Ira ne apna lamba coat haath mein liya aur dubbing booth ke kaale padded darwaze ki taraf mud gayi. Headphones ab stand par the. Uske gaal par mic ka halka nishan abhi bhi tha, jaise last take ka garm asar utra na ho.
Main uske peeche khada raha, na koi file, na koi line. Song pichhle hafte lock ho chuka tha. Aaj woh sirf sunne aayi thi, dost ki tarah, aur main sirf isliye aaya tha ki uski awaaz live sunun, kaam ke hisaab se nahi.
Coat ke pehle button tak uski ungli pahunchi, phir ruk gayi. Bahar corridor mein koi kadam nahi the. Engineer taxi pakad ke nikal chuka tha. Chandigarh ki dopahar dheere shaam mein dhal rahi thi, aur booth ki red light ab bekaar chamak rahi thi.
“Ruk,” usne kaha, bina mudhe. Awaaz usi narmi se nikli jisse woh screen par gana karti hai, lekin is baar koi camera nahi tha.
Main ne saans roki. “Car nahi, Ira. Main sirf yahin khada hoon. Tum jao.”
Woh mudhi. Bollywood actress hone ka makeup uske chehre par halka hi bacha tha, lipstick thodi si smeared, aankhon mein woh thakan jo set ke baad aati hai. Bharat ke Hindi cinema mein uska naam posters par chalta tha, lekin is chhote padded kamre mein woh sirf Ira Sen thi, coat haath mein, jeans aur simple kurta pehne.
Coat uthate hi muh khul gaya
“Main engineer ke jaane ka wait isliye kar rahi thi kyunki main tumhe chahati hoon,” usne seedha kaha. “Coat dikhane ke liye nahi uthaya. Jaane ka natak tha.”
Woh baat kamre mein gir kar ruki. Mere munh se pehle koi mazak nahi nikla. Ira ek Hindi film actress thi, aur main ek lyricist tha jiska kaam us gaane par pehle hi khatam ho chuka tha. Koi salary beech mein nahi thi, koi role nahi, koi trailer nahi.
“Tumhara chehra har dusre shehar ke hoarding par hai,” maine kaha. “Yeh Chandigarh ka chhota studio hai. Agar koi corridor se sun le…”
“Sunega nahi.” Usne coat kursi par fenk diya. Kapda dheere se girta hua armrest se atak gaya. “Kaam khatam hai. Yeh koi deal nahi. Agar tum nahi chahte, main abhi nikal jaungi. Darwaza wahi hai.”
Uske kandhon ne kurta ki patti ko thoda sarka diya. Main ek kadam aage aaya, phir ruka, kyunki uski aankhen jawab maang rahi thi, dhamki nahi. Hindustan ke is shehar Chandigarh mein aaj koi paparazzi booth ke baahar nahi ghoom raha tha, sirf ek empty reception aur band AC ki bhinbhinahat thi.
“Sach mein?” maine poocha, itna hi.
Usne meri shirt ke do button khol diye aur munh upar uthaya. “Haan. Abhi.”
Pehla kiss tez tha, doosra dheema. Uske hothon par mint thi, gale mein uski lambi saans meri collarbone se takrai. Main ne uski kamar pakdi, kurta ke kapde ko upar kiya, aur uski skin garam mili, jaise booth ki bheeq si hawa ke neeche bhi woh ready ho.
Kurta sir ke upar nikalte waqt uske baal mic stand se chipak gaye. Hum dono hans pade, phir hansna tut gaya jab meri ungliyon ne uski bra ke hook dhoondhe. Hook khula. Uske boobs haath mein bhar aaye, nipple mere anguthe ke neeche sakht hue. Ira ne meri belt ki buckle kholi, jeans ka zip neeche kiya, aur mere underwear ke upar se mera lund dabaya.
“Yahan,” usne kaha, couch ki taraf chin uthake. Woh purana leather couch tha, jiske upar kabhi singers lyric padhte the. Aaj us par sirf hum do they.
Main uske jeans ke button kholne laga. Woh khud se zipper neeche kheenchti rahi, jhips hilate hue kapda ghutnon tak utara, phir ek taang nikaal kar doosri. Panty geeli thi, cotton ka gehra nishan uski thighs ke beech. Maine panty bhi utaar di, aur uski chut par munh rakh diya pehle haath se, phir hothon se.
Booth ke andar
Uske honth se ek dabi hui awaaz nikli. Meri jeebh uski chut ke beech se upar gayi, clit par ruki, phir neeche. Ira ne mere baal pakde, booth ki ceiling ki taraf dekhte hue, jaise koi line yaad kar rahi ho. Koi line nahi thi. Sirf uski saans aur mera munh.
“Andar lao,” usne kaha, meri gardan khinchte hue. Main khada hua, jeans aur underwear ek saath neeche kiye, joota ek pair ke paas giraya. Mera lund uski pet par laga, garam, sakht. Usne haath ghuma kar sar ko apni chut par ragda, itna ki mera dimaag ek pal ke liye light ki tarah flash hua.
Main ne uski ek taang couch ke backrest par chadhai. Doosri taang zameen par rahi, pair ka panja leather se chipka. Position aisi thi ki uski chut khul kar mere lund ke saamne aa gayi, geeli, ready. Pehla dhakka dheema tha, sirf sar andar. Ira ne naakhun meri peeth par gaade, phir “aur” kaha, ek shabd, bina natak ke.
Poora andar jaate hi dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Booth ki padded deewar ne awaaz ko andar hi rakha. Main ne uski kamar pakdi aur choda, pehle lambe dhakke, phir tez. Uske boobs har dhakke par hilte, nipple meri chhaati se ragad khaate. Kabhi kabhi uski aankhen band ho jaati, kabhi meri taraf khul jaati, jaise check kar rahi ho ki main bhi wahi jagah hoon.
Leather geela ho raha tha uski peeth ke neeche. Maine pace badhaya. Ira ne ek taang meri kamar pe lapet li, aur uski chut mera lund ko kasti rahi, geeli, tight. “Wahan… haan,” usne kaha, aur main usi angle par raha, clit ke hisaab se apna pubic bone ragadta hua.
Thodi der baad usne mujhe seene se dhakka diya, itna ki main nikal aaya. Woh palat kar couch par ghutnon ke bal baith gayi, haath backrest par, kamar neeche. Kurta ab floor par tha, bra bhi. Nangi peeth par ek purana tattoo nahi, sirf ek chhoti si til, jise maine hothon se chhua pehle dubara andar jaane se pehle.
Peeche se uski chut aur bhi khuli lagi. Maine kamar pakdi, lund pheri, aur ek hi dhakke mein andar choda. Ira ki awaaz is baar unpadded nahi thi, padded kamre ke hisaab se bhi tez nikli. Main ne uske baal ek haath mein liye, lekin kheenche nahi, sirf sambhale. Doosra haath uski chut ke aage gaya, clit par gol gol.
Uske boobs couch se ragad kha rahe the. Har dhakke par uski thighs kaanp rahi thin. Main tez choda, phir ruk kar andar hi ghumaya, phir tez. Usne munh ghumaya, ek aankh dikhai, aur hans di, woh thaki hui, gandi si hansi jo set par kabhi nahi aati.
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Maine naam nahi liya. Sirf uski kamar pakdi aur choda jab tak uski chut ne mera lund ko itna kasa ki meri saans tutne lagi. Ira ka orgasm pehle aaya, jism akkda, pair ki ungliyan leather khodti hui, awaaz daant ke peeche dabi. Uske baad bhi main andar raha, dhakke chhote karke, kyunki uski chut ab bahut sensitive thi, har touch par kaanpti.
Thodi der baad usne khud pace maanga, peeche dhakka dekar. Main ne uski hips chhod di, aur woh palat kar meri god mein aa baithi, taangein mere sides par. Uski chut ne mere lund ko dubara nigla, is baar samne se, gehrai alag. Uske boobs mere munh ke paas aaye. Maine ek nipple chusa, doosre ko ungli se dabaya. Ira ne apna wazan khud uthaya aur khud ko choda, upar neeche, meri thighs par haath tikaye.
Uske baal mere chehre par gir rahe the. Mint ab nahi, sirf garmi aur uski saans. Main ne uski kamar sambhali jab uski speed bigadne lagi, aur neeche se dhakke diye. Leather chiikh utha. Red light ab bhi on thi, bekaar, jaise koi take chal raha ho. Koi take nahi chal raha tha. Sirf uski geeli chut, mera lund, aur do log jo jaane wale the aur ruk gaye.
Ira ki doosri wave tez thi. Usne meri gardan kaat te hue jama di, jismin ek lamha ke liye koi hawa nahi rahi. Main bhi nahi ruk paya. Andar hi jhad gaya, dhakke atakte hue, uski chut mera lund ko nichodti hui. Dono kuch der aise hi rahe, maathe chipke, paseena milta hua.
Usne meri shirt ke khule kapde par apna gaal rakh diya. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Sirf saans. Main ne uske baal kaan ke peeche kiye. Booth ki AC ki bhinbhinahat wapas aa gayi, jaise kamra humein yaad dila raha ho ki bahar duniya hai.
Ira pehle alag hui. Mere lund ke nikalte hi uski thighs par thoda geela chalak aaya. Usne tissue box mic table se uthaya, jo singers ke liye rakha rehta hai, aur dheere se saaf kiya, pehle khud, phir meri taraf box dhakka diya. Main ne bhi ponchha. Koi inventory nahi bani, koi list nahi.
Red light bandh
Panty aur jeans usne jaldi pehne, lekin kurta dheere. Bra skip kar diya, kapde ke neeche uske boobs ab bhi bhaari dikh rahe the. Coat kursi se uthaya, is baar sachmuch pehna, pehla button, doosra, teesra. Mirror booth ke kone mein tha, chhota sa. Usne lipstick ungli se theek ki, itna ki bahar koi sawal na uthaye.
Main abhi bhi shirt ke do button khule hue baitha tha. Ira darwaze ke paas aayi, haath handle par rakha, phir mud kar dekha. Woh dekh us tarah ka nahi tha jisme log kal ki planning karte hain. Sirf ek nazar, yeh jaanne ke liye ki kamra wahi hai, aur hum dono ab pehle wale nahi.
“Engineer kal subah aayega,” usne kaha. “Tu light bujha dena.”
Handle ghumi. Padded darwaza khula, corridor ki thandi hawa andar aayi. Ira nikal gayi, coat ke pallu ko ek haath se sambhalte hue, heels ki aawaz reception ki taraf chalti rahi, phir dheemi padti rahi.
Main ne red light ka switch dabaya. Kamra andhera ho gaya, sirf corridor se aati ek peeli dhar. Headphones stand par waise hi the. Uske gaal ka nishan ab nahi dikh raha tha. Main button lagate hue uth khada hua, darwaza peeche se band kiya, aur doosri taraf se nikalne ke bajay yahin ruka, kyunki uske kadmon ki aawaz ab lift ke paas thi, aur wapas nahi aa rahi thi.
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