Mixer ka last fader maine neeche sarka diya aur stand se uth khada hua. Tanisha booth ke kaanch darwaze ke paas dupatta kandhe par theek kar rahi thi, jaane ke liye taiyar.
Shaam ka light Visakhapatnam ke college campus par dhal raha tha. India ke is coastal sheher mein cultural fest ki pehli raat thi, aur media block ke radio booth se hum live show khatam kar chuke the.
“Show sahi gaya,” maine halki awaaz mein kaha. “Main light band karta hoon. Tu pehle nikal.”
Usne kadam nahi uthaya. “Raghav.” Naam aisa bola jaise koi script nahi thi. “Main nahi jaana chahti. Abhi nahi.”
Switch par meri ungli ruki. “Kya hua? Koi line reh gayi kya?”
“Line nahi.” Usne ek lambi saans li. “Recording ke dauran jab maine tera wrist pakda, woh timing nahi thi. Main jaanboojhkar pakda. Do hafte se yahi kehna tha, is booth se nikalne se pehle.”
Main postgraduate batch ka student tha, teiis saal ka. Tanisha meri hi college ki adult student thi, baais saal ki. Hum dono samajhte the ki campus radio khel nahi hai, phir bhi uski aankhen bilkul seedhi thi.
Booth ke andar uska izhaar
Tanisha ne aage badhkar meri shirt ka kora pakda. “Haan. Yahin. Door mat ja.”
Uski ungliyon ki garmi kapde ke through utri. Maine uska kora nahi chhoda, balki usko mixer ke kinare tak kheench liya, jahan abhi bhi chhoti red light tapak rahi thi. Honth pehle halki takkar hue, phir usne mere neeche wale honth ko daant se dabaaya jaise koi last announcement khud kaat rahi ho.
Dupatta floor par gir gaya. Kurti ke pehle do button usne khud khole, teesra maine. Cream kapda kandhon se sarakte hi uski bra ki patti dikhi, kaali, patli. Campus ke is band kamre mein AC ki thand uski skin par phaili, aur uske nipple kapde ke peeche kade ho gaye.
Jeans ki zip meri taraf khulwaate hue usne kaha, “Jaldi mat kar, lekin ruk bhi mat.” Baat chhoti thi, saaf thi. Maine uski jeans hips tak utaari. Uske neeche black underwear thi, already geeli. Meri ungliyon ne cotton ko side kiya, uski chut garam aur slippery mili.
Woh mixer ke kinare baith gayi, taangein mere kamar ke round. College t-shirt maine sar ke upar se nikaali. Uska haath meri belt par gaya, phir zipper par, phir andar. Mera lund uski mutthi mein bhari cheez ki tarah uth khada hua. Usne halke se masla, naakhun se nahi, sirf gili h palmon se.
“Itne din se yeh booth itna chhota kyun lag raha tha,” usne kaha, saans todte hue. Maine uske gale par munh rakha, collarbone tak chuma, phir bra ko upar sarka kar uske boobs ko muh mein liya. Uski aankhen band hui, lekin haath mere baal mein kas gaya.
Do ungliyan uski chut mein dheere gayi. Woh geeli itni thi ki entry par awaaz bhi aayi, chhoti si, jo foam walls ne nigal li. Tanisha ne meri kalai pakad kar rhythm khud set kiya, kab tez, kab ruk. Meri jeans ghutnon tak atki rahi. Sneakers maine pehle hi latak kar ek kone mein thel diye the, kyunki nikalne ka irada ab toot chuka tha.
Usne mujhe aur kareeb khincha, mera lund uski chut ki silat par ragda. Head ke neeche ki nami uski fold par phisli. Hum dono ko pata tha kaanch wala darwaza corridor ki taraf hai, lekin us pal sirf mixer ke buttons uski peeth mein chubh rahe the, aur woh hasi, “Yeh fader ab kisi aur kaam ka nahi.”
Maine underwear side karke uske against dabaaye rakha. Woh khud ko thoda aur kholti, taang meri kamar par kasti. Honth phir mile, is baar geele, tez. College fest ki dhoom door se aa rahi thi, lekin booth ke andar sirf hamari saans thi aur ek chhoti si beep jo mixer ne galti se di.
Uski bra poori tarah khul chuki thi. Maine uske boobs ko dono hathon se dabaya, thumbs se nipples ghumaye. Tanisha ka sar peeche gaya, gale ki lakeer nazar aayi. “Muh yahin rakh,” usne kaha, aur maine uske left nipple ko daant ke kinaare se dabaya. Uski chut meri ungliyon par aur bhi tight ho gayi.
Jeans ko usne ek taang se poora latka diya. Doosri taang meri kamar par hi rahi. Main uske bilkul beech mein khada tha, lund uski geeli skin par, entry ke ek inch pehle. Uski aankhen khuli, seedhi meri taraf. Koi extra baat nahi hui. Sirf uska haath mere lund par aaya, head ko uski chut ke muh par set kiya.
Bahar torch ghumi
Tabhi corridor mein lohe ki jaali khadkhadai. Ek safed torch ki dhar frosted kaanch par phisli, lambi, phir ruk kar dobara ghumi. Keshava watchman ki suki awaaz aayi, “Kaun hai andar? Light kyun jal rahi hai? Fest ki line is taraf aa rahi hai.”
Hum chipak kar ruk gaye. Mera lund ab bhi uski chut ke bahar, geela, dhadakta. Tanisha ne meri shirt nahi, mere kandhe ko pakda. Torch phir ghumi. Silhouette agar saaf hoti to do bodies mixer par dikhti.
“Yahan nahi,” usne kaan ke paas phusphusaya. “Kaanch hai. Andar cubicle. Abhi.”
Pehle wala faisla toot gaya. Console par khade khade poora karna ab possible nahi tha. Maine jeans upar kheench kar adhuri zip ki, uski kurti uske haath mein thama di. Inner announcer cubicle ka mota darwaza teen kadam door tha, bina khidki, foam se bhara. Hum uske andar ghusey, darwaza dheere band kiya, latch andar se ghumaya.
Cubicle chhota tha, ek hi chair, mic stand ek kone mein. Bahar torch ek baar aur kaanch par maari gayi, phir Keshava ke chappal door chale. “Theek hai, band lag raha hai,” usne khud se kaha, aur jaali par taala nahi diya, sirf daant diya.
Ab rasta wahi nahi tha. Tanisha chair par baith gayi, taangein khol kar. Kurti usne cubicle ke hook par daal di, bra wahi giri. Meri jeans is baar poori utri. Uski underwear ek side kheench kar usne khud hata di. Chair ki plastic peeth uski nangi peeth se satti.
Main uske saamne ghutnon nahi, khada hua. Usne mera lund phir pakda, muh ke kareeb laya, ek lambi si chat ki, sirf itni ki saliva phail jaaye, phir khud ko edge par sarkaaya. “Ab yahan. Bahar wali jagah nahi.”
Maine uski thighs uthayi. Uski chut khuli hui thi, geeli, waiting. Lund ko uski fold ke beech rakha, dheere andar diya. Pehla inch usne saans rok kar liya, doosra inch uski kamar ne aage kheench kar maanga. Poora jab baitha to dono ek pal ke liye ruk gaye, isliye nahi ki koi shak tha, balki isliye ki cubicle ki deewar bhi hamari dhadkan sun sakti thi.
Phir movement shuru hui, chhoti, controlled. Chair ne ek baar chheen ki awaaz di, maine usko floor par dabaye rakha apne pair se. Tanisha ke boobs meri chest se takraate. Uski chut har dhakke par mera lund ko kheenchti, chhodti. Main uske gale ke side par munh rakh kar choda, tez nahi, gahra.
“Awaaz mat nikal,” usne khud se kaha, phir meri ungli apne honth par rakh li. Uske daant meri skin par pade jab main andar tak gaya. Cubicle ki hawa garam ho chuki thi. Uski saans meri hathon ke against phooti.
Maine uski kamar pakad kar angle badla, thoda upar, taaki har baar uski chut ke upar wala naram hisa meri pubic bone se ragde. Tanisha ki taang meri peeth par kasti gayi. Uski aankhen geeli thi, lekin rone wali nahi, bhar jaane wali. College ke is chhote padde wale kamre mein hum akele the, aur woh akelapan hi ab sex ko chalata tha.
Usne meri peeth par naakhun phere, neeche, phir meri gaand ke upar wale hisse par. Main aur andar gaya. Uski chut tight thi, geeli itni ki meri thighs tak nami bahne lagi. Koi mechanical hisaab nahi tha, sirf uska “wahin rakh” aur mera jhukna.
Bahar door se dhol ki pehli thapak aayi, abhi door. Cubicle ke andar us thapak ne rhythm de di. Maine usi beat par choda, gahra, ruk kar, phir gahra. Tanisha ne apna ek haath apni chut ke upar le jaakar khud ko masla, mera lund ke saath, do ungliyan clit par. Uski body ki tarah uski saans bhi tootne lagi.
“Main aane wali hoon,” usne daant ke peeche kaha. Maine speed nahi badhayi, sirf pressure. Uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Chut ne mera lund ko baar baar jhakjhora. Woh muh meri hathon par daba kar aayi, geeli, tight, lamba kaanp. Chair ne doosri chheen di, phir chup.
Uske baad bhi main andar tha. Tanisha ne meri gardan nahi, mera chehra pakda. “Tu bhi. Andar mat. Bahar.” Maine nikaala, uski pet par lund rakh kar haath se tez kiya. Woh dekhiti rahi. Cum uski nahi par, uski pet ki skin par gira, garam dhaage. Usne ungli se chhua, phir hasi, thaki hui, saaf.
Hum kuch pal aise hi rahe, uski taangein meri kamar par dheeli, meri maatha uske kandhon se sata. Cubicle mein ab sirf hamari saans thi aur mic stand ki thandi smell. Kurti hook se utari. Bra usne pehle daali, phir kapda. Maine underwear aur jeans uthaye. Shirt ke button galat hole mein chale gaye, pata bhi nahi chala.
Dhol ke saath nikalna pada
Bahar Bharat ke student fest ki dhol media block ke corridor mein ghunj uthi, itni kareeb ki foam bhi kaamp utha. Kai awaazein saath thi, taaliyan, kisi ke jooton ki daud. Phir bahar wale kaanch par mutthi padi.
“Tanisha aa ja!” Malini ki awaaz thi, meri hi batch ki. “Float nikal raha hai, radio walo ka. Tu host hai na aaj. Poori line khadi hai.”
Tanisha ki aankhen meri taraf uthin, ab script wapas aa rahi thi. Dupatta usne jaldi gale mein daala. Chappal darwaze ke paas hi the. Maine latch khola. Outer booth mein red light ab bhi tapakti thi, mixer waisa hi, jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Malini ke saath do aur students corridor mein the, fest ke badges pehne. Unhone Tanisha ko dekhte hi kheench liya, “Arre makeup bhi nahi, chalo yaar, dhol nahi rukegi.” Woh meri taraf palat kar dekhi, bas ek pal, koi waada nahi, koi next slot nahi. Phir bheed ne usko float ki taraf dhakel diya.
Cubicle ke darwaze ke peeche main do minute ruka, taaki unki line nikal jaaye. Shirt ab bhi ulti si lagi, ek button khali. Sneakers pehne, mixer ki red light jaise ki chhodi. Keshava ki torch ab doosri side thi.
Corridor se nikalte hi Visakhapatnam ke college campus ki raat poori khuli hui thi, flags, dhol, bheed. India ke is coastal fest ki awaaz ne booth ko peeche chhod diya. Tanisha float ke upar mic pakde hue thi, dupatta hawa mein, meri taraf nazar nahi feri. Main doosri katar se bheed mein mil gaya, galat button wale t-shirt ke saath, aur dhol ne baaki sab daba diya.
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