Stole lapet te hi main khadi ho gayi. Harish mere team manager the, aur unki office cabin ki khidki se Nagpur ki dhundhli shaam nazar aa rahi thi. Main nikalne ke liye taiyar thi.
Aaj ki meeting lambe time chali thi. Bharat ke alag-alag zones ke sales heads ne call par sawal daage the, aur maine har slide par jawab diya tha. Ab kaam khatam tha.
“Kal brand wali mail main bhej dungi, sir,” maine kaha. Phone meri mutthi mein tha. Chair peeche chhoot chuki thi, aur darwaze tak do kadam hi bachi thi.
Harish abhi bhi mez ke peeche baithe the. Shirt ke do button meeting ki garmi se khule the, lekin unka andaaz report wala nahi lag raha tha. Unki aankhen meri taraf thi.
Unhone mera naam lekar rok diya
“Naina, ek minute ruk.” Unki awaaz meeting wali nahi thi. Main mud kar ruk gayi, stole ab bhi kandhon par kasi hui.
Daftar ke is hisse mein AC ki gungunahati ke alawa kuch nahi tha. Unhone mug hataya, phir mez se uth kar beech ki kursi ko side kiya, lekin meri taraf jhuk kar nahi aaye.
“Jo kahne wala hun woh kaam nahi hai. Na tumhari salary, na rating, na koi file. Agar tum abhi nikalna chaho to nikal jao. Kal subah wahi standup hoga.”
Maine unka chehra dekha. Thakan thi, lekin shabd saaf the. “To phir rok kyu rahe ho?” meri awaaz zyada tez nahi nikli.
“Kyunki main tumhe chahta hun. Aurat ki tarah. Manager ki tarah nahi. Yeh meri personal baat hai, office ki nahi.”
Pair mein ek halka jhatka sa laga. Main bhi unhe dekhiti thi jab woh board par numbers samjhate the, lekin hamesha line ke is taraf rehti thi. Ab woh line unhone khud naam leke tod di.
“Main bhi yahi chahti thi,” maine kaha. “Apni marzi se. Aap mere boss ho, lekin is pal main isliye nahi ruki.”
Unhone sir se chhota sa ishara kiya. Main phone mez ke kone par rakh kar unke paas gayi. Pehla touch unki ungliyon ka mere kanpati par tha, phir unhone mujhe chuma, dheere, jaise ab bhi main palat kar ja sakti thi.
Main nahi pali. Stole girte girte unki kursi ke arm par atak gayi. Kurti ke neeche unka haath meri kamar par raha, garam, aur meri saans unke gale se takraayi. India ke is October mein bhi cabin ki thandak geeli si thi, lekin chamdi garam ho chuki thi.
“Yahan?” unhone sirf itna poocha.
“Yahin,” maine jawab diya, aur unki shirt ke bache button kholne lagi. Unke seene par baal the, aur meri hatheli wahan ruki. Unhone meri kurti upar ki, bra ke hook ek hi koshish mein khule, aur meri chuche unke muh mein aa gayi.
Main unke baal pakad kar khadi rahi. Zubaan ghumti rahi, daant halka sa kaatte, aur meri taange khud unki ran se chipak gayi. Kursi peeche khisak kar deewar se lagi. Hum dono ab mez ke is taraf the, jahan subah files rehti thin.
Unhone meri leggings ke naare ko khola. Kapda ghutnon tak utra, panty geeli thi, aur unki ungli uski elastic ke andar chali gayi. Meri chut pehle hi phisli hui thi. Woh do ungliyan andar liye bina bahar hi ghumate rahe, jaise der se seekh rahe hon ki main kahan se kaamp ti hun.
“Harish…” naam sirf saans bani. Unhone meri ek chuchi dabaayi aur doosri ko chumte rahe. Main unki belt ki baksua kholne lagi, zipper neeche sarki, aur uska lund kalaai tak bhari hui garam lakir ki tarah nikal aaya.
Maine mutthi ghumayi. Woh ek baar meri aankhon mein dekhe, phir meri kamar pakad kar mujhe mez ki kinare par bithaya. Cold glass ne meri nangi thighs ko chhua. Leggings ek pair ke around atak kar rah gayi, panty unhone khinch kar neeche utaar di.
Unhone pocket se wallet nikaala, usme se condom khola, aur lund par chadha liya. Rubber ki patli si khushbu mez ki coffee se mil gayi. Main unke kandhon par haath rakh kar khuli rahi, taange unki kamar ke dono taraf.
Pehla dhakka dheere tha. Uska lund meri chut ki geel mein baith gaya, pura nahi, phir pura. Main ne neeche dekha, phir unki aankhon mein. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Unhone meri kamar pakdi aur ruk kar poocha nahi, bas meri ungliyon ke dabav se samjhe ki main unhe andar lena chahti hun.
Dhakke tez hue. Mez ki kalam gir kar roll hui, lekin kisi ne nahi uthayi. Main unke gale mein munh gaad kar unka naam dohraati rahi. Har dhakke par meri chuche unke seene se ragad khati thin. Unka haath meri ek raan ke neeche gaya, angle badla, aur woh jagah mili jahan se meri rirakti hui awaaz khud nikalne lagi.
“Aah… wahi.” Maine unke baal kheenche. Unhone meri doosri chuchi muh mein li, daant se halka kaata, aur neeche se chhodna tez kiya. Meri chut unke lund ko pakad pakad kar chhodti thi. Paseena unke gale se meri hatheli tak behne laga.
Kabhi kabhi unki nazar darwaze ki taraf jati, phir wapas meri taraf aa jati. Main bhi sunti thi, lekin floor ab khali sa lag raha tha. Daftar ki yeh cabin subah unki authority ki jagah hoti thi, ab sirf do bodies ki thokar thi, aur woh farq mujhe aur geela kar raha tha.
Unhone mujhe mez se utar kar apni taraf khinch liya. Meri pair zameen par nahi lage, unhone meri ek raan uthayi. Khade khade andar tak choda. Main unke shirt ke kandre se lipat gayi. Har dhakka meri gaand ko unki belt ki thandi baksua se takrata. Main unki garam saans kaan par mehsoos karti rahi.
“Naina, dekh mujhe.” Main dekhi. Unki aankhen geeli thi garmi se. Maine unka munh chuma, jeebh di, aur neeche se khud ko unke lund par bithati rahi. Meri chut ki awaaz geeli thi, sharmili nahi. Unhone meri gaand ki ek looth pakad kar mujhe aur paas kheench liya.
Thodi der baad meri taange kaanpne lagi. Unhone mujhe wapas mez ke kinare par tika diya, condom ki chamak ke saath lund bahar nikal kar phir andar daala. Is baar gahra. Maine unki kalai pakad li, apni chuchi unke muh ki taraf dhakeli, aur jab unki ungli ne upar se meri clit masli to meri kamar uchhal gayi.
Orgasm achanak nahi aaya, charon taraf se aaya. Meri chut dabki, taange akdi, aur maine unke kandhe mein daant rakh diye taaki awaaz cabin se bahar na jaaye. Unhone ruk kar andar hi ghumaya, mere dabe ko lambi saans tak thaame rakha, phir dhakke dobara shuru kiye, ab unki apni jaldi ke saath.
Main dhilti hui bhi unke lund ko andar lene lagi. Unki ungliyan meri kamar par nishaan chhod rahi thin. Shirt unke ek kandhe se utar kar kalai tak latak rahi thi. Maine us kapde ko aur khinch kar unke seene ko chumti rahi, namak aur aftershave milakar.
“Ab main…” unki awaaz tuti. Maine unhe aur andar liya, taange kaskar. Condom ke andar unka lund phoola, dhakke gehre aur chhote hue, aur woh meri gardan mein munh daal kar utar gaye. Main unke kaanpe hue kandhon ko thaame rahi jab tak unki saans lambi na ho.
Thodi der hum aise hi rahe. Uska lund ab bhi andar tha, condom bhar chuka tha. Mez ki kinare meri nangi kamar ke neeche chipchipa thi. Unhone dheere bahar nikala, condom utar kar tissue mein lapeta, aur kude dani mein daal diya. Main abhi bhi khuli baithi thi, chut dhimi dhimi sikudti.
Unhone meri panty uthayi, lekin pehle apni hatheli se meri thighs par jo geel thi use ponchha. Main hans di, thaki hui. “Yeh bhi manager wala kaam nahi tha.”
“Nahi tha,” unhone kaha, aur meri kurti mujhe pakdai. Main bra pehne, kurti neeche ki, stole kandhe par daali. Leggings chadhate hue meri ungliyan kaanp rahi thin, lekin kapde wapas theek baithe.
Harish ne shirt ke button lagaye, belt kasi, baal hatheli se kiye. Cabin phir se unki si lagti thi, bas meri lipstick unke gale ke paas ek dhundhli si lakir thi. Maine ungli se woh nishaan mitaya. Unhone meri kalaai pakad kar chhoda nahi, ek pal, phir chhod diya.
Phone ab bhi mez ke kone par tha. Maine uthaya. Screen par time dikha, shaam ke saat ke aaspaas. Khidki ke bahar Nagpur ke flyover ki battiyaan jag mag thi. Hum dono chup chap saans le rahe the, jaise abhi bhi kisi slide ka last line padh rahe hon.
Sidhi se neeche utri
Tab hi darwaze par knock hui. Ek, phir do. Deepa ki awaaz aayi, accounts wali, jo roz cab pool karti thi. “Sir, neeche gaadi nikal rahi hai. Aap aa rahe ho?”
Harish meri taraf dekhe, phir darwaze ke kareeb gaye, poora nahi khola. “Tum log nikal lo. Main late hun.” Deepa ne theek hai kaha, heels corridor mein dur chali gayi, lift ki ghanti dur se sunayi di.
Maine stole kasi. Unhone mera naam nahi liya, bas darwaza itna khola ki main nikal sakun. Corridor khali tha, AC ki thandi hawa chehre par lagi. Main lift ki taraf nahi gayi. Sidhi ke darwaze ko dhakka diya aur geeli si steps se neeche utarne lagi, har manzil par apni saans ko chhupaati hui, jab tak ground floor ki bheed aur nagpur ki shaam dono ek saath na khul gaye.