The Promotion - Chapter 19A

 The Promotion 

Chapter - 19 A 

The Movie Hall - Part -1 

Note:  I have split the chronicles of Vandana at the movie theatre into 3 parts. I have immensely enjoyed wiring this bit, I hope it reverberates in you, when you read this. Looking forward to your feedbacks

Sitting in the largely empty theatre, as the trailer blared for some idiotic movie, I looked around the theatre for the first time, properly. It was a very old dilapidated building, with the chair creaking behind me as I leaned back to look upwards at the ceiling. There were other ‘couples’ scattered around at different corners of the theatre and some stags too. But, clearly no one seem to have come to watch the movie, from the looks of it. There must have been about 2 dozen people in there. There were 4 massive age-old screens on each side covering the entrances and the ‘dull-green’ emergency lights indicating their presence were broken in most of them!! The cushions in many seats have come off and the armrest are for namesake, were absent too in many cases. The row of chairs where I sat was no exception. Behind me, there were the last 6 or 7 rows. The theatre was designed well with rising elevation from front to back for better ‘view’ and the beam of light from the projector was over my head on to the left, rather close, as we sat at the far end.

Just then I realised, that the momentary coolness I felt, as I entered the theatre, was quite relative to the hot air outside and there is no functioning A/C as such!! The fact dawned on to me, as I noticed a row of giant fans from ‘bygone era’ were mounted on the side walls and ‘some’ of them were very slowly swivelling! At the moment, I sensed my sweaty blouse sticking to my back, as it was sweltering hot and leaning back on to the leather chair wasn’t helping the situation at all. I sat forward and undid the shoulder pin of my pallu and took it off, and began fanning to cool myself off.

The theatre was literally a large boiling cauldron. Out of the row of malfunctioning giant fans, I spotted one, farther ahead in the middle of the theatre, running at full speed. But scattered under it, were the most of the populace. Of course, seats under the ONLY functioning Fan were popular indeed, even if that means compromising on the privacy! All 8 rows around the fan were occupied! Just then, the curtain under the fan parted and I spotted Murugesan approach through that, with a big smile, carrying the pop corn in one hand and a soft drink with 2 straws on the other hand.

As he sat next to me, I asked him, ‘ Uff it’s boiling hot here. Can we go closer to that fan?’ He nodded a NO with a big smile, ‘OH this place is better!! ’ he said placing the pop corn on my lap and rubbing his thigh against mine, indicating the lack of arm-rest between our chairs.

‘See? isn’t this seat better madam?!’ I laughed at this naughtiness while complaining, ‘Yea, but only, I am boiling here. It’s hotter than outside here’. He nodded, ‘I know, sorry for that madam. In this small village, this is how far the facilities stretch. Here, something to cool you off’ and he offered the cold fizzy drink and I took a greedy sip from the straw and it felt Good actually.

‘Oh madam! This is a secluded corner. Not many people around.’ He whispered as I took a sip and I turned around and he was right, I didn’t see anyone for the next several rows in front and behind, except for the lonely figure sat in the last row, seemingly asleep as he had his legs up on the front seat and directly under the blades of another fan that was functioning in slow-motion.

As he offered me the drink he casually placed his hand on my back, as I asked him, ‘Do you come here regularly? (it was nice, the way his hand rubbed my back gently, but to be honest, it felt sticky and uncomfortable more than pleasurable at the very moment - and seeing me squirm, sensing my unease, he pulled his hand off - this very quality is what made me attracted to him in the first place. His innate ability to pick up my small signals and act on it. He came closer and gently blew into my neck a breeze of cool air for some time and it actually felt so good ! He carried that on for a good long minute, lifting my hair, blowing at the nape of my neck and the front side, right below my jaw, taking care to blow very gently at each spot. He clearly could see me relax and close my eyes and slowly a smile formed on my lips at this gentleness. I was thinking to myself - this guy is full of surprises. I was enjoying my own personal ‘Bio-Fan’ blowing on my right cheek, as he sat to my right. He spoke in a soft voice, planting his hand to my thigh, ‘No Madam. Even I am not from this town, but I’ve heard of the reputation of this place’ and squeezed my thigh, bunching my saree along.

‘What reputation?’ I sat up with a smile and a raised eye brows. Before he replied, I reached out and grabbed a couple of pop corns and placed them next to his lips. Upon cue he opened his mouth and I slowly pushed them in one after another. As he munched, ‘Happy Faced’ I asked him again smiling, ‘What reputation?, I presume not a good one?’ and carried on, ‘and you still thought it’s safe to invite me here?’ He grizzled and looked horrified, ‘Oh no no madam. Not like that. I mean, this theatre, I have heard is notably famous for offering some much needed privacy during the afternoon shows. Only people like ‘us’ come here’ he said in an uncertain voice, trying to fathom my emotions.

What do you mean, ‘us’ ? I was grilling him, ignoring his hand on my thigh that is slipping up now on to my saree pleats, his fingers busying with the naughty business. ‘By ‘us’ I mean, people who try to find out the address to heaven madam’ he said grinning, while he slipped his hand inside my saree pleats up on to my upper thighs, then moving up further in, his fingers discovering my inner thigh and giving it a good squeeze and even as I squirmed in the seat holding his hand quickly, he whispered, ‘If this right here is not the door way to heaven, then I don’t know what is, madam?’ with a grin

I slapped his hand looking away, embarrassed, ‘Take your hand off. WAIT at least until the movie starts!!!!’ pointing to the Trailer of some English movie on the screen, but jerked yet again, almost instantly, as he gave my inner thigh another good squeeze just as I swatted his wrist, making me go red as that unexpected squeeze almost made me jump up from the seat. I almost fell on him protesting, but with a genial smile ‘Hey, stop it now, you naughty rascal’ and pinched his thigh hard and pushed his hand off me. It felt so damn good to scold him like that and seeing that he took it also in the good natured way, felt good too. He smiled at me and gently pulled my ear, ‘Thats for calling me a Rascal’ and laughed. That gentleness, mixed with the unexpected naughtiness felt sweet. I felt I was already warmed up to him nicely, even before anything began. I felt I may not be able to wait patiently for things to happen during the the next 2 hours of the movie - at this rate!! Oh good lord, have mercy!!

Unknown to either of us, all the commotion we were causing was perking up the interest of the creep at the last row and he sat up and watched us with ‘interest’ though he was a full 6 rows away.

‘Do you miss that fan madam?’ I nodded looking at it longingly. He came closer, putting his arm around me and blew gently around my neck again. As I purred in delight, he began rubbing my back over the sticky blouse and whispered, ‘*Don’t worry madam, you will feel better once this blouse comes off’,* I laughed aloud and slapped his thigh, ‘You naughty rascal, no it won’t. Not in this public place you idiot!’ He chuckled, ‘haha, it won’t stay on you for much longer’ and reached close and planted a kiss on my blouse’s sweaty sleeve. As I raised my eye brows, he slipped his other hand again on my thigh but slid it right up over my crotch and grabbing my saree pleats in a big bunch there giving it a gentle tug, ‘Do you not remember what I took off you in the bus?’ as he said he reached closer and expertly flicked his tongue to lick my ear lobe making me instantly moan. I leaned back on to the chair, allowing him to tower over me while his hand that was forming a fist over my saree pleats unfurled and he shoved the hand deeper and grabbed this time, right over my pussy lips as I found helplessly clamping my thighs over his hand, feeling his fingers press and squeeze my groin, his fingers all over the place greedily hunting around to discover the contour of that secretive real-estate! My throaty moan as I got my right ear lobe chewed upon was precisely the response he was looking for as he whispered in my ear in a hiss…

‘Oh I love it how so sensitive you are!! it’s going to be an absolute treat today’ he said licking the thin side of the side with his tongue , expertly! I gasped as he is unlocking the locked and shut vaults of sealed up emotions one after another that I didn’t even know existed within me.

As his fingers started digging in a bit deeper, despite my thighs crushing and squeezing his hand, he expertly worked out where my pussy lips were and gave it a sudden almighty squeeze, making me yelp and jumped all the way UP from the seat in shock. As I stood from the seat, he was in no mood to hold off. With his hand still right on my crotch he made it a double bill and gave it another squeeze. Closing my mouth with my hands, with a muffled shriek, I sat back, but right on his lap. Now. with my arms holding his hand and pushing them away, I turned and whispered, ‘EASY TIGER!!!! There are other people here!’ As I admonished him, he started kissing my upper back over the blouse!

Some people several rows ahead of us actually turned to take a look, at the commotion we caused, but quickly turned away minding their business! By now, his hands were nicely around my side holding me around my waist and I could actually feel his boner poke my butt. The hard pole. I slid down back to my seat even as his big hands greedily squeezed my waist from both sides. Holding his hands, I whispered with a naughty giggle, ‘Seems like your soldier is ready for action?’ . ‘OH that was in attention already since you got down from the bus number 12!!!’ he said happily and pulled my hand with his to place it on his lap, right over his erection. ‘See?’ As I copped a quick feel of it, I was suitably impressed by its GIRTH, though I doubted it was as long as Uncle’s. Instantly felt awful for making such comparisons.

As his naughty hands carried on fondling me, I complained with a good natured grin, ‘you rubbing me all over in this hot place is not at all helping at all’ . He looked at me for a moment then laughed and said ‘You look like a hot chick now madam and by the time we get out of here, you will become a roasted tandoori chicken’ and we both laughed heartily at his silly Joke and right in the middle of the laughter, he gently grabbed my pallu at my shoulder and started pulling it off me. Impulsively holding it back in my hand, stopping him from pulling it off my shoulder, I protested meekly, ‘hey!! come on!’

He whispered, ‘Oh come on madam, stop being so shy no? there is no one here, let it go now!’ and as I heard him say, consumed in shyness, I loosened the grip, letting it go. To my surprise, as he pulled it away from my shoulder, he spread it wide and began Fanning me!! Given the circumstances, it beat the world’s best Air Conditioner! . I stretched back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling to maximise the surface area of my neck and chest as the cool breeze wafted around. He watched me close my eyes and the smile that formed on my lips. Very satisfied, he carried Fanning, diligently. I began to moan softly after sometime, as the cool breeze was doing things to me! Noticing this, Still fanning with my pallu on one hand, he placed his other hand on my neck and gently toyed with the mangalsutra that he spotted.

Coming closer, planting a gentle kiss on one of my eyes, he gently pulled my Mangalsutra, out of my blouse and left it to dangle freely over the blouse. Giving it a gentle tug playfully, his fingers were feeling every inch of it. He took his time, as the back of his fingers brushed and nudged my boobs over the blouse, though his attention fully on my face as he gently pecked at my cheek, first left then right and whispered, ‘You know madam, I don’t even know your name or what you do? But you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!’ and planted a kiss right on to my quivering lips as I felt a rush of volcano within me, as I anticipated this kiss coming, for a while now!.

His suave gentleness was every bit as I had imagined AND MORE. I sizzled from within as the kiss was making me literally melt. There was nothing rushed or hurried about it. The bastard knew EXACTLY how to kiss and if there is an award for best kisser, he would bag the trophy any day! His BIG lips, gently wrapped around my lower lips first. As he began to suck at it very gently - time seem to have come to a stand still and I could hear my own laboured breath. His fingers on my chest, playfully traced the mangalsutra moving along to the tip, that dangled over my right breast.

Sucking my lower lip, gently, very gently biting it, his fingers switched their attention from dangling yellow thread over my right breast, to my breast itself. Right over my areola, he started gently scratching over the blouse with all his finger nails. Sensing my body tense up and my hand that had been loosely holding his hand had tightened the grip now, he swiftly bit and chew at my lip, not hurting but clearly moving up a gear, hitting the timing spot on!! As I shuffled around a bit, responding to his moves, that awfully creaky chair made a lot of noise. Thankfully, the noise was drowned by the much louder audio from the movie that had JUST started now, after the trailers. His fingers could feel my hardening nipple, as he pushed and prodded my blouse and bra to ‘feel me’ and he was clearly delighted!. Carrying on with the kiss, he slipped his monster of a tongue inside my mouth and as it met my tongue, what happened next was a memory worth carrying till my last breath.

Explosions happened within my head as his tongue touched mine, feeling the tip, darting first, pushing tentatively next, then began swishing faster than the blades of those fans above us! It was insanely pleasurable feeling to describe how his tongue was ‘just like that’ all over inside my mouth. Didn’t realise tongue-to-tongue can cause such a drama! He was setting me up on fire! I have never been kissed like that, so sensually. Kissing had thus far been only a necessary evil, a prelim to go through and be done with it for the next things to come.

But not here! The prolonged tingling between my legs by now has been a testament. With his one hand gently resting on my boobs with the fingers scratching right over my taut right nipple and the other around my back, he pulled me closer to him, slowly while gently switching from the tongue back to grabbing my upper lip. Grabbing my upper lip with his lips and as he began sucking diligently, he heard me moan softly now. Sensing that I’d given in to his masterful ministrations, while his lips kept mine busy, his hands gently started worked on the blouse hooks one by one! Though I could feel it all - the hooks becoming free one by one, his fingers slipping down from one to the next, I was so engrossed in the kiss that I all I could manage was to squeeze his hand that is on my chest meekly. He was already on the last one, but as he was working off the last hook, it was putting up some challenge and wouldn’t come off so readily!

This broke the spell and I pushed him off breaking his kiss, ( very reluctantly though) and in daze sat up, pushing his hand away from my chest quickly. He was grinning, and big eyed he reached out and placed his hands on the now-loose blouse and pulled it apart. As I pushed one of his hands away again, he dragged the other hand that was holding the left blouse sleeve down my shoulder midway, baring it, and planted a gentle peck on my bare shoulder right over the bra strap!!

I looked away with a shy smile and pushed him away, ‘Stop it!! you naughty rascal!! ’looking down at my own bare shoulders and exposed bra strap and brought my hand to pull up the blouse. He stopped my hand, pushing it away, rubbing both my bare upper shoulders and bringing his hands over to my bra straps toying with it, and whispered, ‘Don’t be so shy madam, I didn’t get a chance to do this properly on the bus. There is no one here!‘, as he said that, his hands slipped down to the last hook as I looked around nervously, wide eyed, in a mix of fear, shame and excitement, holding his hands lightly with mine, biting my lips.

After a few seconds of struggle the last hook came undone, and the blouse became free. As he released his hands off the dangling blouse, I quickly brought my hands to my chest to cover my bra clad tits, but true to his originality, he ignored my tits completely, wrapped his arm around my neck and playing with my bare left shoulder, he gently pulled the blouse sleeve down to elbow, leaning closer, kissing my cheek, whispered - ‘Do you really really like it madam if I did THIS to you?’ saying he slipped his other hand quite unexpectedly on my soft tummy and gently poked my navel with his index finger! I let out a sharp gasp and even before it ended, he locked his lips on to mine and started biting and sucking my lower lip like crazy, just as he began PROPERLY playing with my navel with his right hand while his left hand was toying at the blouse sleeve around my elbow. That move came out of nowhere!!!!!

Gently tugging at my blouse, at my left elbow while digging his finger deeper and poking my navel at will and thoroughly enjoying my wiggling and jerking everytime he poked and scratched the base of my navel with his finger nail, he looked at me Fascinated. In a mood to make me talk, in that state, while his fingers in my navel, kept my head buzzing, ‘Tell me madam, You like this no? I saw you dancing like this in the bus already, its so sweet’ , and he poked me deeper yet again, making me jerk and shift my bum up from the seat almost, inevitably, bringing my hands to hold his hand doing all the ‘damage’ at my tummy to pull it off. Sat back, huffing and puffing, all flushed, but a radiant smile forming on my face as I sweared at him, ‘you wicked rascal!’ and leaning closer, head butted him with a grin on my face.

He was trying to make advances again, but for the first time, was surprised at my brute strength as I held him by his wrist. ‘Oh you are not only super sexy but also very strong madam’ that made me immediately loosen my grip and I uttered a sincere sorry and rubbed his wrist, ‘does it hurt, I am sorry Panda’ I said, but immediately bit my tongue giggling. He looked confused but quickly poked my fleshy waist JUST above the saree waistline. ‘Panda? care to explain?’ , I carried on giggling and looked away. Seeing both my tits unguarded by my hands, he swiftly squeezed my right boob nicely, making me jump and push his hand away, grinning at him, shyly, feeling awkward for being caught out like that. ‘Tell me no? if not, you will need to face such assaults’ he said laughing, while my mind still replaying how his fingers palmed my breast. It felt nice but more than that, I loved the way he enjoying my shyness, my embarrassments and my shocked reactions. This in itself is turning me on, to another level. ‘Oh .. hehee.. nothing serious murugesan’ I carried on, as his hand came back to hold the left sleeve of my blouse which had come down to my wrist now, ‘when I watched you walk back with the pop corn and the drink, so clumsily, you looked like the Panda from the move Kung fu panda, that’s why I called you that.’ as we both laughed aloud when I said that, ‘Can I call you Panda? It’s sweet and shorter than Murugesan?’ I asked giggling, feeling childishly naughty.

I have never felt this kind of naughty childish glee in oh so many years now, I chose to live the life for that moment, not caring for much else, deciding to enjoy Mr Panda’s company’. But Panda like always had other plans and twists. As he nodded, ‘OK madam, Permission granted, but this involves a cost, you see?’ saying he casually tugged at the blouse at left wrist and before I could react, it covered over my hand and fingers. I managed to form a fist of my left hand grabbing the blouse and turning to him wide eyed which did nothing to hide my shame, ‘What? you rascal, wait… not here… not in the bloody theatre, NO..’ pushing him with my other hand even as he still held his hand over my wrist, stopping me from pulling the blouse back up. I nervously looked around, but NO ONE seem to be concerned by the commotion we were causing, as I turned back, even the lone guy sitting in the last row was looking bored watching the screen ahead, a few rows behind, but otherwise, the people in front of us, mostly couples were busy themselves in what humankind does best when offered privacy!!

‘You see madam? No one’s watching you. give me your blouse and I’ll let you call me Panda!’ he came closer and whispered coming closer, showing all 32 of his pearlies in front of my face. I reached forward and planted a kiss on his nose with a shy grin, ‘Nowaayyy you rascal, I am going to be calling you Panda anyways but you are not going to strip my blouse here in the theatre! no way you bastard’ and my grin turned to giggles ( I totally didn’t expect this kind of romance laced foreplay from him and much to my own surprise it was flooding tonnes of fuel to my already burning fire of lust!!) . As his nose got kissed, Panda pushed his face forward on to me and turned that into a proper kiss and breaking it briefly, breathing right into my parted mouth, ‘Noway? I’ll know just how to strip it off you!!! ’ leaving a dramatic pause, ‘I so love that black blouse, but not on you my beautiful! I so love to feel your bare back in the theatre dear. Do you not want to have the bear paw of this panda feel your bare back! ‘ Those silly rhyming words made me chuckle but I nodded a defiant ‘mm hmmm..’ grinning at him, locking eyes with him very close. Mischief and playfulness was dancing in the lust charged air around us at that moment.

Edging closer, as our noses rubbed, he looked deep into my eyes, with a big smile, whispered, (while his left hand wrapped around me gave a tug at my blouse sleeve which had circled around my left hand wrist), ‘Don’t make me do it, it will involve you dancing a lot in your seat!!’, as his words made sense to me and I began protesting, ‘NOO you Bastard! DON……….’ he arrested the words in the mid sentence by locking my lower lip with both his lips and I felt his tongue wrap and fill my lower lip as his teeth held my lip in place as he began judiciously sucking my lip. He took his time, and just as always, Panda did not rush things, as a rule. After a few moments of that intense kiss, I began consumed by it and my moans were the indications he was after.

Just then, with some song playing in the screen with a loud blare in the backdrop, that serene moment of the kiss was broken by a sudden JOLT of electricity around my mid-section! I felt, out of nowhere. two fingers of his right hand, poke my hip just above the saree waistline and even as I jerked my hip and shook my head looking back at him wide eyed, the poking became more and more relentless. Thanks to lack of armrests, as I pulled my hip and tried to escape his fingers, I was almost halfway on the next seat but his other hand wrapped around me, gently pulled me back, as if an Angler would reel back his prized catch!!

As I got ‘reeled’ back to my seat protesting, the shake of my head, a groan muffled through that god-almighty kiss and my hip jerking at Panda’s will, I sensed that being so sensually kissed and yet so viciously tickled at the same time me was a tad too much for my body to handle. I was breaking into a fresh wave of sweat all over. I was INSANELY turned on and my pussy is streaming a river downstairs!!! Eyes shut to a slit, I reached out my free but flailing right hand to grab and try and stop his assault on my hip and tummy zone and in the process my hand missed its mark and landed on his thigh on his dhoti, grabbing and pulling at it, while still jerking around as the insane tickling and the contrastingly divine kiss carried on!

Unable to hang on to it much longer, as he gave one more tug, not even with any force, feeling quite resigned at that point, I let go of the blouse sleeve from my left hand and, Panda’s left hand bunched it and in a slow deliberate gentle movement he gathered the blouse from my back, while slipping his tongue in, to meet mine. The hand that was poking me moved around to gently play with my navel as I leaned back on the chair and breathed a bit easier, in some time now, as the tickling had stopped but in its place the new charged impulses of pleasure waves filled in as his fingers expertly played with my navel. At some point during this process i felt the right sleeve of my blouse got slowly pulled down my shoulder, down to the elbow and just as I arched my lower back UP, in response to his index finger pushing deep within my navel, he relieved my blouse from me completely and with his right hand still fingering my navel he bunched the blouse with his left hand and slowly receded his tongue that was running riot in my mouth.

As he released me slowly and retreated, I was still breathing fast after that marathon kiss and after several moments when I eventually regained my composure, realised that he was gawking at my semi-naked upper body, clad just in bra. Wide-eyed and shame faced, I slapped his thigh hissing, ‘Stop Staring like that Pandaa!!!!’ and retreating, with my hands across the chest.

Trying to cover was only making me feel MORE exposed, especially the way he looked at me in glee, ‘What have you done Panda. Stop laughing like that you idiot. Where is my blouse you bugger?!!’ that came out as a whispered shriek as I bit my lips and looked down, squirming. My pussy was leaking with my own juices, I’d been superfluously wet for a long time already - but sitting in front of this naughty fellow like this was making me hornier by the microsecond!!!

‘Oh you are right madam. Your blouse is so sweaty and wet, Can I make it wetter?’ he said with a silly grin. I looked at him confused, ‘what do you mean?’ and looked around and spotted something odd at his crotch. Upon second look I was shocked. More shocked than the Hero in the screen from whatever news he heard from the villain and was shouting at the top of his voice!! MY blouse was half stuffed inside his brief and while he was serenely smiling at me, his hand was playing with his erection covering it up with my blouse as his hand and part of my blouse was partially buried inside the elastic waist band and I could see his hand freely moving and lot of wiggling as he sat with his legs wide and his dhoti still tied around his hip, but slipped off at his thigh. The sight of it disgusted AND propelled my lust at the same time!!

‘Cheeeeeeeee! You naughty rascal! Give me that’ saying I launched onto him. Anticipating this move, he quickly pulled out the blouse out before I could get to it, but as he did that, it slipped off his hand and it flew behind as we both watched it land somewhere 3 rows behind on the floor. While, I wasn’t fast enough to lay hands on my blouse, I certainly was accurate enough to land my fingers on his boxers and my fingers were feeling a CAGED TIGER! Both Panda and I looked down at his crotch as we both realised what I am holding on to. From what I could feel with my fingers, the girth of his tool seem so Massively Thick! Indeed, the way it was wiggling and twitching in his boxers to my touch - seem like an Angry caged Tiger, struggling to be set free!!