped me ease up & “put up “with his uninvited advances. It was more out of passivity & fear that I allowed him to pull up my kameez & fondle my breasts & pull up my bra to suck on my breasts —but which later turned into “reluctant pleasure” . Of course, getting an orgasm was an ultimate experience –by a stranger & that too in a public theater –so much of risk involved. Though it was extremely enjoyable , I was still in a state of confusion & in that mental state I had masturbated him as well — I was both, curious to see him ejaculate but at the same time to get it over & done with .
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