What a climax!

The movie is a cut above the normal Marvel fare and Piya is certainly enjoying it by the way she gasps at the exciting bits and 'ooo's whenever Chris Hemsworth is on the screen. It’s all thundering along at a tremendous pace and building towards the second act when the timer goes off in the kitchen signifying that the pork is ready.

We pause the action for something to eat as I’m getting hungrier by the minute from the smell wafting into the living area. Piya pulls the roasted meat out of the oven and I help by setting out plates along with knives and forks. From the multitude of things Piya brought over, she selects some containers to open up on my dining table. Tangy and hot green pawpaw salad, a creamy coconut chicken curry soup, prawn skewers and of course the crispy roasted pork belly. We couldn’t forget the rice of course.

It's absolutely delicious of course. Piya seemed to know just by instinct which things I would love and cooked accordingly. I’m almost a bit jealous that the big bag of extra cooking would be going to Lawan and her parents instead of remaining here with me.

Piya is eager to get back to the movie almost as soon as she has finished her last plate. “I’ll clean up once the movie is over. I’m dying to see the rest of it. Ooh! Don’t start it yet, I need to use the bathroom quickly first.”

I don’t start anything until Piya is back on the couch with me.

“My bra was digging into me,” Piya says as she snuggles up beside me again. This time lifting my arm and draping it back around her stomach as she lies out across my chest. “I had to take it off.”

As the movie starts playing again, I can’t help but look down at Piya below me now that she’s mentioned not wearing a bra. Sure enough, I can see her tanned breasts pressing together into an alluring strip of cleavage. My eye keeps dropping back down to get another look as Piya moves around in response to the scenes in front of us. For several long minutes before the climactic finale I’m completely preoccupied as Piya’s dress drapes forwards and I’m able to see all the way through to her nipple. Instead of flat areolas and pointed nipple centres, Piya’s areolas are all flat and puffy, sticking out of her breast a half centimetre. It’s enough to get me harder than the handle of Thor’s hammer until Piya excruciatingly moves again and my view is cut off entirely for the end of the flick.

To say Piya is shocked by the ending of the film is an understatement. Her jaw is literally left hanging as character after main character dies and starts to wither away into dust.

“They lost! I can’t fudging believe it!” Piya gapes as she rolls onto her back with her head in my lap looking up at me.

“Yeah, unbelievable,” I agree.

“But how? Thanos can’t win. This can’t be the end.”

It’s going to take Piya some time to come to turn with things so I gently lift her head and slide my body out to the side. “You stay there and recover and I’ll clean up the dishes.”

Piya probably would have stayed there and let me do it if I hadn’t groaned and winced badly when I went to get up. Being still for so long was a bad idea after Yui’s upper body workout yesterday.

“Are you ok?” Piya is up instantly checking on me with a concerned hand on my lower back.

“I’m fine. Just sore from the gym after all,” I say.

“I knew you’d overdone it. Here, let me give you a Thai massage,” Piya offers so insistently that I’m unable to persuade her at all.

She has me lying down on the floor in my living room. Thankfully I have a nice fluffy faux furr ruby that I can lie on with a pillow to rest my face down on.

“Where does it hurt?” Piya asks me as she kneels down beside me.

“Mainly just the upper body.” It was the area Yui had worked me out in most.

Piya begins her treatment by first standing on my lower back and walking her probing feet powerfully up and down my spine. It hurts to high heaven at times but I’ll be a dead man before I tap out in pain to Piya.

“Let me know if I’m being too gentle,” Piya calls out to me as she pins my shoulders to the floor with her entire body weight. She even places one of her feet on the back of my head and mashes my face into the pillow as she rotates her foot in my hair.

The **** eventually becomes bearable as Piya steps off me and instructs me, “Take off your shirt.”

I don’t look up but manage to lift my shirt up off my body as I lay there half-undressed. I feel as Piya sits down over my arse, one leg on either side of my hips straddling me. This next part is much more gentle as Piya now starts giving me a gentler, more compassionate massage. I’m in a world of bliss thanks to Piya and drift off in complete contentment until she tells me to roll onto my back.

I wait for Piya to get off me but she doesn’t move at all.

“Come on. Turn over.”

Carefully not to throw Piya off me I roll over onto my side and then onto my back proper. Piya lifts herself up just enough with her knees that I’m able to turn and as I finish on my back, she settles herself back down on my groin. I look and can see that Piya has pulled the tight but stretchy material of her long dress up so that it’s bunched around her hips, allowing her to spread her legs on top of me.

Piya looks at me silently as she starts to train her fingernails lightly down my chest, through the hairs all the way down to where my snail trail comes out of my pants. I can not possibly fathom what she is thinking as she starts to slowly work her thumbs in a circular pattern over my abs. As she works her hips begin to rock ever so slightly like Piya was in a saddle. Except it’s my crotch that she’s riding.

I try and keep my breathing steady as the room gets heavy. By the time Piya’s hands have reached my chest, she’s not massaging me anymore but is slowly clawing at my muscles. Her hips are brazenly grinding herself into my trapped bulge now.

“Thank you Piya, that was just what I needed,” I say to Piya as I come to my senses and try to stop things. I reach up to Piya’s hips and try to lift her off me.

She instantly collapses forward at the waist, her long dark hair covering my face as we are cheek to cheek.

“I knew Yui would go too hard with you when I saw that picture of you together.” Piya reaches her hand between us and grabs the outline of my cock beneath her legs. “Did she give this a real workout too?”

“No!” I growl as I reach in and try and pull Piya’s hand off my hardness.

Piya grabs my hand instead and turns it upwards so that my palm is facing her. I feel instant hot and sticky wetness from Piya’s exposed pussy.

Did Piya take off her panties when she took off her bra in the bathroom before?