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Ritika jaane se ruki, mujhe andar khincha, terrace par sex kiya

7 min readHindi Sex Stories

Ritika ne right chappal ko pair ke panje par atkaaya aur terrace studio ki lohe ki kundi pakad li. Dupatta uske kandhon se fisalne laga tha, lekin jaane ka irada saaf tha. Maine mixer ke last fader ko neeche giraya, stand-fan ki dhaari dheemi ki, taaki woh seedhi utar sake.

“Auto wala neeche intezaar karega,” usne kaha. Awaaz mein jaldi thi, jaise koi bahana pehle se taiyar ho.

Maine sirf gardan hilayi. Aaj raat ka recording khatam ho chuka tha. Prayagraj ki yeh purani colony barah bajte hi so jaati hai, aur Bharat ke is maidan ki garmi chhat se ab bhi nahi utarti.

Kundi ghumaate hue woh ruki. Chappal ka talla threshold par tha, poora bahar nahi gaya. Cable ko roll karna maine band kiya, kyunki uska kadam wapas andaaz mein lauta.

“Vivek, ek baat hai.”

Uske honth sukhe the. Kurta ki button gale ke paas dhalli padh chuki thi, lekin uski aankhen seedhi meri taraf thi, bhaagti nahi.

“Kal subah wala counsellor slot maine khud cancel kar diya. Auto bhi nahi bulaya. Main isliye chappal pehen rahi thi kyunki mujhe lagta tha tu pehle nikal jaayega. Sach yeh hai, main jaana nahi chahti. Mujhe tu chahiye. Abhi. Yahi.”

Pichhli Diwali par bhi hum isi foam-lined kamre mein soye the, isliye baat nayi nahi thi. Nayi yeh thi ki jaane ka natak itna der chala. Maine joota jo pehenne hi wala tha, wapas tile par rakh diya.

“Agar tu rukti hai to main bhi yahin hoon. Nahi to tu nikal.”

Usne chappal wapas pair se utaari aur andar dhakel di. “Rukti hoon. Aur tu mujhe abhi chhod mat.”

Jo baat dabi thi woh nikal aayi

Kundi ke peeche wala hook maine upar kar diya, sirf itna ki hawa aati rahe, koi achanak na ghus aaye. Ritika ka dupatta mixer stand par gir gaya. Uske baal garmi se kaan ke peeche chipak rahe the.

Woh mere paas aayi to pehle meri shirt ki do button khuli. Uski ungliyan der se sochi hui thi, jaldi nahi. Maine uski kamar pakdi, cotton kurta ke neeche pasina tha, aur uski saans meri gardan par garm padne lagi.

“Itni der se daba ke rakha,” maine kaha.

“Isliye to ab nahi dabana.”

Usne chuma, pehle honth, phir meri jaw. Main uski thighs ke bahar se haath ghumaata hua kurta upar sarkaaya. Bra ka hook peeche tha, ek hi koshish mein khula. Uski body ki garmi stand-fan ki dheemi hawa se bhi nahi utri.

Jeans ki zip uski taraf se khuli. Maine uska haath apni belt par rakha, usne khud kholi. Mera lund kapdon ke andar se tight tha, uski hatti ne use nahi chhoda. Hum dono akele the, colony soyi hui thi, sirf door koi scooter ki speed nahi, koi awaaz nahi.

Kurta aur jeans ek kona bana ke padhe. Ritika ke nange kandhon par meri ungliyon ka nishan geela tha. Usne meri shirt poori utaar di, phir apna ek haath mere seene par rakh ke mujhe mixing desk ke kinare tak dhakela, kyunki peeche wala thin mattress abhi bhi dupatte ke neeche garm pada tha.

Desk ki edge thandi thi. Usne wahan kamar tikayi, meri gardan khinchi, aur kaha, “Yahin. Pehle yahin.”

Maine uski chut par haath rakha. Woh pehle se geeli thi, jaise izhaar se pehle hi uske andar faisla ho chuka ho. Meri ungliyon ko usne apni thighs ke beech dabaaye rakha, ek lamha, phir khol diya.

Jeans ki pocket se condom nikala. Packet ki aahat ke beech uski aankhen meri taraf thi. Maine lagaaya, usne lund ko pakad ke khud guide kiya, aur main dheere andar gaya.

Pehla dhakka lambi saans ke saath tha. Uski kamar desk se uthi, phir wapas lagi. Hindustan ki is raat ki garmi mein dono ki saansein jaldi milne lagi, alag alag nahi rahi.

Garmi mein hum dono nazdeek aaye

Usne meri peeth pakdi. Nakhun nahi gade, sirf dabav tha, jaise bolna nahi, rakhna ho. Main uski thighs uthata hua andar tak gaya, phir nikal ke wapas aaya, ek hi rhythm, jo uski awaaz se badalta raha.

“Tez mat kar abhi,” usne kaha, aur main ruk ke uski chut ke muh par hi hilaata raha. Geelapan glove par chamka. Phir usne khud kamar aage di, ishara saaf tha.

Dhakke uske hisaab se badhe. Desk ki copy-stand hilne lagi, ek pen gir ke tile par laga, humne uthaya nahi. Ritika ka sar peeche gaya, uske baal foam panel se chipke, uski aankhen band hui to bhi uska haath mere baal mein raha.

Main uske kandhon ko thoda utha ke apni taraf khincha, taaki desk ki edge uski kamar kaate nahi. Usne hans diya, woh halki si hansi jo recording mein kabhi nahi aati. “Yeh table meri dushman hai.”

“To mattress.”

Hum sarak ke us patle gaddhe par aaye jo guest ke liye pada rehta hai. Dupatta maine ek taraf sara diya. Ritika upar aa gayi, ghutne dono taraf, aur mere lund ko dubara andar liya. Is baar gehraai uske control mein thi.

Woh hilti rahi, pehle chhote dayre, phir lambe. Meri shirt ka ek palu ab bhi meri kalai se atka tha, maine nikaala nahi. Uski body ki chhaya stand-fan ki dhaari se kaatti ja rahi thi. Maine uski thighs ko pakad ke uske utarne ka timing apne dhakke se milaaya.

“Vivek…” sirf naam tha, koi lecture nahi. Maine uski chut ke upar wale hisse par apna angutha rakha, ghumaya, aur uski saans atak ke toot gayi. Woh meri chhati par jhuk gayi, daant meri skin par, kaat nahi, rakh.

Neeche se colony ka koi kutta bhauka, phir chup. Hum wahi rahe. Main uske neeche palat gaya, uski taangein meri kamar par lapeti, condom ke saath andar tak pelta raha. Uski aankhen is baar khuli rahi, dekhne ke liye, sharmaane ke liye nahi.

Uske honth mere kaan ke paas aaye. “Aur. Bas itna mat soch.”

Maine socha nahi. Dhakke bhari ho gaye, mattress ki silai ek jagah se khichne lagi. Uski chut ne pakad liya, chhoda, phir pakad liya. Meri ungliyon uski gaand ke upar wale naram hisse par thi, dabaav kam, saath zyada.

Woh kampi. Pehle pet, phir taangein. Maine uska haath apne seene par dabaye rakha jab tak uski lehar utar nahi gayi. Uske baad hi main tez hua, last dhakkon mein uski kamar ko apni taraf kheenchta hua, condom ke andar hi girta hua, bahar nahi.

Lambi saans dono ne alag alag li. Fan ki dhaari ab tez lagi, pehle nahi lagi thi. Ritika meri baanh par let gayi, nangi, lekin kapde paas hi the, koi bikhar ke door nahi gaya tha.

Maine condom utaar ke tissue mein lapeta, mixer ke peeche wale chhote bin mein daala. Woh dekhti rahi, sharm se nahi, hisaab se. Phir usne meri shirt uthai, mere kandhe par daali, button nahi lagayi.

“Main soch rahi thi tu nikal jaayega, isliye chappal pehle pehen li thi,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Ab mat nikal. Thodi der yahin.”

Maine haan mein gardan hilayi. Tile thandi thi, gadda garm, lekin irada yahi tha ki subah se pehle yahin aankh lage. Uski thighs meri taang par thi, uski saans meri collarbone par.

Seedhi par joote ki aahat

Pehle humein laga kutta dubara bhauka. Phir aahat saaf hui. Kachchi seedhi par joote, bhaari, ek-ek kadam, terrace ke tank ki taraf. Colony ka motor raat ko kabhi-kabhi chalta hai, pani aata hai to Shukla uncle khud check karne aa jaate hain.

Ritika ka sharir kas gaya. Maine uska dupatta uske seene par rakha, jeans uski taraf sarakaayi. Apni jeans maine khadi hote hue hi khinchi, zip upar ki, shirt ke do button jaldi lagaye, teesra chhuta reh gaya.

“Woh upar aa rahe hain,” usne phusphusaya. Panic nahi thi, hisaab tha. Counsellor wali awaaz wapas aa gayi, chhoti, saaf.

Kundi ke hook ko maine dheela chhoda tha. Tank wala kona hamare studio door se alag hai, lekin landing ek hi hai. Agar main yahin leta raha to unki aankhen pehle is lighted pane par padengi.

Ritika kapde lapet rahi thi, kurta ulat-pulat. Maine apne joote haath mein liye, pair mein nahi pehne, taaki tile par awaaz na ho.

“Tu andar se light bujha. Main neeche unhe tank ke dusre kone pe le jaata hoon.”

Usne sirf nod kiya, chappal haath mein dabaye. Jo thodi der pehle rukne ka irada tha, woh seedhi ki aahat ne kaat diya. Mattress par letna ab possible nahi tha.

Landing par main nange pair utra, joote still haath mein. Neeche se torch ki dhaari diwal par chali, kisi mard ki awaaz aa rahi thi, “Kaun jag raha hai upar? Motor start hua kya?”

Shukla uncle the, pehchaan ki kharash awaaz. Maine seedhi ke moad par unhe milne ke liye kadam tez kiye, is irade se ki woh studio ke pane tak na aayen. Peeche Ritika ka shadow light bujhte hi kaat gaya.

“Uncle, main hoon, Vivek. Pani check karne aaya tha, aap kyun takleef kar rahe hain? Chaliye is taraf, valve yahin hai.”

Unke joote ruke, phir meri taraf mude. Maine unhe tank ke opposite kone ki railing tak le chala, bina wapas mudhe. Upar wale kamre ka darwaza ab andhera tha, aur mera agla kaam yahi tha ki unhe wahi roke rakhu jab tak Ritika kapde pehen le.

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