I was sitting in a cinema hall at Cannought Place wearing a south silk saree in spite my bra and blouse were nicely packed behind third commode, inside the toilet of this multiplex. A matured schoolboy in nearby seat was busy playing wit h my hard nipples and either of us was interested in watching the movie that was going on. I was sitting in the blackest row with my legs tightly crossed trying to hold back my orgasm as was instructed and luckily it was Wednesday, which is considered as off peak day for movies, so only 2 more couples were present inside hall at far corners leaving us. My silk panties that I was wearing inside were all wet with my own juices as a result of continuous stimulation of my nipples from last one hour.
It all started this morning when I received a sms from from that same unknown number asking me to wear silk saree with silk panty and buy two tickets of 'the hobbit' movie at this multiplex for 3pm. It was almost after four months he contacted me again, but who, I still don't know, lol. I looked down at watch it was 11:30, Rajiv and kids had already left, I was about to go with my daily chores. At first I wanted to ignore it but my memories of last three incidents took over and I started getting excited again.
By 12:30 I left my house dressed nicely in purple silk saree and blouse while I make sure to put yellow silk bra and panty inside, lol. Delhi traffic took me almost two hours to reach the destination and by 2:50 I was standing with two tickets in my hand. I was happy that at last I am able to meet the person who enjoyed me for last three time but all my happiness blown away with the beep of my phone which reads "leave your bra and blouse outside the theater and let the boy with school uniform play with your breast". WHAT??!!, at first I got shocked but soon after, wetness between my legs took over and by the time I was greeted by a eighteen something boy, I was mixed with emotions.
"Is he the same" ?, "Is he my master" ?, I was lost with my thoughts when suddenly boy spoke out, "Hello aunty, are you waiting for a boy in school uniform to show him the movie ?", he looks questionably. At first I did not realized then suddenly I heard myself murmuring "Yes" softly, placing both tickets in his matured hands. Taking the tickets from my hands forcefully he instructed, "Come with me aunty" and I found myself following him in no time.
While we were walking towards entrance gate, he spoke out again, "I cant believe, its true, I never though anyone would respond to my posting on RISS.com for a mature woman. But here you are." "Which posting", I asked softly, still lost in my own thoughts. "Posting for need of a mature aunty to have sex with. Which I posted on xossip.com and you replied me", the boy answered awkwardly. I was a bit surprised and decided not to talk much".
By the time we reached at entrance, there was no Que and we easily got through the lobby and inside theater and after some commercials, lights were turned off and movie got started. I told the boy to wait a min and left for the ladies room. Once inside, I quickly took off my blouse and bra, folded it nicely and placed it behind the commode so that anyone entering could not find it out. I adjusted my pallu watching my nipples grow hard in the mirror, so that no one, at a single glance stare could find my secret that I am topless. I left ladies room to be seated next to that boy again. Once getting me back, boy took no time to make advances and within minutes he reached his trophy.
He put his hand inside my pallu and pumped my boobs some time while with another he screwed my nipples. I was quietly watching the movie making no noise but my nipples were growing harder in attention. My juices had drenched my panties soaking wet and within 2-3 minutes I started rubbing my legs together to ease the building tension. I brought my hand down to rub my pussy over my saree at least, to ease some more tension but just then, boy took my hand and place it on his hard on. He already had it out from his pant. I looked at his sweet and innocent face for a while and then decided to give boy him a good time and started jacking him off. Within a minute he came filling all my hand with his cum. He quickly got up putting his dick back in pants and withdrew his wallet, took out a 100 rs note and threw over me and quickly got out of the theater leaving me alone.
At first I was surprised but when he did not returned after ten minutes or something, I thought he completely left me alone. I had no other option but to lick his semen clean from my hand. I was still sitting topless in the hall and movie was going on. My nipples got in their hardest stage with both cold and excitement. I started rubbing myself over saree but it was not enough to get me a release.
I looked here and there, it was completelly dark in the hall. No one was sitting nearby me and this made me a bit bolder. Bolder to try out something more. Bolder to get myself a release. And this provided my mind some idea, wasting no time my hands searched inside my purse and took out my curvy fountain pen. Thick, shiny, smooth and expensive. Holding pen in one hand I lifted my saree with other, inch by inch, loking here and there, I was a bit afraid. But, my urge to get an orgasm took over and I continued to lift my saree up till it reached my smooth thighs. Flashing my thighs in dark, I opened my legs wider trying to give easier access of my pussy. Still, my soaking wet panties were a bit of hurdle but my fingers took no time to push it aside and with other hand I pushed my sexy fountain pen into my dripping wet vagina.
A slight moan erupted my throat as I dig deeper. Trying to be cautious as I do not want anyone to find me in this situation. I moved the pen a bit slowly inside but the more it digs the more I get excited. To me pen is a very small alternative to a hard thick pennis and as usual it didnot reached the length inside my vagina but it was enough to touch my g-spot. Also, the pen was much thinner in comparison to a normal dick but, to my misfortune, it was the only best option I had at this time of urgency.
My juices had already made it easier for my pen to stroke smoothly inside my cunt and with each stroke tension inside me kept on increasing. I didnot ever find out that when did my other hand travelled to my rock hard nipples and begin screwing. within minutes I started stroking faster and deeper, making it even for a engine piston to shy off in shame. Whereas, my eyes were still wide open, tring to catch any attention as possible. My breath started getting havier, I was ready to burp out orgasm anytime now. Due to heavy breathing my boobs were rising and falling as I dig deeper into the seat, trying to hide myself while I orgasm. But, only god knew how successful I was, lol. My orgasm was building up strong, I hardly care if I will make a mess in the theatere but all I wanted at this time was a release of squirting orgasm.
I closed my eyes and prepared myself for a release and just then and only then I heard the interval bells into in my ears. Quickly, I opened my eyes wide as I threw my saree down my legs leaving my pen digged deep inside my vagina. Big bold "INTERVAL" was flashing on the screen. Within no time lights illuminated all inside theater giving me hardly a margin to adjust my pallu over my naked boobs. I sit back straight up looking here and there trying to find out any suspicious eyes watching me as I bite my lips in both frustration and anticipation of orgasm denial.
It all started this morning when I received a sms from from that same unknown number asking me to wear silk saree with silk panty and buy two tickets of 'the hobbit' movie at this multiplex for 3pm. It was almost after four months he contacted me again, but who, I still don't know, lol. I looked down at watch it was 11:30, Rajiv and kids had already left, I was about to go with my daily chores. At first I wanted to ignore it but my memories of last three incidents took over and I started getting excited again.
By 12:30 I left my house dressed nicely in purple silk saree and blouse while I make sure to put yellow silk bra and panty inside, lol. Delhi traffic took me almost two hours to reach the destination and by 2:50 I was standing with two tickets in my hand. I was happy that at last I am able to meet the person who enjoyed me for last three time but all my happiness blown away with the beep of my phone which reads "leave your bra and blouse outside the theater and let the boy with school uniform play with your breast". WHAT??!!, at first I got shocked but soon after, wetness between my legs took over and by the time I was greeted by a eighteen something boy, I was mixed with emotions.
"Is he the same" ?, "Is he my master" ?, I was lost with my thoughts when suddenly boy spoke out, "Hello aunty, are you waiting for a boy in school uniform to show him the movie ?", he looks questionably. At first I did not realized then suddenly I heard myself murmuring "Yes" softly, placing both tickets in his matured hands. Taking the tickets from my hands forcefully he instructed, "Come with me aunty" and I found myself following him in no time.
While we were walking towards entrance gate, he spoke out again, "I cant believe, its true, I never though anyone would respond to my posting on RISS.com for a mature woman. But here you are." "Which posting", I asked softly, still lost in my own thoughts. "Posting for need of a mature aunty to have sex with. Which I posted on xossip.com and you replied me", the boy answered awkwardly. I was a bit surprised and decided not to talk much".
By the time we reached at entrance, there was no Que and we easily got through the lobby and inside theater and after some commercials, lights were turned off and movie got started. I told the boy to wait a min and left for the ladies room. Once inside, I quickly took off my blouse and bra, folded it nicely and placed it behind the commode so that anyone entering could not find it out. I adjusted my pallu watching my nipples grow hard in the mirror, so that no one, at a single glance stare could find my secret that I am topless. I left ladies room to be seated next to that boy again. Once getting me back, boy took no time to make advances and within minutes he reached his trophy.
He put his hand inside my pallu and pumped my boobs some time while with another he screwed my nipples. I was quietly watching the movie making no noise but my nipples were growing harder in attention. My juices had drenched my panties soaking wet and within 2-3 minutes I started rubbing my legs together to ease the building tension. I brought my hand down to rub my pussy over my saree at least, to ease some more tension but just then, boy took my hand and place it on his hard on. He already had it out from his pant. I looked at his sweet and innocent face for a while and then decided to give boy him a good time and started jacking him off. Within a minute he came filling all my hand with his cum. He quickly got up putting his dick back in pants and withdrew his wallet, took out a 100 rs note and threw over me and quickly got out of the theater leaving me alone.
At first I was surprised but when he did not returned after ten minutes or something, I thought he completely left me alone. I had no other option but to lick his semen clean from my hand. I was still sitting topless in the hall and movie was going on. My nipples got in their hardest stage with both cold and excitement. I started rubbing myself over saree but it was not enough to get me a release.
I looked here and there, it was completelly dark in the hall. No one was sitting nearby me and this made me a bit bolder. Bolder to try out something more. Bolder to get myself a release. And this provided my mind some idea, wasting no time my hands searched inside my purse and took out my curvy fountain pen. Thick, shiny, smooth and expensive. Holding pen in one hand I lifted my saree with other, inch by inch, loking here and there, I was a bit afraid. But, my urge to get an orgasm took over and I continued to lift my saree up till it reached my smooth thighs. Flashing my thighs in dark, I opened my legs wider trying to give easier access of my pussy. Still, my soaking wet panties were a bit of hurdle but my fingers took no time to push it aside and with other hand I pushed my sexy fountain pen into my dripping wet vagina.
A slight moan erupted my throat as I dig deeper. Trying to be cautious as I do not want anyone to find me in this situation. I moved the pen a bit slowly inside but the more it digs the more I get excited. To me pen is a very small alternative to a hard thick pennis and as usual it didnot reached the length inside my vagina but it was enough to touch my g-spot. Also, the pen was much thinner in comparison to a normal dick but, to my misfortune, it was the only best option I had at this time of urgency.
My juices had already made it easier for my pen to stroke smoothly inside my cunt and with each stroke tension inside me kept on increasing. I didnot ever find out that when did my other hand travelled to my rock hard nipples and begin screwing. within minutes I started stroking faster and deeper, making it even for a engine piston to shy off in shame. Whereas, my eyes were still wide open, tring to catch any attention as possible. My breath started getting havier, I was ready to burp out orgasm anytime now. Due to heavy breathing my boobs were rising and falling as I dig deeper into the seat, trying to hide myself while I orgasm. But, only god knew how successful I was, lol. My orgasm was building up strong, I hardly care if I will make a mess in the theatere but all I wanted at this time was a release of squirting orgasm.
I closed my eyes and prepared myself for a release and just then and only then I heard the interval bells into in my ears. Quickly, I opened my eyes wide as I threw my saree down my legs leaving my pen digged deep inside my vagina. Big bold "INTERVAL" was flashing on the screen. Within no time lights illuminated all inside theater giving me hardly a margin to adjust my pallu over my naked boobs. I sit back straight up looking here and there trying to find out any suspicious eyes watching me as I bite my lips in both frustration and anticipation of orgasm denial.