Adultery my Affairs

[godofgoud]

 

After five minutes when our vision got adjusted to the dim light, I saw that Sri was no longer watching the movie. He was ogling me and struggling to have a look into my cleavage. I decided to help him.
 
"Hey, give me nachos," and turned my body to him and used my right hand to grab a few.
 
I was sitting on his right side. I looked down to see what I was showing and I saw my boobs bulging as I brought my right hand across. Sri was now not trying to pretend as if he were watching the movie anymore. He was looking right at my cleavage.
 
I was getting horny. I could feel my nipples getting harder. I wanted him to knead my nipples. I looked at him and saw that his hands were on the shared armrest.
 
I leaned towards him so that my left breast now brushes his arm. He just moved his arm initially. I leaned towards him a bit more trying to look candid.
 
He got the hint and he kept his hand back where it was and this time it was rubbing my breast even firmer.
 
He did something amazing after that. He started eating the popcorn with his right hand making sure it moved all over my left breast and I was sure he could feel my nipple which was now rock hard.
 
He was not pretending much anymore and was crushing my breast with his arm.
 
Excitement and lust were overpowering me. I kept my purse below my seat and kept my mobile in the slot in the armrest. I wanted to give him better access. Till now I could maintain the accidental look to whatever happened. Lust took me over. I decided to come out of the cover.
 
I corrected my position, took my dupatta, and covered my chest properly. Sri also took his arm away taking my clue. But he was wrong. My brain was no longer guiding me. I took his left hand and guided it to my breast under the dupatta.
 
"Knead them." I was giving him permission to do whatever he wanted.
 
He hesitated initially and kept his hand there. I closed my eyes and helped his hands, giving them the push. He was now more confident and started pressing them, initially over the Kurti and soon his hand slipped into it.
 
He went directly for my right breast sliding deep to the bra. I felt as if I got an electric shock the moment his fingers located my nipple. It was the first time ever a man touched my nipple. He caressed them gently and was tickling me.
 
"Harder...please..."
 
He increased the pressure. He tried to shift to the other breast. But it was difficult since the dress was tight. He slides the zipper further down so as to get slightly better access.
 
"Please remove your dupatta. I want to see," he asked.
 
I looked around. It was a corner except a boy sitting next to me. Looked like a much younger lad, probably in school or just finished it. He didn't look like a threat as his eyes were plastered on to the screen.
 
I slowly raised my dupatta. I was afraid as well as excited. I slowly pulled it above my breast. I could see his hands going inside my Kurti.
 
Now that the zipper is wide open, I can clearly see my cleavage. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I could never even think about doing something in public. Sri desperately wanted to see my nipple and he was trying to get rid of my bra.
 
I asked him to wait to stop and covered myself with the dupatta. The straps of my bra were detachable. I detached both straps and rotated the bra slowly so that the hook in the backside was brought to the front. I opened the hook and slowly removed my bra. I opened my purse and put the bra inside.
 
That's when Sri realized what I was doing. Even in the darkness, I could see the excitement in his eyes. He didn't need another invitation. I maintained a slightly leaned forward position so as to cover up things better. He gave a tug to my dupatta suggesting that he wanted it removed. He was getting adventurous, rather dangerous.
 
But I knew the risks. It was a public place and this is India. I have to be careful, sometimes if caught the crowd may turn out to be dangerous and I might be all over the news. But I couldn't turn down his request and slightly pulled the dupatta up so that it hung like a hammock under my neck leaving the chest open.
 
I looked to both sides and found the neighbors focussed on the movie. I felt a bit relaxed and allowed him to proceed. I pulled my dupatta further up. Sri was already inside my Kurti and kneading my nipples.
 
I lost sense of what was happening and began to enjoy myself. I could feel the thrill, the incredible sensation of my erect nipples getting tweaked one after the other and I slowly closed my eyes enjoying the feeling to the fullest.
 
He was mauling one breast after another. I looked down and saw both my breasts open in the air. He has managed to pull them out and tucked each flap of the Kurti inside to expose them.
 
I slowly crouched myself forward and kept both forearms on the armrest to hide them from others. Both my breasts were lying outside, exposed. I couldn't believe I had the courage to let these things happen.
 
I checked the boy on my right and I was shocked to see him looking at my breasts. I quickly pulled my dupatta down. Sri also took hands away seeing my sudden response.
 
The boy also looked back to the screen as if he didn't see anything. I couldn't put my breast back inside, instead, I covered them with my dupatta.
 
"Sri I am afraid. He saw me. What can we do now?"
 
"Appu, don't worry. He doesn't know you."
 
"But still... He saw my breasts. I saw him looking. Come, we will leave at once," I was worried and I wanted to avoid a bad situation.
 
"Appu calm down. See he is not causing any trouble. He is as afraid as you or even more. He doesn't look like a threat," he tried to reassure me.
 
"Are you sure he won't tell anybody?"
 
"Yes, why should he. Why should he spoil the show? Please don't spoil the mood. Why should you bother even if he tells somebody later? He doesn't know you," he said and tried to insert his hands under my dupatta.
 
"Oh god, Sri. Are you saying you want to continue!"
 
"Yes, and I am sure you also feel the same. You are excited too, aren't you?"
 
"No, I am not. I am not a slut."
 
He slowly eased his hands through my failing resistance and felt my boobs under the dupatta.
 
He tweaked my nipples and said, "See, how hard they are. You are no slut. But you are definitely excited. Aren't you Aparna?"
 
The moment he started working on my nipples I lost my resistance. I was not sure if I should admit the fact. We have gone this far. Why should I act naive?
 
"Yes Aji, I feel excited. The fear of getting caught is so erotic. But I am afraid also."
 
"Appu, don't worry. He is not going to trouble us. He might try again to have another look, but don't you want him to look?"
 
"Noo, I don't want him to look," I resisted the way he was turning things. Maybe I wanted him to look. But I felt it was too slutty to admit it. Denial was my first response.
 
"Appu, I never expected you to admit it. But I know how you feel," he continued massaging my breasts, still covered with my dupatta. He was very good at it. He worked softly with his fingers most of the time, and hard in between, sending electric waves inside me. This aroused me further and I desperately wanted to touch myself.
 
"Don't you want to touch yourself?" he asked. I wondered how he is reading my mind so correctly.