19-12-2018, 09:55 AM
Part - 46
My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of unbridled desire.
I quickly manipulated my fingers under her skirt in such a way that I could rub against the mound of her pussy through her panty. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as my fingers grazed against her pussy lips through her panties, and I had to give her thigh a quick squeeze to get her to be quiet. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game here, groping these two teenage college girls in a dark movie hall, seated on either side of me, and each not knowing what I was doing with the other.
Gunjan's aroused pebble-hard nipples were searing my palm now, and despite my concerns, I found myself beginning to squeeze and knead her barely developed tits, teasing those erect nubbings between my thumb and forefinger. Growing bolder by the minute, I began to run my palm practically over her entire chest, in a gentle massaging motion that both soothed and aroused her at the same time.
On the other side, Amisha was by now practically thrusting her pelvis towards my hand, pressing the firm mound of her virgin pussy against my hand. Inflamed with lust, I opened my palm and began to caress the lips of her vagina right through her panties, while rubbing the slit with my middle finger. She was rhythmically, albeit subtely, clasping and unclasping her thighs, her arousal mounting with each moment. Gunjan, on the other hand, was holding my hand pressed to her chest through her shirt, almost encouraging me to palm her young teenaged underdeveloped breasts.
I realized that we were half-way through the movie only when 'Intermission' flashed on the screen, and the overhead lights slowly came on. I quickly extracted my hand from inside Gunjan's shirt, and simultaneously pulled my other hand out from between Amisha's thighs, trying my best not to attract any attention. Thankfully, both girls were both concerned about getting themselves in order first, and therefore did not glance in each others direction; Gunjan fumbling to button up her shirt, while Amisha smoothened down her skirt and reached under the chair to put on her shoes.
"Cold drinks, anyone... ?" I announced cheerfully, as I stood up and stretched, fully aware that the bulge of my hard cock was visible under my jeans. Both of them nodded and mumbled in the affirmative, terribly conscious of their own selves. As we trooped out towards the lobby, the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies toilet. I smiled inwardly, wondering how wet I'd got these two young sexy teenage collegegirls by now.
Gunjan was the first to come out, and as she walked towards me, I couldn't help but see how desireable she looked to me. Despite being so skinny, and wearing a shirt that was one size too big for her, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked, with her hair tied in two short braids that hung in the front on either shoulder, her lips pouting awkwardly on account of those braces, and her perky little barely developed breasts sitting firmly on her chest under that loose shirt, despite being not supported by a bra.
She was fidgeting with her hands and extremely nervous as she approached me, and her awkwardness was visible. She smiled weakly and quickly pulled her gaze away from me. I suddenly felt sorry for making this otherwise cheerful and giggly girl so nervous, and wanted to do something to make her feel at ease. The lobby was by now deserted as most of the other viewers had already gone inside.
Taking her by her hand, I quietly led her to the wall adjacent to the door of the cinema hall, where we were hidden from the view of anyone approaching from the other side, by those large wide doors which were thrown open. Taking both of her hands into mine, I looked her in the eye and said earnestly "Gunjan, I'm sorry if I did something that you didn't like ... I probably should have controlled myself..." trying to sound as genuine as I could. She ran her lips nervously over her braced teeth, and kept looking into my eyes, her protruding lips parted slightly.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something incoherently and dropped her gaze. "What, Gunjan ... I couldn't hear what you said..." I asked gently, continuing to hold her slender bony fingers in my hands. Clearing her throat, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I ... I just said that ... that ... nobody has touched me ... like that ... so..." continuing to look down, and her words coming out in a broken stammer. I nodded in understanding, and suddenly felt guilt course through me. After all, I had just gone ahead the groped a young unsuspecting girl, who seemed to adore me for some reason, on just our second meeting. Nodding my head, I squeezed her hand and said softly "I'm sorry, Gunjan ... I promise I won't..." before being cut off by her.
"Ohh no, bhaiyyaa ... no..." she blurted out, interrupting me. "I ... I ... like you ... very much..." she managed to mutter, her eyes fluttering, as the color rose to her cheeks. As I looked at her, she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the ladies toilet, before flinging herself towards me, and awkwardly pressing her lips to mine. Though stunned by this totally unexpected display of affection, I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around her slender, almost bony butt, pressing her thin, young body to mine. Pressing my lips to her with ardor, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear "Let's go inside ... before..." letting my eyes convey the rest.
She got the hint, and flashing me a nervous smile, followed me as I walked out from behind the wide open door of the hall. It was just in time, for we saw Amisha emerge from the ladies toilet almost at about the same time. The three of us then walked into the hall, which had already plunged into darkness again, since the movie had resumed. With a bit of difficulty, we managed to get back to our seats; but not before spotting a couple seated a couple of rows behind us, kissing each other passionately, unmindful of being spotted by someone. I saw the shy, knowing glances being exchanged between Amisha and Gunjan, and smiled inwardly to myself.
We resumed our previously occupied places, with Amisha on my left and Gunjan on the right. A few minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha shift in her seat and lean towards my side. On the pretext of stretching my legs, I leaned back in the push-back seat, and in one smooth motion, dbangd my left arm around Amisha's shoulder. She seemed to be almost waiting for me, for as soon as I did that, she responded by snuggling up closer to my side. At the same time, I subtely shifted my right and sought out Gunjan's hand under the cover of darkness. As soon as my searching fingers found her hand in her lap, I felt her close her fingers around mine.
With my right hand resting on her leg, I felt how slender Gunjan's thighs were under her skirt and petticoat. Slowly, I began to caress her thin bony thigh through the skirt, in a soothing up and down motion. My left arm, dbangd around Amisha's shoulder, had also gone to work, and was feeling the firmness of Amisha's proud breasts straining under her shirt. Unlike Gunjan, she only wore a white bra under ther shirt, and my fingers could clearly feel the outline of her bra through her shirt. As my finger tips scbangd against the firm tip of Amisha's breasts under the shirt & bra, I saw her bring her right hand to her lips, and begin to chew on her nails.
Slowly, Amisha brought her fingers which she'd been chewing on, to the neck of her white college uniform skirt, and began to fidget with the collar of her shirt. It took me moment to realize that on the pretext of fidgeting with her collar, she had surreptitiously opened the first button of her shirt under the collar. Needing no further invitation, I smoothly slipped my hand inside the open neck ofher shirt, and felt her magnificent firm 32-B breasts straining under her white cotton bra. Her bra was the cheap cotton type, which hardly provided any support to her breasts.
Yet, her young teenage breasts were so firm that they stood proudly on her chest, filling the cups of her bra nicely. My fingers instinctively closed around the firm flesh of her left breast, squeezing them, and I felt her fingers clutch my thigh instinctively. Beginning a gentle rhythmic squeezing of her tight breasts through her bra, I shifted my attention to Gunjan. Gunjan was sitting stiffly in her seat, both her hands clutching the arm rest of the seat on either side, as my right hand was absent mindedly caressing her thin bony thighs through her skirt. Slowly, I began to pull up her skirt, baring her slender knees.
I glanced at her to see her response, and saw that she was sitting stiffly in her seat, with her eyes glued to the screen, and her hands clutching the arm rest of the chair. Gradually, I pulled her skirt further up, till I could place my right hand freely on her incredibly slender thigh. I was thrilled to feel how hot the skin of her bare legs felt; and as my thumb began to caress the inside of her skinny thighs, I felt an involuntary shiver run through her body.
Her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as my fingers slid further upwards between her thighs. With a swift motion, I slid my palm up between her thighs, till they came to rest on the almost flat V of her panties. As my finger tips pressed against Gunjan's virgin vagina through her panties, a shudder of sorts went through her pelvis, and I saw her hand automatically fly to her mouth.
I held my hand in place touching the almost flat lips of her pussy through her panty, and waited to see if she would make any attempt to push my away. I was pleased to see that, except for an involuntary twitching of her thigh muscles, there seemed to be no resistance from her. I pressed the flat of my palm against her thin vaginal lips through her simple white cotton panties, and I smiled to myself when I felt the crinkly feel of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her panties. She obvisoulsy didn't hadn't matured enough to start trimming, let alone shave, her pubic hair.
However, what drove me mad with lust was the fact that her panty was damp with the wetness that seemed to have oozed out of her young teenage virgin cunt; thanks to the intense arousal I had subjected this not yet fully developed girl to! In fact, her panty seemed to be not just damp, but fully soaked with her vaginal secretions. I could only imagine how the poor girl must be filling, sitting in a dark movie hall, with an elder guy she'd been introduced to barely a week back, so wet that she'd almost soaked her panties, and the guy feeling up her tender aroused vagina under her skirt.
My attention was then drawn to Amisha, who had gradually pushed my hand further up between her parted thighs, making the tips of my fingers touch the fabric of her white cotton panties. So aroused was she that I could almost feel the heat emanating from her young teenage pussy, even through her thick cotton panties. She was leaning back fully in the seat now, and with both her hands holding my hand in place between her legs, her proud young breasts straining against the fabric of her white uniform shirt, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes fixed on the screen; she looked like an object of unbridled desire.
I quickly manipulated my fingers under her skirt in such a way that I could rub against the mound of her pussy through her panty. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips as my fingers grazed against her pussy lips through her panties, and I had to give her thigh a quick squeeze to get her to be quiet. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game here, groping these two teenage college girls in a dark movie hall, seated on either side of me, and each not knowing what I was doing with the other.
Gunjan's aroused pebble-hard nipples were searing my palm now, and despite my concerns, I found myself beginning to squeeze and knead her barely developed tits, teasing those erect nubbings between my thumb and forefinger. Growing bolder by the minute, I began to run my palm practically over her entire chest, in a gentle massaging motion that both soothed and aroused her at the same time.
On the other side, Amisha was by now practically thrusting her pelvis towards my hand, pressing the firm mound of her virgin pussy against my hand. Inflamed with lust, I opened my palm and began to caress the lips of her vagina right through her panties, while rubbing the slit with my middle finger. She was rhythmically, albeit subtely, clasping and unclasping her thighs, her arousal mounting with each moment. Gunjan, on the other hand, was holding my hand pressed to her chest through her shirt, almost encouraging me to palm her young teenaged underdeveloped breasts.
I realized that we were half-way through the movie only when 'Intermission' flashed on the screen, and the overhead lights slowly came on. I quickly extracted my hand from inside Gunjan's shirt, and simultaneously pulled my other hand out from between Amisha's thighs, trying my best not to attract any attention. Thankfully, both girls were both concerned about getting themselves in order first, and therefore did not glance in each others direction; Gunjan fumbling to button up her shirt, while Amisha smoothened down her skirt and reached under the chair to put on her shoes.
"Cold drinks, anyone... ?" I announced cheerfully, as I stood up and stretched, fully aware that the bulge of my hard cock was visible under my jeans. Both of them nodded and mumbled in the affirmative, terribly conscious of their own selves. As we trooped out towards the lobby, the girls excused themselves to go to the ladies toilet. I smiled inwardly, wondering how wet I'd got these two young sexy teenage collegegirls by now.
Gunjan was the first to come out, and as she walked towards me, I couldn't help but see how desireable she looked to me. Despite being so skinny, and wearing a shirt that was one size too big for her, I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked, with her hair tied in two short braids that hung in the front on either shoulder, her lips pouting awkwardly on account of those braces, and her perky little barely developed breasts sitting firmly on her chest under that loose shirt, despite being not supported by a bra.
She was fidgeting with her hands and extremely nervous as she approached me, and her awkwardness was visible. She smiled weakly and quickly pulled her gaze away from me. I suddenly felt sorry for making this otherwise cheerful and giggly girl so nervous, and wanted to do something to make her feel at ease. The lobby was by now deserted as most of the other viewers had already gone inside.
Taking her by her hand, I quietly led her to the wall adjacent to the door of the cinema hall, where we were hidden from the view of anyone approaching from the other side, by those large wide doors which were thrown open. Taking both of her hands into mine, I looked her in the eye and said earnestly "Gunjan, I'm sorry if I did something that you didn't like ... I probably should have controlled myself..." trying to sound as genuine as I could. She ran her lips nervously over her braced teeth, and kept looking into my eyes, her protruding lips parted slightly.
Shaking her head, she mumbled something incoherently and dropped her gaze. "What, Gunjan ... I couldn't hear what you said..." I asked gently, continuing to hold her slender bony fingers in my hands. Clearing her throat, she said "Bhaiyyaa ... I ... I just said that ... that ... nobody has touched me ... like that ... so..." continuing to look down, and her words coming out in a broken stammer. I nodded in understanding, and suddenly felt guilt course through me. After all, I had just gone ahead the groped a young unsuspecting girl, who seemed to adore me for some reason, on just our second meeting. Nodding my head, I squeezed her hand and said softly "I'm sorry, Gunjan ... I promise I won't..." before being cut off by her.
"Ohh no, bhaiyyaa ... no..." she blurted out, interrupting me. "I ... I ... like you ... very much..." she managed to mutter, her eyes fluttering, as the color rose to her cheeks. As I looked at her, she threw a nervous glance towards the door of the ladies toilet, before flinging herself towards me, and awkwardly pressing her lips to mine. Though stunned by this totally unexpected display of affection, I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around her slender, almost bony butt, pressing her thin, young body to mine. Pressing my lips to her with ardor, I kissed her tenderly and whispered into her ear "Let's go inside ... before..." letting my eyes convey the rest.
She got the hint, and flashing me a nervous smile, followed me as I walked out from behind the wide open door of the hall. It was just in time, for we saw Amisha emerge from the ladies toilet almost at about the same time. The three of us then walked into the hall, which had already plunged into darkness again, since the movie had resumed. With a bit of difficulty, we managed to get back to our seats; but not before spotting a couple seated a couple of rows behind us, kissing each other passionately, unmindful of being spotted by someone. I saw the shy, knowing glances being exchanged between Amisha and Gunjan, and smiled inwardly to myself.
We resumed our previously occupied places, with Amisha on my left and Gunjan on the right. A few minutes into the movie, I felt Amisha shift in her seat and lean towards my side. On the pretext of stretching my legs, I leaned back in the push-back seat, and in one smooth motion, dbangd my left arm around Amisha's shoulder. She seemed to be almost waiting for me, for as soon as I did that, she responded by snuggling up closer to my side. At the same time, I subtely shifted my right and sought out Gunjan's hand under the cover of darkness. As soon as my searching fingers found her hand in her lap, I felt her close her fingers around mine.
With my right hand resting on her leg, I felt how slender Gunjan's thighs were under her skirt and petticoat. Slowly, I began to caress her thin bony thigh through the skirt, in a soothing up and down motion. My left arm, dbangd around Amisha's shoulder, had also gone to work, and was feeling the firmness of Amisha's proud breasts straining under her shirt. Unlike Gunjan, she only wore a white bra under ther shirt, and my fingers could clearly feel the outline of her bra through her shirt. As my finger tips scbangd against the firm tip of Amisha's breasts under the shirt & bra, I saw her bring her right hand to her lips, and begin to chew on her nails.
Slowly, Amisha brought her fingers which she'd been chewing on, to the neck of her white college uniform skirt, and began to fidget with the collar of her shirt. It took me moment to realize that on the pretext of fidgeting with her collar, she had surreptitiously opened the first button of her shirt under the collar. Needing no further invitation, I smoothly slipped my hand inside the open neck ofher shirt, and felt her magnificent firm 32-B breasts straining under her white cotton bra. Her bra was the cheap cotton type, which hardly provided any support to her breasts.
Yet, her young teenage breasts were so firm that they stood proudly on her chest, filling the cups of her bra nicely. My fingers instinctively closed around the firm flesh of her left breast, squeezing them, and I felt her fingers clutch my thigh instinctively. Beginning a gentle rhythmic squeezing of her tight breasts through her bra, I shifted my attention to Gunjan. Gunjan was sitting stiffly in her seat, both her hands clutching the arm rest of the seat on either side, as my right hand was absent mindedly caressing her thin bony thighs through her skirt. Slowly, I began to pull up her skirt, baring her slender knees.
I glanced at her to see her response, and saw that she was sitting stiffly in her seat, with her eyes glued to the screen, and her hands clutching the arm rest of the chair. Gradually, I pulled her skirt further up, till I could place my right hand freely on her incredibly slender thigh. I was thrilled to feel how hot the skin of her bare legs felt; and as my thumb began to caress the inside of her skinny thighs, I felt an involuntary shiver run through her body.
Her thighs clamped together involuntarily, as my fingers slid further upwards between her thighs. With a swift motion, I slid my palm up between her thighs, till they came to rest on the almost flat V of her panties. As my finger tips pressed against Gunjan's virgin vagina through her panties, a shudder of sorts went through her pelvis, and I saw her hand automatically fly to her mouth.
I held my hand in place touching the almost flat lips of her pussy through her panty, and waited to see if she would make any attempt to push my away. I was pleased to see that, except for an involuntary twitching of her thigh muscles, there seemed to be no resistance from her. I pressed the flat of my palm against her thin vaginal lips through her simple white cotton panties, and I smiled to myself when I felt the crinkly feel of her pubic hair through the thin fabric of her panties. She obvisoulsy didn't hadn't matured enough to start trimming, let alone shave, her pubic hair.
However, what drove me mad with lust was the fact that her panty was damp with the wetness that seemed to have oozed out of her young teenage virgin cunt; thanks to the intense arousal I had subjected this not yet fully developed girl to! In fact, her panty seemed to be not just damp, but fully soaked with her vaginal secretions. I could only imagine how the poor girl must be filling, sitting in a dark movie hall, with an elder guy she'd been introduced to barely a week back, so wet that she'd almost soaked her panties, and the guy feeling up her tender aroused vagina under her skirt.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)