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

[Salir]

… Continuation Pond Master (IV)

(Meena’s Narration)

But no one would shine that light. 

They were in the back, in the dark, with no one around them, and they would 
be free to go back to their embrace.

And after a few moments of gazing at each other's lips, a mutual sigh was 
shared, and Meena and Jalal's faces came together once again. 

This time was different, though. The passion began to flow carefree. 
Once their lips came together, Jalal's was the first to open, his thick, warm 
tongue emerging from between his teeth.

 Meena felt his tongue slide wetly along her painted lips, prying them open to 
allow access to her teeth.

Jalal's tongue swabbed the white, slick teeth, down to young wife's gums, 
around and inside her right cheek, then up under her upper lip to caress the 
teeth and gums again.

Their saliva began to intermingle and leak from the corner of Meena's mouth. 
Almost as a reflex, Jalal moved his right hand from Meena's hand in his lap up 
to the young woman ‘s left breast. 

As Meena's open hand continued to rub at the covered hard boner, 
Jalal cupped the full globe and massaged, both around the breast and the 
taught, thick nipples through the frilly silk blouse and skimpy lace bra. 

Meena's nipples had long since become rock-hard with passion, and it made 
feeling them through the material so much easier. It even made it an easy target 
for Jalal to rub them lightly to further stimulate them.

In reaction to the sudden fondling of her tit, Meena's mouth opened to sigh. 
However, it was still glued to his mouth! 

The Meena's teeth parted, and Jalal's tongue slid in like a thick serpent, 
searching for his companion's matching tongue.
 There was no going back now. 

Meena sighed into Jalal's mouth and shot her own tongue out to wrestle with the 
Old man ‘s mouth muscle. 

Instinctively, Meena's left hand slid up to the back of Jalal's head, her fingers 
digging into the bald head, bringing the big old man's face even closer to her 
own. 

Her fingers caressed the man's hairless scalp, then moulded to the back of his 
neck, her thumb gently caressing Jalal's strong cheek. 

Jalal responded with increased emotion. 
The level of lust between the two lovers was rising dramatically. 

But they both knew they had to keep their actions as quiet as possible so as not 
to attract attention in this public place. 

It was a good thing the soundtrack of the movie was loud enough to drown out 
their little whimperings, sighs and the heavy breathing now coming from their 
noses as his strong lips sealed to her feminine lips.

The old man Jalal broke the mouth-kiss suddenly and began kissing the hollow 
of the Meena‘s neck, brushing the hair away with his face. 

He licked, nipped at the soft skin, feeling the goose bumps rise on the surface. 
Her move was having the desired effect on her. 

Jalal breathed in Meena's perfume, now combined with a slight odor of sweat. 
He moved his mouth up to Meena's ear and breathed hotly into it, nipping 
lightly on the woman's earlobe. 

Meena had to suppress the urge to groan, she was particularly stimulated by 
these love-bites and the hot, moist breath from him. 
Then Jalal whispered the words into Meena's warm ear...
"I want you, Meena...I've wanted you since I first saw you…you're so hot...I've 
wanted to kiss you all time...always wanted to touch you...you are so sexy...
and I want to be your man, baby...and I know you want me, baby...oh, 
baby...mmmmmmmm."

With that, Jalal took one final lick at Meena's ear and withdrew her face, looking 
into her moist eyes. 

Meena gazed deeply into Jalal's. 
She knew it was mutual but wrong, knew it was the beginning of a passionate 
affair they must have. 

And it all was starting now in the back of a movie theatre.

Jalal moved her hand to cup Meena's chin, caress her lower lip with his thumb, 
shifting his eyes to Meena’s perfect and feminine lips and mouth. 

He slowly drew Meena's face closer, their lips almost touching, mouths slightly 
contorted in a quivering sneer of passion. 

Almost touching. So close. They could smell of each other's breath, coming in 
rasps of passion, sharing the intimate warmth washing over their faces. 

Meena‘s lips parted slightly, sensing the electricity of the his mouth near hers. 

Finally, as Jalal continued to draw her face near, his tongue contacted those 
sweet lips again. 

There was a feeling of passionate, intimate romance between them
making out in the dark theatre.

As they kissed, Jalal ran her hand from Meena’s face to the back of her head, 
then caressingly along her arm, down to her lap and finally on her thigh. 
Reflexively, Meena's thighs parted. 

Their lips continued to undulate against one another, cheeks bulging with the 
slick tongue-play inside. 

But there was something more that Jalal wanted to taste. 

He slid her hand under the skirt, running it splayed along Meena‘s thighs. 

Jalal could feel the cunt heat that had trickled between her legs. 
He scratched the inside of Meena's thigh with his fingernails.

Finally, his hand reached the apex of the young wife’s legs close to her panties 
covered smoothly shaved cunt. 

As they continued their lip-lock, and Meena further was stimulated, Jalal ran 
her fingers along the front of her panties. 

It was drenched with cunt fluid, the material almost drawn in between the labia.
 All of the sex-play between them had caused her cunt to become engorged, 
and wet. 

Jalal could now feel the intimate results of their mutual manipulations.

He curled her fingers behind the slick material, wanted to move it aside and slide 
fingers into the entrance of the swollen cunt-folds.

This was too much for Meena, even in that state. 
Even so extreme excited and under alcohol effect. 

She reacted quickly and held Jalal's active hand tightly with her right hand and 
whispered in his ear, "No... no... not yet... please not Jalal, it's too much, we 
can't go that far..."

Jalal kissed her lips briefly and said," Okay Meena, as you wish..." , then he pulled his 
hand back and grabbed Meena's right hand and placed it back on his covered cock 
again and then went back and tried his activity over her panties one time more.

Meena immediately started caressing his hard rod again and whispered, "Thank you 
Jalal, later, may be...".

As Jalal's hand landed on her pussy again, he could clearly feel the moisture on 
her panties. 

When he started to stroke her again and especially to work on her 
clit, this abrupt stimulation caused Meena’s cunt muscles spasmodically
contracted. 

She moaned directly into Jalal's mouth and her own hands jerked suddenly. 
This was too much in public! 

She was rapidly approaching orgasm asthe old Jalal Noori was playing with her
in the back of the movie theatre. 

She was afraid she'd lose control and cry out when she came! 

While her mind was rapidly becoming enveloped with sheer pleasure, a small 
window of caution opened. 

To be continued...