At the interval stage, I was willing to accept this as one of the unfortunate exploitative situations of life & putting myself more to blame & would have left the theater at that stage.
However the stranger had picked up his briefcase & left & I had watched him leave with a sense of relief. That was the time I too could have left , but thinking that the “risk “ was over & that it would still been raining outside, I had taken the decision to stay back & gather my thoughts & enjoy the movie .
But – the stranger returned. I was a bit taken aback, but nevertheless relatively unperturbed. If he tired something more –“well, no big deal”anymore & if he did not, the movie was there. Either way I was prepared .That he bought popcorn for me was sweet of him & it broke the “negativity “that I was feeling till then. After that the situation developed once again—. I was more confident & assured now & the earlier pre-interval hesitancy disappeared & what we did this time was truly amazing. I mean this time around, I did not feel that I was being taken advantage, but rather it was far more participative & mutual. It was, as if I had discovered the pleasure possible & had no hang ups anymore—despite such tremendous risk. It somehow did not seem to matter that I did not know the stranger, or that he was married & much older than I was. The pleasure, the passion & the lust was paramount for both of us. I enjoyed every moment of it. That I had a boyfriend too did seem to matter at all. When the stranger passionately whispered in my ear “ I love you “ , I had no hesitation is saying the same to him & I too said “I love you “ not once but three , four times . That it was a risky act in a public place also did not seem to bother me (given the darkness of the sparsely populated hall) & the passion that was latent in me took over. It was as if the “scales “fell from my eyes & the conservatism & introvertism or shyness of my past upbringing were all now things of the past. I always had a lot of fear or hassles about sex, but now I was enjoying every moment of sex with a total stranger. I had allowed him to caress & fondle my breasts & even to open my kameez & open my bra & to lick & suck on my nipples. He had opened my salwar & masturbated me – not once but three times, which was very very intoxicating and pleasurable. He had even totally removed my salwar and bra and made topless in the movie hall and I was practically naked there —- & he sat on the floor and licked my cunt as well, which was really heavenly. For that matter, I had willingly caressed & stroked his cock & masturbated him & for the first time I had performed oral sex & had willingly sucked his cock not once but twice & to top it all, I had even tasted & swallowed his semen, he spat in my mouth, licked me all over my face, he was smelly, called me a “randi” etc etc— It was surely mindboggling to say the least. I felt so complete, liberated, mature & confident now. He showed me what passionate sex really was (vs. what I had experienced with my immature and inexperienced boyfriend—the real difference of having sex with a mature and older man vs. a teenager).
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