Traveling Across Indian Movie Worlds

Scene 2: The Parking Lot Encounter

Another time, Geeta and Divya had walked in on Jasmine and Ryan in the airport parking lot. They had been on their way to their shift when they noticed Ryan's sleek, open-top car parked in a secluded corner. Curiosity had drawn them closer, only to find Jasmine on her knees, her head bobbing between Ryan's legs as he leaned back in the driver's seat, his eyes closed in pleasure.

The sight had been shocking, but neither woman had been able to look away. Jasmine glanced up, her lips curling into a smirk as she locked eyes with Geeta and Divya. She hadn't stopped—if anything, she had seemed to relish their discomfort, her movements growing more deliberate as Ryan's hand tangled in her hair.

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The morning sun blazed over the airport parking lot, its golden light sharp and unyielding, glinting off rows of cars like a field of metal mirrors. The air buzzed with the impatient honks of taxis, the rumble of shuttle buses, and the brisk footsteps of travelers dragging suitcases. In a far corner, partially shielded by a concrete pillar, Ryan's sleek convertible sat with its top down, a blatant provocation to the mundane chaos around it. The car's polished black exterior gleamed under the sunlight, its leather seats warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile efficiency of the airport.

Jasmine leaned across the driver's seat, her uniform skirt hiked to her thighs, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs. Her lips trailed down Ryan's neck, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses that made his breath hitch. Her fingers worked deftly at his belt, the metallic clink of the buckle loud in the quiet cocoon of the car. "You'll miss me, won't you?" she purred, her voice a velvet taunt that sent a shiver down his spine.

Ryan smirked, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he tipped his head back, giving her better access to the sensitive skin of his throat. "You're making it impossible to focus on anything else," he replied, his voice low and rough with desire. His hand slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing against the edge of her stockings, the contrast of smooth skin and lace sending a jolt of heat through her.

Jasmine's breath hitched, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she nipped at his earlobe. "Good," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "That's the point."

Her hands moved with practiced ease, freeing him from the confines of his trousers. She didn't hesitate, her lips wrapping around his dick taking it all in her mouth in one fluid motion, her tongue swirling in a way that made his grip tighten on the steering wheel. Ryan's head fell back against the headrest, a low groan escaping his lips as he tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

The world outside the car faded into a distant hum, the honking horns and chatter of travelers nothing more than background noise. All that mattered was the heat of her mouth, the way her moans vibrated against him, the way she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dark with desire.

"Jasmine," he growled, his voice strained as he fought to keep his composure. "You're going to make me late for my meeting."

She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, her lips glistening. "You're the one who said you couldn't focus," she teased, her voice breathless and mixed with sounds of slurps and sucking. "Besides, I think I'm worth being a little late for, don't you?"

Ryan's grip tightened in her hair, his other hand gripping her hip as he pulled her up to straddle him. "You're worth every second," he murmured.

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What they didn't notice was Geeta and Divya approaching from the other end of the parking lot. The two women had been searching for Jasmine, who was already late for pre-flight preparations. Geeta's irritation was palpable as she muttered under her breath, "I swear, if she's flirting with Ryan again—"

A low, throaty moan cut through the morning din.

Her words cut off abruptly as they rounded the corner. Curiosity had drawn them closer, their steps slowing as they approached Ryan's car. What they saw stopped them in their tracks.

Both women froze. Divya's eyes widened. "Was that… Jasmine?"

There, in plain view, Jasmine was on her knees, her head bobbing rhythmically between Ryan's legs. Her hands gripped his thighs as she took him deep into her throat, her moans muffled but unmistakable. Ryan's eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure, his expression one of pure ecstasy. One hand gripped the steering wheel for balance, while the other rested possessively on Jasmine's head, guiding her movements with a firm yet tender touch.

Divya froze, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Oh my God," she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and fascination. Geeta's jaw dropped, her coffee cup slipping from her hand and hitting the ground with a splatter. The sound was drowned out by the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Jasmine noticed them almost immediately, her eyes locking onto theirs as she pulled away with a smirk. "Ladies," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Fancy seeing you here. Care to join?"

Ryan, unfazed, adjusted his seat and gave Geeta and Divya a casual nod. "Ladies. Always a pleasure."

The sight was shocking, but neither woman could look away. Jasmine's smirk widened as she locked eyes with Geeta, her movements growing more deliberate as Ryan's hand tangled in her hair. She seemed to relish their discomfort, her confidence unshaken as she continued to pleasure him with unabashed enthusiasm.

Geeta's stomach twisted, a cocktail of desire and something hotter, darker, clawing its way up her chest. She should've turned away. She wanted to turn away. But her body betrayed her, rooted to the spot as she watched Jasmine's head bob faster, heard Ryan's choked groan, saw his hips jerk upward—

Divya, meanwhile, couldn't tear her eyes away. Her pulse roared in her ears, her thighs pressing together unconsciously. She'd never seen anything so raw, so unapologetic. The way Jasmine moved, the way Ryan responded—it was a dance of dominance and submission, a display of power and pleasure that left her breathless.

Jasmine pulled back the dick from her mouth with a wet pop, her lips glistening. Jasmine laughed, standing to straddle Ryan's lap. "Jealousy's a bad look on you, Geeta." She rocked her hips, slow and deliberate, her gaze daring. "Or is it that no one's ever made you scream like this?"

Something snapped.

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Geeta's hand drifted to the hem of her skirt, her breath hitching. The parking lot faded—the shouts of baggage handlers, the glare of the sun, Divya's stunned silence—all drowned out by the drumbeat of her own need. Her fingers slipped beneath her panties, trembling as they grazed the slick heat between her legs.

"Sethi Mam—!" Divya hissed, but Geeta didn't stop.

Ryan watched, his smirk deepening. "Go on, Jasmine. Let her see."

Jasmine's laugh was a dark melody. "That's the Geeta I knew was in there."

Geeta's knees buckled. She braced herself against a nearby car, her hips arching as her fingers circled faster, spurred by the raw sounds of Jasmine's resumed efforts. The world narrowed to sensation: the bite of the car's metal against her palm, the ache in her core, the shame that twisted into pleasure.

"Join us," Ryan commanded, his voice a lash.

Geeta's resolve crumbled.

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