Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Salir]

…Continuation Pond Master 16


(Meena’s Narration)

Jalal came back from his world of thought, there was something going on
Then three rows down from them and off to the right he noticed another couple
who were enthusiastically kissing one another.
 
He thought at first, they were just a teenage couple necking, but closer scrutiny
indicated they were about the same age as Meena and the kissing they
were engaged in was pretty passionate.
 
She had medium-long hair and what he could make out in the
light, a pretty face.
The way they embraced it was difficult to see more of her.
 
He thought about leaning over and pointing them out to Meena and making a
comment something like, "Those two look like they have something better than
Al Pacino on their minds," but decided not to, fearing she would not like his
comment.

So, he gazed at them some more in silence, jealous of how passionate they were
and how their kissing went on and on.
 
Little did he know, but Meena had spotted them, too.
She, too, stared at them kissing passionately. 
She quickly looked away toward the screen, not wanting to watch them.

But something, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, pulled her eyes back to
watching them again.
 
The couple seemed oblivious to the rest of the audience around them,
they certainly weren't being discreet in their actions.
But Meena began to feel something strange.
 
She was sure that woman hadn't once glanced in her direction, yet she had the
impression she was fully aware that Meena was there, watching her, just as she
wanted her to.
 
Meena began to sense the woman was communicating with her through her
Actions, she felt herself being drawn in by this woman and what she was doing
with her lover.
 
What Meena saw next further astounded her. 

The man was not only kissing her,now his hands were on her breasts as well.
He was leaning over kissing her almost wildly on the lips and fondling her tits
through her blouse.
 
It was a brazen thing to be doing in such a public place, Meena thought.

She noticed that some of the emergency lighting along the side wall of the
auditorium was almost shining directly on them, on those particular seats as if
spotlighting them, and if they had only moved three or four seats farther into the
row they would have been in virtual darkness.
 
 Still, they stayed where they were, almost inviting curious eyes.

Jalal, who had been fixated on the couple almost the whole time, was
aware that an extra element had been added to their sensuous kissing, too.
 
His attention was riveted on the other man's hands as he caressed his woman’s tits,
sometimes his fingers dipping inside her blouse.
 
Lucky guy, he thought.
He could feel his cock stirring a bit as he became more aroused studying them,
wishing he could trade places.
 
Despite his black mood, his wish to point this couple out to Meena was
becoming overwhelming.

Assuming a wryly humorous tone, Jalal finally whispered to her as blandly as he
could, "Do you see those two love birds over there? They don't seem the least
bit interested in Al Pacino’s best movie playing before them."
 
It was a silly comment, but it emphasized the movie and not that he might be
trying to come on to her, or make her think passionate thoughts, which he
thought would just annoy her and push her away further, if that were possible.

It was a simple statement, nothing more.
 
She was already looking, of course.

She had heard what he said, but she didn’t register his words really.
Without knowing it, the passionate thoughts that he preferred not to conjure up
in her were about to sweep her away.
 
At that very moment, the woman, who had been sitting somewhat slumped in
her seat, sat up and unbuttoned her blouse.

It turned out that she was not wearing a bra.
The man cupped her tits with his hands and kissed them.
 
Meena's pussy immediately felt a tug and she felt herself getting wet.

It was a feeling she had been ignoring for two days, perhaps that was why it was
so overwhelming and delicious now.
 
The desire to touch herself became very strong, although she resisted it.

As Meena stared at the lovers, the woman moved in her seat and slipped her
blouse more open. Her tits were right in his face now and he wasted no time
suckling them, biting the nipples, and rubbing his face all over them.
 
Meena was mesmerized by the look on the woman’s face and wished she was
sitting one row back in the seat directly behind her so she could look at her
face, every beautiful line and contour in it, the pure joy and passion that
radiated from it.
 
The lovers seemed unaware or uncaring that others were nearby and might
discover them.
 
Their daringness further incited Meena. In an odd sense, she felt challenged by
this couple, especially the woman.
She couldn't help but feel totally captivated by her.
 
The heat from her own loins began radiating out from her as she became very
aroused watching them.
At this moment Jalal turned to her, "are you enjoying the show?" she asked calmly.
"Yes, it is a good movie," Meena replied at one.
 
"No, the show,“, he said pointing at the couple who were busy.
" I'm sure they are enjoying the movie much more than us", he added laughing
quietly.
 
Meena looked at them and said calmly, "That's a good show as well, ", she giggle
quietly as well "I'm sure they do,"
 
"And I'm sure others are having fun too" , he pointed to some other men and
women watching the loving couple.
 
Meena could feel herself moisten more as she watched.

To be continued...