An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Cinema Hall Meeting

The cinema hall was mostly empty, with just a few people scattered across the rows. Vikram and Arjun approached Riya and Meera, their eyes scanning the women from head to toe, taking in their attire. Both men exchanged glances, pleased at how Riya and Meera looked in their saris, tied low, baring their smooth stomachs, and showing off their curves.

Arjun gestured towards the seats, and they all sat down. Vikram settled beside Meera, while Arjun sat beside Riya. The darkness of the theater and the emptiness around them gave the space an intimate atmosphere.

As soon as they sat down, Vikram leaned towards Meera and whispered, "Remember our deal, sweetheart. That passionate kiss—just like last time."

Sitting beside Riya, Arjun added, "Don’t think you’re getting out of this either. We're expecting the same passion as before, no holding back."

Riya looked at Meera, who gave her a resigned but determined nod. Riya’s heart was pounding, the dread of what they were about to do mixing with the anxiety of being in such a public space.

Without further delay, Vikram shifted closer to Meera. He placed his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him, his rough hand pressing against her exposed midriff. Meera turned her face slightly towards him, and Vikram wasted no time. He tilted her chin upwards and pressed his lips against hers, initiating a deep kiss. His other hand rested on her bare, smooth stomach, his fingers slowly moving in small circles, making her shiver.

On the other side, Arjun pulled Riya closer, his fingers brushing against her back, feeling the bare skin of her back as her blouse was backless. He gently turned her face towards his and leaned in, kissing her lips. His other hand slid to her exposed waist, tracing the lines of her skin as if savoring every inch. Riya's heart raced as she felt his lips move against hers, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment, trying to match the intensity he demanded.

The cinema screen flickered, but neither Vikram nor Arjun was interested in the movie. Their attention was solely focused on Meera and Riya, their kisses growing more demanding, more passionate.

Vikram deepened his kiss, his tongue exploring Meera's mouth as he shifted slightly, his hand moving upwards from her waist towards her breast. Meera let out a soft moan against his lips. Her body betrayed her, responding to Vikram's rough touch and the forbidden nature of the moment.

Arjun wasn't any gentler. He kissed Riya with a hunger that made her knees weak. His fingers now caressed the soft skin of her stomach, sliding upwards and teasing the edge of her blouse. Riya felt her body heat up, each touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Vikram broke the kiss with Meera for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, a smug smile playing on his lips. "See, that's more like it. You need to let yourself go, just like this." He moved his hand up, brushing against the swell of her breast through the fabric, making her gasp softly.

Seeing Riya hesitate, Arjun whispered, "Come on, Riya. Give in to it. We know you want to." His hand slid around her back, pulling her closer as his lips found hers again.

After breaking their kiss, Arjun and Vikram exchanged satisfied glances, seemingly pleased with the progress. But they weren't done yet. Both men leaned back, the arrogance evident in their eyes.

"That was good," Arjun murmured, his gaze locked on Riya. "But we want more."

Vikram added, low and commanding, "Come here, Meera. Sit on my lap. We must ensure this is just as good as the video."

Riya and Meera glanced at each other. They hesitated briefly, their bodies already feeling the impact of what had just happened. But the fear of the blackmail—the video that could ruin them—gave them little choice.

Riya stepped forward first, slowly positioning herself on Arjun's lap. She could feel the heat of his body, the firmness of Arjun's arousal beneath her as she sat down, her sari shifting slightly to expose more of her thighs. Arjun wasted no time; his hands immediately found her waist, pulling her closer.

Meera followed, lowering herself onto Vikram's lap. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her firmly, his fingers digging into the fabric of her sari, feeling the warmth of her skin underneath.

"Now," Vikram said, his eyes dark with desire, "give us that kiss. Just like before, but better."

Riya leaned in, her lips meeting Arjun's as his hands slid up her sides, coming to rest on her breasts. He squeezed them gently through her blouse, his fingers moving in circles, making her gasp softly against his lips. She tried to maintain her composure, to focus on the kiss, but the way his hands touched her made it hard to concentrate. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth, and Riya responded, her own hands finding their way to his shoulders.

On the other side, Vikram pulled Meera even closer, one arm around her waist while the other found her breast, his hand cupping it through her blouse. He kneaded her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her shiver. Meera let out a soft moan, her lips parting for Vikram as he kissed her with more intensity. She could feel his hard penis beneath her, his body pressing against hers, and despite her resistance, her own body started to respond.

Vikram's hand slid down from Meera's breast, moving to her exposed waist, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. "That's it, Meera," he whispered against her lips, "let go... just like that."

Arjun, for his part, moved his hands under Riya's sari. His fingers found the bare skin of her thigh, caressed it, and squeezed it while his other hand remained on her breast, continuing its slow, deliberate movements like he was squeezing a softball. "You're doing well, Riya," he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The satisfaction on Vikram's and Arjun's faces was evident, but their eyes revealed they wanted more. After the intense kissing session, they weren't finished. Vikram looked at Arjun, giving a slight nod as if they had already agreed on what was next.

"That was good but not enough, don't you agree, Arjun?" Vikram said with a smirk, his eyes locked on Meera.

Arjun nodded in agreement, his hand still holding Riya's hips firmly. "Definitely. We need more, ladies—show us what you’ve got."

Arjun's hand moved up Riya’s thigh, brushing the edge of her sari and pulling it up just a little to expose more of her smooth skin to his eyes. He kept his eyes on her, daring her to resist, but Riya knew she had no choice—her body tensed briefly before she relaxed, resigning herself to the situation.

"Stand up, both of you," Vikram commanded, calm but authoritative. Riya and Meera stood, hearts pounding as they instinctively adjusted their saris.

Vikram motioned for Meera to step forward, and she obeyed, stepping closer to him. He pulled her down onto his lap, positioning her legs on either side of his, straddling him with her sari, mainly collected at her hip. He leaned back, his eyes savoring every inch of her as his hands slid up her smooth & silky thighs to her waist.

"Meera, let go. You need to give us everything," Vikram whispered, his hands slipping under her blouse. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, slowly moving upwards until they found her breasts. He tugged her blouse aside, exposing more of her cleavage, teasing the edge of her bra.

Meanwhile, Arjun pulled Riya onto his lap in the same position, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until her chest pressed against his. One hand moved up her back, feeling the bare skin under her blouse, while the other rested on her exposed midriff. He leaned in to kiss her neck, soft but possessive kisses, as his hands explored more boldly.

Vikram's fingers slowly unhooked Meera's blouse, revealing more skin. She gasped, her eyes darting nervously around the cinema hall, fearful of someone seeing them, but it was mostly empty. Vikram smiled, leaning in to whisper, "You look even more beautiful than in that video." His lips claimed hers again.

Arjun, meanwhile, ran his hands up Riya’s exposed thighs, inching ever closer to her inner thigh. He could feel her trembling, her breathing becoming erratic, and he smiled against her skin. His fingers teased the edge of her undergarments while his lips moved to capture hers in another passionate kiss.

Vikram continued with Meera, his hands roaming over her body, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Meera, I know you want this. I can feel it. Just give in, enjoy the moment," he whispered.

Arjun's voice echoed Vikram's sentiment as he spoke to Riya: "You can't deny it, Riya. Your body tells the truth."

Seeing the way Riya and Meera had surrendered, Vikram and Arjun knew they had the leverage to push things further. Their eyes exchanged a knowing look, a silent agreement that it was time to take it up another level.

Vikram moved his hand down from Meera's chest, his fingers finding the knot of her sari at her hip. With a swift tug, he loosened it slightly, the fabric sliding lower, revealing more of her bare midriff. His other hand moved to hold her waist firmly, guiding her movements against him. He spoke with a mix of dominance and seduction, "Ride me, Meera. Make me feel it."

Her face flushed. Meera hesitated momentarily, but Vikram’s grip on her waist tightened, making it clear she had no option. She closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was, trying to block out the shame, and moved her hips against him as he commanded. His rough hands explored her exposed skin, his fingers pressing into her flesh as he guided her to move precisely how he wanted.

Inspired by Vikram, Arjun pulled Riya even closer to him, his hands gripping her hips possessively. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You know, you belong to me when you’re here. Show me how much." He let one hand wander to the strings at the back of her blouse, slowly pulling it down, feeling the tension in her body as he did so.

Once the blouse was loose, his hand moved to her bare back, his fingers grazing her spine, sending shivers through her. He moved his other hand to her thigh, pushing the edge of her sari aside, exposing more of her smooth, toned leg. He could see the conflict in Riya's eyes—fear, shame, and something else. His lips curled into a smirk, enjoying her exposure.

Vikram's hands moved to Meera's thighs, lifting her slightly to adjust her position, pulling her down firmly onto his lap again against his hard penis. The friction of her movements, her closeness—it all drove him crazy. He leaned forward, his lips grazing her neck, kissing her skin as his fingers slipped under her blouse once more, this time moving to her back, unhooking her bra.

Arjun mirrored Vikram's actions with Riya, his hands moving up her body, his lips kissing her neck, and his fingers undoing her blouse completely. He tugged it off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin, and his lips moved down her collarbone to kiss the newly exposed area.

"Don't hold back," Vikram whispered into Meera's ear, his voice low and commanding. His hands roamed freely over her body, touching her in ways that made her shiver, that made her fight against her desires, even as her body betrayed her.

Arjun, feeling Riya's hesitant responses, smiled against her skin. "You feel that, don't you? How much do you need this?" His hand moved to her chest, touching her boldly, his lips finding hers in a demanding kiss.