The Promotion
Chapter 18
The evening flew by as I had gotten quite busy at the kitchen sharing my work updates and some other stories to my in-law while cooking with her and generally helping her out. Time flew really and the open kitchen windows now painted pitch black darkness outside and the lights were attracting the insects from the garden, as usual, with a buzzing sound filling the room and the common house geckos (or lizards) began hunting them active at the ceiling and the walls. The same drama of life unfolded like every other day in the household, as the dinner cooking just completed.
It was past 8PM and my in-law and I retired to the living room and she flipped on the channel that she tunes in usually and focused on some serial she watches regularly. As the program finished in 30 mins, I found this to be a good opportunity, slowly broke the news to my in-law that I am planning to leave the following night and have booked the ticket. She sat up shocked and I coaxed and convinced her patiently that I have to start my work early and my vacation has been cut short - leaving out the granular details. She was again sad that I had to leave so soon after arriving and expressed her unfulfilled wish yet to see a small grandchild of hers running around in the house and I convinced her as usual, ‘All in good time Amma’ and a few minutes after, we heard the sound of the approaching motor bike and as the engine died in front of the house, my in-law stood up and walked to the dining table.
Ravi steppe in soon. Instantly my in-law shouted at him for not coming home early when the wife is around in town, completely unimpressed by her son, as he washed his hands and joined her at the table. I served food for all 3 of us and we spoke in relative silence when in-law broke the news of my leaving tomorrow to him and he looked up at me surprised. As he ate, ‘That was sudden! you didn’t think you should tell me?’ I felt annoyed and in a cold voice, ‘what would you have done? shut the shop and taken me out to a movie?’ I asked openly taunting him in the presence of his mother, completely unimpressed by the flash of impotent rage dance in his face as he stared at me.
Looking at my in-law, ‘I don’t even know why I am coming here these days Amma. Ask him to come to the city from the next time. That way, he can get proper vacation’ just fuelled the idea into her head as she nodded readily and shouted at him, ‘I Keep telling you Ravi, have another helping hand at the shop so you can take time off and take care of the family. What she asks is a nominal request’ she shouted at her son. The rest of the meal session carried on devoid of any conversations as all three of us were upset and annoyed at something or another. The insects buzzing, crickets buzzing and occasional leaps from the geckos on the wall enjoying their dinners, replaced completely our noisy chatter earlier. Ten more minutes and the clanking sound of the washing of the plates carried on in silence and with nothing spoken between us and as my in-law retied to her room, I followed Ravi upstairs to our bedroom.
As I entered the room, Ravi was already taking off his shirt and in a tired voice, ‘I thought you were going to stay the whole week? I was going to ask Raju to take care of the shop and take you out somewhere the whole of Thursday’ he said as he sat bare chested in the bed and slowly lay down. ‘Why the sudden change?’, Feeling suddenly sorry for him, I rushed to sit next to him and resting my head on his chest, I spoke, scanning his hairy nipple up close, absently scratching it with my fingernail, ‘Oh my vacation has been cut short Ravi. Madhavan Uncle called earlier today, you know - My father’s friend?’ and starting from there, I shared the story of my promotion to him again with fuller context now, carefully filtering the sections of the story that he shouldn’t be hearing anyways.
He was nodding and asking with a mix of jealousy and concern, ‘Is it safe Vandana? I don’t know really what to think of it, you are saying all hi-fi things that I do not understand, Sniper training this and that’ he shook his head, his simple head sounded very worried. I reached out and gently pinched his nipple and planted a kiss there, ‘Don’t worry Ravi, you take care of the problems in your world and I will take care of mine. Don’t let people like that mill owner come between us. ‘ He immediately said, ‘Oh yea, sorry about that. I shouldn’t have shouted at you in the afternoon Vandana’ and began running his hands through my hair, his fingernails scratching deep into my scalp, as i purred happily and shut my eyes and enjoyed the sensation with a blissful smile, murmuring ‘SSSShhhh... All good Ravi! No sorries needed’.
In a few moments while his hands still playing with my hair, Ravi groaned as I scratched and tickled his right nipple and moving my face to his left and flicked my tongue around it, he got jumpy and giggled. While clutching my loosened hair, he almost squeaked in a high pitched shrill, ‘Aaaaw... this is good, I keep forgetting how ... adventurous you are... AAAAwww..’ Giving in to the moment, and as his giggle faded he added in a low voice, ‘Stay here Vandana, few more days!I ‘ that made me contemplate if I should be cancelling the booking I made for tomorrow as I still have time until Friday Morning to join duty - a full 3 nights I could afford to stay back.
‘Yea? would you like it if I stayed back my hero?’ and seeing him nod with a gleeful smile as I pinched his tummy playfully and grinning ear to ear, slipped my hands down, sitting up, quickly undid his Dhoti knot around his hip and as it loosened and lay on either of his sides his blue jocks came in view, with the lights still fully on in the room. ‘Would you like it if I stayed behind a day more?’ I asked him with a grin and as he nodded I grabbed his jocks waist band and slowly pulled it down to his thighs letting my fingers rub and press nicely against his small but very energised soldier and his ammunition room (aka ball sac) and loved his reactions as he felt ‘Free’. ‘If it means so much to you, and if you take off tomorrow’ I added, as I was taking off his jocks out of his legs slowly, seeing him gulp - I could see, a part of him wanted to stay with me but the other half was pulling him towards his commitments.
As Ravi lay there on the bed, naked in full glory with his tiny soldier stiffened up already - (which actually looked silly on him when I my thoughts recalled the moment I briefly grabbed at Uncle’s twitching monster with my hands pinned behind me, as minister was enjoying the world’s tastiest peanuts dunked in whiskey off of my navel!!!) Seeing that wiggle around like a fat earthworm I giggled and reached forward and planted a kiss at the base of the shaft where it met the balls and pulling back, rubbing my hand on his bare thighs, held Ravi’s tool on my other hand and began stroking it gently.
‘Tell me Ravi? Are you taking leave tomorrow? Shall we go to the Hill station nearby? it’s only an hour’s ride in your bike. Find someone to take care of the shop’ I spoke gently as I carried on stroking his tool. Swallowing hard and groaning aloud now, shaking his hips his head titled up, hands holding the pillow tightly he was shaking his head, rather uncontrollably as he felt my hand play with his member and the other hand on his thigh travel up and gently grab his balls giving it a light squeeze and I watched fascinated seeing his lips quiver JUST as I did that. Stopping briefly, then a few seconds later I gave it another squeeze and had the same reaction but more intense and he pushed his chest out in response. Laughing aloud I reached out and quickly pinched his nipple as he did that and in a playful mischief filled whisper I asked him, ‘Come on, Tell me. Shall we go tomorrow? , Say Yes, if You want me to carry on what I am doing!! Seeing from your reactions, You sure seem to like it!’ I giggled and carried on playing with his cock, and as he nodded and blurted out a YESS YESS YESS I pinched his nipple harder , shouting ‘That’s like a good boy Ravi!’ and gave a good slap to the side of his bare buttocks that was accessible for me and began playing with the tip of his modest tool as part of each of my ‘Upstroke’ and went along with his reactions. If he whimpered in pain, I’d lower the intensity and if I sense passion I’d carry on with the move and soon in 20 to 30 more rhythmic strokes and in tandem the other hand busy poking prodding and caressing all his other ‘strategic’ spots at the same time, in under 2 mins, he made a right mess of himself and all over my hand, my two plastic bangles and my right wrist. All that ‘unexpected action’ was perhaps a bit too much for him to handle!!
‘OH that was faster than Shathabdi express!!!’ I said giggling while wiggling his messy, now limp and shrivelled tool with my now slimy fingers. But, noticing the scowl on his face, I realised he didn’t particularly appreciate being made fun of!. Obviously! Giving it a good shake one last time, as he quickly pushed my hand away in response, ‘Oh he is done for the night then?’ I said with a loaded sarcasm. Got up, went to that doorless Bathroom, washed my hands, brought along a wet towel and slowly cleaned the mess he made around his hips as he lay there - throughly spent, sporting a contended smile and half shut his eyes as I baby sat his sorry ass.
Incredibly, even before I could finish wiping him clean, he started snoring!! I sat there and stared at him in disbelief for a while and dumping the towel and flipping the lights off I lay there next to him. One thing was clear to me as I tried to go to sleep. Some thing dramatic has to happen tomorrow for me to change my plans! As I was unable to go to sleep I flipped the phone out, trying to distract myself from the loud snoring right as next to my ear drum! As I checked the emails out, there was one from a new address. It was from Major Srikanth. A short crisp business-like no nonsense 3 sentence email, introducing himself and explaining that he has checked my profile and was pleased to see my existing shooting records and will be able to ‘work with me’! He had also mentioned in the email that he will be delighted to have an induction session for the course, as I was added in late and had missed the induction conducted for the rest of the batch. He had also attached a document that provided lots of theory and reading material.
Excited, I opened the old laptop[ in the house and opened the document and read a few pages with the constant roar of my hero’s snore giving me all the ‘white noise’ I needed to shut the outside and inside world out. Before I realised, it was way past midnight and and I just heard the Antique clock strike 2 goings as I just felt my eye lids were protesting with me, wanting to shut, not liking this out of habit - intense focussing session.
As I yawned I felt Ravi’s hand on my lap and in his sleep he moved it up and rubbed it against my crotch over the saree, of course completely unintentionally. Smiling, I gently pulled his hand off me. My mind reached the clarity that it lacked a few hours back, after seeing the email. ‘No change of plans’ I said as I lay down next to him, my lips curled into an inevitable chuckle as I spotted his teeny weaner still open and out as he snored with his thighs spread out, slept like a log. He must have been having a hard physical day, seeing the way he slept. I reached forward and planted a soft kiss on his forehead and whispered, ‘Oh my poor baby’ and rubbed his hair affectionately, a few times and rolled around and shut my eyes. There was nothing sexual in what I just did, but only pure affection. Within seconds, I fell asleep too.
When I woke up in the morning, sun rays were targeting my face through the open window. As I sat up squinting, I discovered that Ravi has gone already. I grabbed the cell phone to check the time and it said 7.48AM and along with that it said in the banner a text message from piping engineer. I sat up wide eyed and opened the message. It read , ‘Hey Gorgeous! I am traveling back tonight. Are you also returning tonight by any chance? I may even choose to return what belongs to you ( with a smiley) and Oh yes! Did you think about my earlier offer of watching the movie together? I know just the right place! Let me know if you could join me for few hours with some excuse, let’s watch a matinee show together. Just wanted to be next to you!!! Nothing else! (and another bunch of hearts )’.
I stared at that for a while then threw the phone away as my head spun in daze at the romantic overtures in his message. It has not been EVER before such open romance was splashed all over me like this in a text message or otherwise. Ravi is Just not that kind and no one before him or after has said any of these sweet-nothings to me. This is downright flattery but it felt good and made me warm all over.
I grabbed my nighty and a towel and walked downstairs and still in a zombie mode, digressing this ‘new twist’ in my life, wishing my in-law a good morning and giving her a quick hug and asked Latha to get me some hot water ready and while waiting for her, brushed my teeth and completed the morning duties. Latha placed the bucket full of hot water inside the backyard bathroom. Stepping out, with a bright smile, told me, ‘Dhobi has returned back your clothes madam. I will place them on your bed upstairs Ok?’ I nodded and told her laughing, ‘and I am going to take shower, but please control yourself from stealing my clothes today!’ she blushed in return, as I added further, ‘I am leaving today afternoon. I will wash them back home anyway.’ She stood there wide eyed, ‘What madam, you are leaving already?’ She sounded upset and sad. ‘yes, got to go back, some work has come up, but next time when I am coming back, I will get you what you needed’ I added with a smirk as my eyes darted down to her crouch. She giggled and nodded but ran away smiling, shyly.
I reached the bathroom and was distracted, mulling over the texts from Murugesan, as I stripped my saree, petticoat, blouse and the inners one by one, while the cold water was filling up in the empty bucket to mix up with the boiling hot water Latha brought in the second bucket. As I turned around to place my bra on the door, I caught a movement at the corner of my eyes, a single branch from one of the coconut trees that was leaning into Ajay’s terrace parapet wall. There was no breeze and I thought I saw a single branch move.
I wanted to assess the threat and waited there for a bit and sure enough after a while his head emerged peeping out just enough over the wall. I was pretending to look away, but observed carefully to make sure the little creep is not filming me or anything and after a while, pretending to spend time mixing the cold and hot water, ducking away from his direct view, observed him and convinced that he was there just for the ‘live show’ and nothing more sinister than that, I stood up and directly facing the direction where he was hiding I casually yanked my panties and tossed it over the bathroom door. I knew from where he stood, it’s not possible to see anything clearly - from what I observed from the terrace of my own house. One can make out the shapes but not the details.
So, not caring too much of my new ardent ‘fan’, I began the shower. As the hot water splashed on to me, it felt weirdly wonderful to take a shower with an ‘audience’ I took my own sweet time and as I lathered myself up with the soap, I took another casual glance up and spotted to my shocked surprise, that Ajay is no longer just happy peeking his head out hiding from under a branch, but his head out properly and he was now holding a mini Binocular in his hands - the cheap ones you get, the pocket sized 4x or 8x magnification. But!!! for the intents where its employed now, it is still good enough to give him a clear up-close view of my anatomy from that sort of distance!!! cursing under my breath ‘Bugger’ as I looked up in his direction with a smile and showed my middle finger at him to indicate that he is busted. Covering my tits casually in one hand, not wanted to be seen as weak, I put my index finger in his direction and wiggled it threateningly and within seconds huis face, binocular and the lot of it, all vanished! Chuckling I finished the rest of the shower, took my time to dry myself up and slipped my nighty on and grabbed my soiled clothes with the wet towel tied to my hair as a bun, stepped out. On my way up the stairs, my in-law announced from the kitchen, ‘Vandana, I have made some Badam Halwa for you. Don’t forget to pack it up in your bag.’ I ran up to her and hugged her. ‘Ohh thank you Amma. You are the best! You know I love it, especially the taste of the one you make is heavenly!’ and planting a quick kiss to her cheek, grabbed the went back to the bedroom.
Dumping my dirty clothes and also packing the sweets, and busied myself finishing up the packing, the next few minutes then took time to get dressed in the maroon lace panty and the matching bra - the lingerie set I brought along to try and impress Ravi which I didn’t get a chance at all to wear. then chose the cream coloured blouse and the Beige Georgette saree with Elephant patterns in it. It’s a stunning saree that has a showstopper effect on anyone. Not sure why I chose to be so ‘visible, then changing my mind, pulled out rather demure options a black blouse and a plain light blue saree with a tiny floral border and otherwise plain and wore it over my white petticoat. The dull colours will practically let me blend in and not draw any undue attention. After tying up the saree, standing in front of the mirror, purposefully slipped my thumbs into the waist line, at either side of my navel and pushed the waist line a good couple of inches below my navel, enjoying the new found - liberated feel. Covering up properly and tucking the pallu securely around my waist so its proper and decent, I sat on the bed and replied in just 2 words, ‘Yes and Yes’ plain and blunt, in response to such elaborate texts and bunch of hearts from Murugesan.
As I saw him immediately typing something back, I turned off the phone as I heard Ravi’s voice downstairs and I rushed down to join him. Seeing him seated at the dining table, I quickly served him breakfast, served him Idlies and the fresh coconut chutney and sambar. My in-law asked me to join him and I sat with him as Latha served us. We had some small talk as we finished breakfast and at the end of it, he said apologetically, ‘Sorry Vandana, I could not take leave today.’ I shrugged and replied, ‘Its OK Ravi, I understand, I have booked the bus ticket for tonight , but planning to leave around mid day after lunch as I plan to go to the Library in the nearby town, I need to do some reading there. I’ll take the bus from there. I will call you when I boarded.’ He nodded, as guilt danced in his face, as he felt bad for letting his wife alone like this. I put my hand on his hand and squeezed, ‘Hey Ravi, don’t feel bad. We can plan it better the next time. I will tell you in advance so you have also time to find a replacement at the shop. Ok?’ that made him feel better and he patted my back with a smile and quickly washed his hands and disappeared. I stood up, hearing the noise of his nike engine fade.
Soon after, I washed my hands and went back to the bedroom, shut the door and grabbed the phone as I sat on the bed. My heart began racing - adrenalin pumping uncontrollably - as If I am going to kill someone for the first time!! As I turned it on, my eyes lit up seeing seeing the unread message notification from Murugesan!! Scandalously looking around the empty bedroom I slowly flipped it open - It had succinct instructions - ‘Take the 1.30pm Bus to Hillside town and get off at the Palace theatre. The journey is about 20 minutes and the bus stops at 2 villages on the way. I will be there waiting. Let’s make sure that this will be the best movie of your life!!’ (and again a bouquet of flowers emoji to end it). The hair at the back of my neck raised as I read and reread the instructions and slowly pinched my wrist in disbelief. All this is really happening! Oh fuck!!! I thought to myself slapping my wrist, pushing the phone back onto the bed, as if it’s a hot burning brick.
Then a few mins later, he sent an image which at first I didn’t recognise then upon closer look it is indeed my panty that he whisked off me in the bus, but neatly folded on what looked like a desk - with a message accompanying, ‘Looking forward to the Chapter 2 madam! Are you ready? Let’s make history, geography, biology, psychology, Alge(no)bra everything together madam!’ (with a plenty of chuckling smilies along with it). I admired his naughty but gentle sense of humour and quickly responded with a winking smiley and a one liner, ‘so, 1.30 pm bus it is. How will I identify you? I didn’t see you clearly that night?’ (I pressed send even though I have a pretty good idea of how he looked). He sent a smiley back and replied, ‘I should not have any problems finding you out madam. If not, I will start wave the gift you gave me!! you can easily find me then! ‘ , he got back an angry face as a response, but I added a proper reply, ‘you naughty rascal, I know exactly how you look like. bye now’ and added a smiley and sent it and put the phone away.
Seeing that there is a few more hours left, I went downstairs and my in-law was just leaving to the temple nearby and asked me to join her. I went along with her and some special prayer sessions in the temple meant the whole morning went away there. We just returned back ,in time for lunch and I had something light and left around 1pm wishing my in-law and Latha good bye. I stepped out and walked towards the bus station with my travel bag around my shoulder and popping the Sun glasses on, as the midday sun was too stark. As I reached the end of the street, I saw a frail figure in bicycle, approach in my direction. It was Ajay and as he reached closer I stopped him. He looked surprised and ‘Vandana aunty! Are you leaving already?’ , ‘Yes Ajay, I have some urgent work that has come up. As you know I am not some silly insurance agent.’ He nodded with his face actually registering some fear. Maintaining the same cool face, holding one of his wrists, ‘so was it this hand that was holding the binocular today morning?’ I asked flashing an evil smile. ‘I don’t know what you are talking a...aaa’ before he could finish the sentence he was yelping in pain, jumping on the ground trying to hold the cycle with the other hand. ‘You little rascal. It doesn’t take much to break this wrist and I will carry myself to your house and tell your parents that I saw you fall from your bicycle. stop lying to me ok?’ ‘Sorry sorry Aunty. ‘ he nodded urgently. ‘So, you liked what you saw yesterday, SO MUCH that you came back for a repeat show and that too with a binocular?’ I asked as I he howled in pain, dropping the cycle now and started crying, as tears rolled down his cheek as he sobbed ‘sorry madam’ in that deserted side street, in the mid day sun.
As he carried on yelping I asked him, ‘So did you like what you saw? what exactly did you get to see?’ Shaking his head in pain as I had his wrist in my hand in an iron grip and twisting it at an awkward angle, stopping just short of breaking it, ‘yes yes aunty, I saw everything’ he admitted even amidst registering extreme pain in his face. ‘You have no hair here aunty, just the opposite of our physics miss’ he tried to point at my crotch with his other hand but all he could manage was a poke at my upper thigh briefly, over the saree, but enough for me to understand exactly what he meant. It was my turn to blush as I let his hand off and momentarily looked away, my cheeks redden in shame. Holding his painful wrist with his other hand, but forcing a smile on to his face valiantly, stepping closer to me, ‘Yes Vandana aunty, you can be a frightening police officer, but to me, you are always my favourite Vandana aunty and what I saw earlier today I will never forget, (and openly now looking between my thighs), it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life aunty - “those lips ”, you can break my hand or leg or whole body, but if I get a chance I will do the same thing again’ he said so earnestly, even as he got SLAPPED in mid sentence. ‘Shut up you stupid boy’ I screamed, properly embarrassed, I could not muster the same anger I had moments ago and somehow sensing this too, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled it off his cheek, but rubbing my hand in the process and whispered with a naughty smile even as his cheeks had tears rolling down still rubbing my hand that slapped his cheek , ‘Aunty is it as soft as this down there too?’ and letting my hand go, quickly ran back to pick up the bicycle and as I raised my hand to hit him again, he wiped his tears in a rush and shouting, ‘Have a safe trip aunty. Thanks for the gifts and everything’ and pushed the cycle with one hand, while nursing the painful wrist still rushed past me as I landed my raised hand right on to his back laughing, ‘Hey naughty rascal, focus on your studies Ajay, there is still plenty of time for girls’ , he nodded but shouted back ‘ may be so Aunty, but no girl as special as you are - Vandana aunty’ and quickly got on the bicycle and rode on. Smiling, I picked up my bag and walked towards the bus stop - my spirits already soaring high.- at the thought of all the naughty stuff Ajay said to me just now.
Ten more minutes of walking, I reached the bus station, just as I mopped the beads of sweat on my forehead with the free end of my pallu. I stood out from the crowd with the only person wearing Sun glasses. I pulled it out quickly, feeling quite awkward and dumping it in the bag, walked up to the platform where I spotted the Bus number 12 and got in, bought a ticket and sat in the half filled bus, waited for it to start. Some 10 more minutes of waiting inside that stationary town busin that hot sun, felt like sitting inside a baking oven. I felt pretty miserable as my blouse back and sides literally clung on to my body, dismissing the same guy trying to sell peanuts to me for the 4th time. A mother with her 2 children sat in the empty seat next to me and assumed that its OK for me to place one of her children on my lap and started droning on about how life becomes miserable when there are children about. The boy sitting on my lap constantly shifting and shuffling around was not helping my miserable state of mess that I was in, due to that stale heat inside that crowded stuffy bus.
Finally the bus started to move and I started feeling a bit of relief as I could feel some breeze on to my sweat drenched black blouse. While I decided to never ever get on to this town bus ride again, I felt sorry for the people that depend on it everyday. Soon the stop for the first village arrived and the family got off and just then I realised how much I was sweating around even my tummy from the heat of the boy on my lap. As he got off and as I fanned myself with my pallu to cool off a bit, the old guy standing next to me was staring at the exposed skin and covering up. as I shit him back a cold stare, he looked away urgently.
Another old lady sat next to me as the bus took off and soon the next village went past and as I watched the big solitary building approach from the distance, I could read that it said ‘Palace’ and I got up picking my bag and as the bus slowed down and stopped, I got down. I was the only one getting off and the place was quite deserted with not many people around. There were a few shops but it REALLY was at the outskirts of the town, this theatre. Not many houses or other buildings around this theatre. Combined with that, the movie that is playing is an OLD one and so was not generating much interest especially at this time of the day, for a matinee show. so as I looked around, the place was deserted.
As I started walking towards one of the shops to look around ,to try to spot Murugesan, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and I turned around quickly to spot him standing there, right behind me. ‘Rosemilk madam?’ he was holding two bottles of chilled rosemilks with straws sticking out of them both. ‘OH thank you!!!’ it felt so timely to my parched lips and dried throat and my whole dehydrated sweaty self as I took it from him and with a smile, took a big gulp and just as I pulled my head back, finally gaining my lost energy and verve, I properly looked back at him. Just remembered how short he was in the bus and sure enough, although he is significantly older, he came to only around my shoulder level. His bald head perhaps reached up to my ears. He was dressed in a nearly pressed proper silk white dhoti and a white cotton shirt which had first 2 buttons unbuttoned and most of his bare chest on display. Can’t really blame him, given that heat, I WISH I could be free like him.
‘So, what is your grand plan? to drink Rosemilk with me like this in the hot sun for the whole afternoon?’ Laughing aloud he gently rubbed my butt cheeks over the saree. ‘Oh madam, patience, I know you can’t wait to get into the theatre, at least for A/C’ I looked around, pushing his hand off my back while smiling, as I saw some random old guy at the Tea stall spotted us and was looking at us ‘with interest’ as Murugesan briefly rubbed me. The old chap was seated at our side, about 100 metres away so had a good view of things. Murugesan had also seen what I saw. I answered to him, ‘Oh yes, I can’t wait to get back into the A/C. That bus ride was half an hour of pure hell, it was boiling inside, I was bathing in sweat literally.’ I told him conversationally as I sipped and finished the rest of the Rosemilk.
Bringing his hand to my back and rubbing it right along my crack, ‘Oh.. I am sure whats inside this here, must be all sticky too right?’ as his fingers gently tried to spot my panty line over the saree and petticoat. I smiled feeling embarrassed, ‘hey stop it now. There is a weirdo watching us’ , and as I was attempting to push his hand off, he whispered, ‘so what honey, does it bother you that much? No one knows you here. OK? just have a fun afternoon here. Just enjoy. Don’t tell me you don’t even like it one bit that he is watching me feel you here?’ he said in a low naughty voice as he gently squeezed my butt cheeks over my saree.
I stood there biting my lips, thought to myself - Not too long ago, Inspector Pandiyan was just patting my butt cheeks over my trousers and I felt furious and felt compelled enough to complain to the Minister - but look now!!!’ as the petting became a bit too much to handle as he took a certain level of pride in fingering me while the guy watched I felt it was too much to handle and pushed Murugesan’s hand off me and placed the empty Rosemilk bottle into his hand firmly and almost ordered him, ‘ COME lets get inside. Its TOO HOT here.’
He chuckled and replied, ‘Nothing is Hotter than you honey’ but as he giggled he walked with me to the shop and as deposited the empty bottles and purchased 2 tickets at the counter and took me into the old theatre with mediocre facilities. Compared to the modern cineplexes in the city, this one is in a league of its own. I whispered to him, seeing the rows and rows of rickety chairs, ‘Are you sure there are no bedbugs here?’ He said in a normal voice, seeing literally no one else in the theatre, ‘ I only know of Lovebugs and you are seeing one right next to you’ . I slapped his back and complained, ‘If the heat of the summer is not killing me already, one more joke like this will definitely be enough’. He laughed aloud and just as I was feeling the cold air from the A/C his hand wrapped around me and his finger began feeling my supple bare hip as he circled his arm around my waist and walked at my side as I asked him, ‘any preference for seats’. Giving my hip a good squeeze, he said, ‘At the back of the cinema hall course’ and pulled me along gently, planting a kiss on my shoulder sleeve of my sweaty blouse and reached out and grabbed my bag from the shoulder. ‘give it to me madam.Let me carry’ and walked along, while he held my waist supportively as we finally reached the third row from the very end and slipped in and moving to a corner and settled in what seem like a reasonably comfortable seats, 4 or 5 seats away from the very end. There were 2 empty rows behind us and literally the whole rest of the theatre too empty, ahead of us.
Just then the Adverts started showing up and he quickly got up, saying he will get us some pop corn and fizzy drinks. He popped out and was back in 5 minutes as promised and we started watching the movie like ‘normal people’ as the Trailers came on in the next few minutes !