Main right joota ke lace ko khinch raha tha jab Sonal ne brush rang ke tin ke andar de mara. Udaipur ki terrace ki floor ab bhi garmi se tapak rahi thi. Bharat ke Rajasthan mein shaam der se narmi laati hai, lekin pathar ki deewar raat tak tapti rehti hai.
“Deewar ho gayi. Joshi ko bata dunga. Main nikalta hoon,” maine kaha, kamar par haath rakh ke.
Uski neeli ungliyan kurta ke pallu par lagi thin. Woh do kadam aage aayi, ruk gayi, phir pallu ko uski kamar se khola aur dobara bandh diya jaise koi baat atki ho.
“Ek baat bolun? Aaj tujhe sirf paint ke liye nahi bulaya.”
Lace meri ungliyon se chhoot gaya. “Phir kis liye?”
Uski aankhen seedhi meri taraf thin, koi hansi nahi. “Main chahti hoon tu meri gaand mein aaj ghus jaaye. Hafte se yahi ghum raha hai. Ready hai to joota utar. Nahi to nikal ja.”
Uske munh se nikli maang ne joota rok diya
Left joota pair ke paas pada hi reh gaya. Maine right wala bhi dhakel diya. Sonal ne koi lamba vaada nahi kiya, bas mera t-shirt ka hem pakad kar apni taraf kheench liya, aur uske honth meri gardan par pad gaye, namak aur turpentine ki halki smell ke saath.
Jeans ka button maine khud khola kyunki rang wali ungliyan zip par phisal rahi thin. Kurta usne sir ke upar se nikaala, uske boobs ke neeche ab bhi pasine ki lakeer thi, black shorts ke nadu ko maine khincha to woh shorts ghutnon tak utar aayi. Chappal pehle se hi darwaze ke paas thi.
Terrace ki half-drawn curtain hawa se hil rahi thi. India ke is purane shehar ki hawa upar tez thi, neeche gali mein scooter ki speed ki bheed thi, lekin yahan sirf rang ki teekhi smell thi. Maine uski thighs ke andar haath phelaaya. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, mere do ungliyon par chipak gayi.
“Yahan khadi khadi mat kar,” usne kaha, saans todte hue. “Deewar abhi chipchipi hai.”
Hum dono rang ke tin ke peeche wali chatai par gir gaye. Maine uske nipple ko muh mein liya, dheere, phir zor se, jab uski kamar meri taraf uthne lagi. Mera lund jeans ke andar se nikal chuka tha, garam, uski pet par lag raha tha. Usne apna ek haath neeche bheja, mere lund ko pakda, do baar upar neeche kiya, phir ruki.
“Pehle muh. Phir wahi jo maine kaha.”
Main uski thighs ke beech khiska. Uski chut par zubaan rakhte hi uski ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gain. Geela pan meetha nahi, namkeen tha, din bhar ki mehnat ka. Maine clit ko chusa, do ungliyon ko andar tak bheja, uski gaand ke ched ko abhi sirf ungli ke pad se chhua. Woh kas gayi, lekin hatayi nahi.
“Haan… wahi. Tel le, shelf par hai.”
Hair oil ki shishi chatai ke sirhane rakhne ki jagah se uthi, dhakkan maine daanton se khola. Tel meri ungliyon par bahaa, phir uski gaand ke ched par. Pehli ungli dheere ghusti, doosri ke liye usne khud ghutne aur khole. Uski saans meri gardan par garam thi.
Mera lund uski chut ke muh par ragda, andar nahi, bas geela karne ko. Woh meri shirt ke kandre se kheench rahi thi. Shirt maine sir ke upar se nikaal kar chatai ke kone par phenk di. Ab dono nange the, sirf uske kan par ek chhota jhumka baaki tha.
Khadi hokar usne deewar ke dry hisse ko haath lagaya, phir sir ghumaaya. “Yahan se. Tu peeche. Lekin dheere, pehli baar hai yeh tere saath.”
Maine uski kamar pakdi. Lund ka sir uski gaand ke ched par rakhte hi woh ek lamha kasi, phir saans chhod kar khuli. Tel ki wajah se sir andar chala, tight, garam, itna ki meri lambi saans atak gayi. Poora nahi, bas itna jitna uski mutthi si pakad thi.
Neeche se jo sawal utha
Tab courtyard se awaaz aayi, moti, jaani pehchani. “Sonal beta, deewar sookhi? Main colour dekhne aaun kya?”
Hum dono jaise pathar ho gaye. Mera lund abhi adhoora andar tha. Sonal ne muh deewar se hataaya, awaaz seedhi neeche bheji, saaf, tez.
“Abhi nahi, Joshi ji. Rang haath pe laga hai. Kal mat aana, abhi band rakho neeche.”
Neeche khamoshi hui, phir ek darwaza banda. Terrace par hawa wapas chali. Maine nikalna chaaha kyunki khade khade yeh ab safe nahi lag raha tha, lekin usne peeche haath bhej kar meri ran pakad li.
“Bahar nahi. Andar chal. Charpai par. Jo maanga tha, wahi, lekin ab jaldi nahi.”
Yahi faisla pehle wale se alag tha. Khadi deewar par jhatka nahi, kamre ke andar ruk kar. Hum chatai se uthhe. Main joote uthane jhuka to usne sir hilaya, unhe wahin chhod diya. Inner room ki khidki par curtain adhkhuli thi, maine kheench kar band ki, kundi andar se chadhai. Charpai creak hui jab Sonal pet ke bal leti, takiya pakad kar.
Tel ki shishi usne khud pheri, is baar zyada, apni gaand ke ched par, phir mere lund par muh se ek baar leke geela kiya. “Ab ghus. Rukna mat beech mein, bas zor se mat.”
Maine ghutne charpai par gamaye. Lund ka sir dubara uski gaand mein laga, is baar angle seedha tha. Andar jaate jaate uski kamar kaamp si, lekin usne peeche se meri ran dabaaye rakha. Poora lund dheere dheere ghusa, meri balls uski gaand ke gosht se takrayin. Tight itna ki nikalna bhi mehnat tha.
Pehle dhakke chhote the. Har dhakke par uski saans takiye mein dabti. Maine apna ek haath uski chut par rakha, clit ko ungli se gol kiya, doosra haath uske kandhon ke paas takiya ke paas. Uski gaand meri har harkat par kas ti, phir khulti.
“Aur andar… haan, wahi.”
Maine pace badhaya, lekin lamba nahi kiya pehle. Charpai ki lakdi taal de rahi thi. Uski thighs mere hips ke dono taraf kasin. Jab maine thoda khinch kar dubara poora mara, uske muh se ek gehli awaaz nikli, dard si, phir maza. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule.
Mera lund uski gaand ke andar garam ho raha tha, tel ab foam sa lag raha tha. Maine jhuk kar uske kandhon par muh rakha, uske baal mere honthon se chipke, neeli lakiron ke saath. Usne peeche haath ghumaaya, meri balls ko chhua, phir chhod diya jaise bas confirm kar rahi ho ki main abhi bhi wahi hoon.
“Zor ab de. Main bolungi ruk.”
Dhakke tez hue. Uski gaand ki tightness har baar meri kamar ko kheenchti. Maine uski chut mein do ungliyan ghusaadin, geeli, aur un ungliyon ke taal par peeche se mara. Woh takiya kaatne lagi daanton se. Paseena uski kamar ki lakeer se meri pet par behne laga.
Kabhi kabhi main nikalta, sirf sir bahar, tel ki dhaar dekhta, phir dubara poora ghusta. Uske nakhun charpai ke kinare par sange. Uski nipples gaddi se ragad kha rahi thin. Maine usko thoda uthaya, pet ke neeche haath dekar, taaki lund seedha uski gaand ke andar tak jaaye. Usne sir uthaya, peeche dekha, muh khula.
“Mat nikal ab. Andar hi rakh.”
Maine raha. Kamar chhoti chhoti harkaton se kaam kar rahi thi, poora khinchna band. Uski gaand mera lund ko daba rahi thi jaise nikalne na de. Clit par meri ungli tez hui, uski thighs kaampin, uski chut meri ungliyon ko chusne lagi. Woh ek saans mein do baar kudi, phir uski kamar kas kar ruk gayi, andar se spasms mere lund ke gird.
Itna tight hua ki main bhi nahi ruk saka. Mera cum uski gaand ke andar chhuta, garam, dhakke ke saath. Maine uski kamar pakde rakhi jab tak last drop nahi gaya. Woh pet ke bal leti rahi, lambi saans lete hue, meri balls ab uski thighs se chipki.
Nikalte waqt uski gaand ne ek baar aur kas liya, phir chhoda. Tel aur cum ki mix uski gaand ke ched se dheere bahi, uski thighs ke andar tak. Maine wahan haath phera, usne hataya nahi, bas takiya dabaaye rakha.
Charpai ke neeche joote
Hum kuch der waise hi pade rahe. Ceiling fan slow tha, uski pattiyon ki awaaz courtyard ki bheed se alag. Sonal ne karwat li, meri taraf, uski aankhen ab khuli thin, thaki, seedhi.
“Joote uthane mat.”
Aadat se left joota dhundhne ko meri nazar terrace wale darwaze ki taraf gayi, jahan lace ab bhi khula pada hoga. Maine uthne ko ek haath gaddi par gamaya. Sonal ne pehle meri kalai pakdi, phir khud uthi, nangi, jhumka abhi bhi kan mein. Terrace ke kone se dono joote uthaye, lace uljhe, rang ke chhitte ke saath, aur charpai ke neeche dhakel diye, itna andar ki unka naksha gayab ho gaya.
Woh wapas aayi, mere bagal mein baithi, apna ek haath meri pet par rakha. Switch board ke paas se usne terrace wala bulb bhi band kar diya, kamre ka chhota sa noor hi bacha. Main wapas gaddi par let gaya, joota nahi uthaya. Uski kamar meri bazu se satti, garam, abhi bhi tel si.