As we stood there hugging, Ticket Checker's breathing intensified and the movie reached its climax. Before it 'The End' flashed on screen, he quickly led me out of the box into the still-deserted exit stairway and led me to a small door that said 'Staff Only'. We went inside, the room smelt of old newspapers, dust and rat poo with a few round cans with film spools lying abandoned.
Ticket Checker pulled me inside the room and shut the door with a clang. It was really dark and the thought of rats over my sandaled feet were giving me the creeps. Ticket Checker tried to pull me close, I pushed him away and said I needed some sort of a light first…
I could sense Ticket Checker's haste as he began fumbling in the dark. A 'click' later, a weak bulb came on and though it was not pitch black anymore, I could barely see. Ticket Checker lunged, caught my face in his hands and started kissing it all over. Ticket Checker pushed me into the wall, crushing me with his weight as he continued kissing me and rubbing his entire body against mine.
As I kissed him back, I realized Ticket Checker had managed to hitch my skirt up to my waist and we were standing against each other, joined at the hip… He was wearing jeans and as he rubbed himself on me, I felt the denim scratch the soft skin on my inner thigh. I asked Ticket Checker to control himself, but he only intensified his rubbing… And then there was a sudden "Ah" and Ticket Checker stopped moving and fell against me; I thought he had a heart attack or something. But he was alive… with a little wet patch in the front of his trousers. He looked at me, and looked away. I pushed him away, pulled my skirt down and left, shutting the door behind me with a clang.
To be continued…
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3 comments:
how throngs of horny men/women are not thronging to this blog is beyond me !
@ Inexile, where is new blog?
probably because the stories are too unreal.
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