After having fun with my husband's friend Ashok at my home in my husband's absence he kept asking me to go to a movie with him and I finally agreed, my heart raced with anticipation as Ashok led me into the dimly lit theatre. The musty scent of popcorn mixed with the faint aroma of his cologne, sent shivers down my spine. As we settled into our seats, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, drawing me closer to him. The lights flickered and faded, casting an intimate glow over us. Ashok's hand found its way to my thigh, his fingers tracing small circles against my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.


The darkness enveloped us completely, leaving only our bodies illuminated by the soft light of the projector. His touch grew bolder as he moved higher on my leg, causing me to gasp quietly. My chest rose and fell rapidly beneath my blouse as I struggled to suppress the moans threatening to escape from between my lips.


 His hand slid further up until it rested just below my waistband. My heart pounded loudly in my ears when he slowly began undoing my pants button, revealing more skin with each passing second. I held back a whimper when I felt his warm palm slide underneath my panties, making contact with my throbbing centre. 

A soft sigh escaped past my parted lips as he explored every curve and fold of my sensitive flesh. His fingers danced around my clit teasingly before plunging inside me, stretching me open and filling me up completely.


A low groan vibrated through Ashok’s chest as he felt how wet I was for him. His movements became more urgent, pumping in and out of me rhythmically while two fingers worked magic on my swollen clit. 

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I writhed under Ashok's touch, succumbing to the waves of pleasure washing over me. My walls clenched tightly around his fingers  Every stroke sent sparks shooting up my spine, making me arch my back against my seat.  Ashok leaned closer, whispering dirty things into my ear as he continued pleasuring me mercilessly. Each word sent jolts of electricity coursing through my veins, driving me wilder than ever before.  His thumb pressed firmly against my clit while his other hand slipped behind me, palming one of my breasts roughly through the fabric of my bra.


Just as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy, Ashok suddenly pulled away, leaving me aching and empty. I whined in protest, my hips bucking futilely against nothingness. He chuckled darkly, his hot breath fanning over my ear as he whispered, 'Not yet, my love. We're just getting started  With a wicked grin, he resumed his sensual assault, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp pinches that left me gasping and squirming in equal measure.


Ashok's attention shifted entirely onto my chest, his hands roaming freely over my curves. He kneaded my breasts through the fabric of my blouse, squeezing and massaging them until I could barely contain myself. His thumbs brushed lightly against my hardened nipples, circling them in slow deliberate strokes designed to drive me insane. A bead of sweat trickled down my spine as I squirmed helplessly against him, desperate for some kind of relief.


It was then that I realized how much I craved his touch. The way his fingers traced circles around my nipples made me shudder with delight. His palms cupped my breasts gently as if weighing them in his hands. I arched my back, pressing myself harder against him, wanting more of that intoxicating sensation.  His mouth replaced his hands, sucking on one nipple while nibbling playfully at the other.


The pleasure was overwhelming, and I found myself lost in the sensations. My hands tangled themselves in his hair, holding him close to my breasts. Each pull of his lips sent shockwaves straight to my core, making me ache for something more. I squirmed beneath him, seeking friction anywhere I could find it - desperately trying to alleviate the unbearable tension coiling within me.


As if sensing my need, Ashok's hand slid down my stomach, fingers dipping below the waistband of my panty. A gasp escaped my lips when he grazed my soaked panties, sending electric shocks through my body. His fingers under my panty reveal my dripping slit. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he explored my folds, tracing the sensitive flesh with the tip of his finger.

 

His touch was both tender and demanding, exploring every inch of my slick folds. The pad of his finger circled my swollen clit, applying pressure that had me writhing beneath him. Just as I teetered on the precipice of climax, Ashok abruptly stopped his action, leaving me aching and unfulfilled. I let out a frustrated whimper, my hips twitching involuntarily in search of the stimulation I craved. But then, Ashok's large hand closed around mine, guiding it to rest against the bulge straining against his pants. The hard length of him pressed insistently against my palm, throbbing with a rhythm that mirrored my racing heartbeat. 


I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing member, marvelling at its size and warmth. The velvety skin felt smooth under my touch, yet there was an undeniable hardness that promised satisfaction. My grip tightened slightly as I began stroking him slowly – up and down in long leisurely movements designed to draw out his pleasure. My heart pounded wildly as I gazed upon Ashok's impressive manhood, mere inches from my face. The risk of discovery only heightened my senses, making everything feel more intense.

With a deep breath, I leaned forward, my lips parting to encompass the tip of his shaft. His musky scent filled my nostrils, igniting a primal hunger within me. As I took him deeper, I savoured the velvety texture of his flesh against my tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum mingled with the sweetness of our forbidden tryst, sending tingles through my body.

Ashok groaned, his fingers tightening their grip as I bobbed my head, taking him further with each pass. The vibrations of my moans harmonized with the wet sounds of my oral attentions, creating a symphony of desire.


I looked up, my eyes locking with Ashok's as I continued to suckle his thick cock. The dim lighting of the theatre made it impossible to discern anyone's approach, yet the thrill of potential discovery only amplified the ecstasy coursing through me. With each stroke of my tongue, I felt Ashok's control slipping, his hips bucking instinctively to meet my mouth. The risk of exposure only fueled his passion, and I revelled in the power I held over him in this secret, stolen moment.


The steady rhythm of my mouth driving Ashok closer to climax was intoxicating. Each bob of my head brought forth low growls of pleasure from him, his hand firmly guiding my movements. Despite the danger, I found myself lost in the sensation - the warm, pulsing cock filling my mouth, the sweet taste of precum, the tantalizing threat of being caught.

I increased my pace, swallowing Ashok whole as I bobbed my head furiously. My hands reached up to cup his balls, feeling them tighten in anticipation of his impending release. Suddenly, a flicker of light from the corner of the theatre makes me freeze. I dare not look, but the possibility of being discovered sends a fresh wave of adrenaline surging through my veins.


Feeling the first throbs of his approaching orgasm, I doubled my efforts. With each frantic movement of my head, I could hear Ashok's ragged breathing grow louder and faster.  His grip tightened painfully in my hair, signalling that he was close. Then, with a guttural groan, hot spurts of cum flooded my mouth.  I swallowed greedily, savouring the rich flavour and warmth of his seed as it coated my tongue.


As Ashok's climax subsided, I slowly released his softening member from my mouth, licking away any remaining traces of his essence. A satisfied smirk played on my lips, knowing I had pleased him thoroughly in our clandestine meeting. His hand gently caressed my cheek, thumb brushing over my lower lip where his cock had just been. I bit his thumb lightly, a playful growl escaping my throat. My fingers traced the outline of his muscular form under his clothes, promising more to come later. sealing our pact with a passionate kiss.