Get your tongue out of my mouth, am kissing you goodbye

As the whistling increased in the theatre, Motorcycle Man's tongue and fingers both got more insistent. In his ill-controlled enthusiasm, Motorcycle Man's tongue was now getting into places it didn't need to… like my ear, into my nostrils; he was even eating my hair! I was worried the gum in his mouth would get stuck to my hair. The more I tried to keep my mouth shut — to keep his tongue out — the more he seemed to pant and try harder. When he finally couldn't get past the barrier of my sealed lips, he decided to distract me… by increasing the hand activity under my skirt.

Now had it been hand activity that I liked, I could have let it continue… but he was pinching me! Motorcycle Man was proving to be absolutely different from what I had thought he would be. He had looked mysterious and in control and oh-so-sexy from atop his bike, in that covering-his-face black helmet. But now… he was like Shakti Kapoor in a rape scene in some C-grade movie. And no girl wants to be a heroine in a C-grade movie, ya? The moment I realized that Motorcycle Man's hand was under my skirt, at the juncture of my legs, I did the next best thing possible…. I trapped his hand by clenching my thighs real hard.

"Oho, don't be shy my Little Suppu," he cajoled, again pinching me in an attempt to make me unlock my thighs. I couldn't dare scream out for fear that the moment I opened my mouth, he would jam his tongue inside. I so wanted to slap him: I hated anyone calling me Suppu, what a horrible name. I was on the verge of losing it with Motorcycle Man when he suddenly stopped. I had my eyes closed. When I opened them it was to find the ticket-checker staring at us, the torch-light shining in our faces. And I was stunned. The ticket-checker was a rather good looking, rather young man.

"What's happening here?" he asked, staring at my heaving bosom — I was panting — and my exposed thigh and legs. I have always known when a man is too busy looking at me to be thinking straight. I gave my best Hurt Girl Look and pointed at a very disgruntled Motorcycle Man. "I am alone and he is bothering me," I said, deciding at that moment that the Ticket Checker definitely did not look bad at all. In fact he looked very, very good…

To be continued...