Main Chandigarh ke society terrace par amma ke money plant ko paani de raha tha jab Shalini aunty ne can ke muh par apna haath rakh diya. Tiles ab bhi garam thi. Neeche parking se scooters ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Bharat ke is planned shehar ki shaam dheere dheere dhal rahi thi, lekin dhoop poori tarah utri nahi thi.
Unhe iktaalis saal hue hain. Amma ki college ki saheli hain, do manzil neeche flat mein rehti hain, koi khoon ka rishta nahi. Main chhabbees ka hoon. Roz shaam yahi paani wala chakkar hai, phir neeche doston ke saath khana. Aaj unhone woh chakkar kaat diya.
“Aaj neeche mat utro. Kitty party cancel kar doon, ya tum yahin raho? Seedha jawab do, Tushar.” Unki awaaz mein koi mazaak nahi tha. Can se paani unke haath par tapak raha tha.
Maine can ko tiles par rakh diya. “Yahin rahunga. Kitty cancel karo.” Itna kehte hi unka chehra badal gaya, jaise unhone socha nahi tha ki main ruk jaunga.
Paani ka can beech mein ruka
Shalini aunty ne pair peeche kiya, phir aage. Light blue cotton kurta hawa se chipak rahi thi. White salwar ki nara thodi dheeli dikh rahi thi. Dupatta unhone neeche ghar mein chhod diya tha. “Phir se paani mat chalu karna. Amma ko kuch mat bolna.”
Woh meri taraf aayin aur ek pal ke liye ruk gayin. “Agar mann nahi hai to can uthao aur lift pakad lo.” Jawab mein sir nahi hila. “Mann hai. Main yahin hoon.”
Unhone meri grey t-shirt ka kinaara pakda aur tanki ki deewar ke saaye mein kheench liya, jahan doosre block se seedha nazar nahi padta. Hindustan ki garmi unki gardan par chamak rahi thi, meri gardan par bhi.
Pehla chumma jaldi ka tha, daanton se, jaise time kam ho. Uske baad doosra dheema pada. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin uska haath meri kamar par kasa hua tha. Paani wala can peeche tiles par pada tha, muh se ab bhi ek boond gir rahi thi.
Shalini aunty hamesha chhote hukm deti hain. Aaj bhi wohi andaaz tha, bas baat paani ki nahi thi. “Shirt nikaalo. Yahan koi nahi aata saat baje se pehle.” Grey t-shirt tanki ki patli ledge par rakh di. Hawa meri peeth par lagi, uski ungliyan meri chhati par phir gayin.
Tanki ke peeche hum akele the, lekin neeche lift ki khankhanahat kabhi kabhi aa jati thi. Uski saans meri gardan par garam thi. Light blue kurta ke pehle do button pehle se khule the, teesra usne khud khola, jaise faisla ab peeche nahi hatega.
Meri taraf se bhi ek practical dar tha. Amma aath baje ke aaspaas poochhti hai paani ho gaya ya nahi. Usse pehle yeh pal khatam hona tha. Shalini aunty ko yeh pata tha, isliye unki jaldi mein bhi ek hisaab tha.
Kurta upar sarakne par uski bra safed dikhi, thin strap kandhe se thoda utra hua. Maine strap ko aur neeche saraka. Uski chhati haath ke neeche naram thi, nipple garam tha. Woh meri black shorts ki elastic mein ungli daal kar ruk gayi, meri aankhon mein dekha, phir andar se mera lund pakad liya.
“Itne din se yahi dekhte ho jab main terrace par kapde sukhati hoon,” usne kaha, awaaz low. “Aaj jawab de diya, ab haath mat khinchna.” Shorts ke andar uski pakad tez thi, upar neeche, geeli nahi, lekin mazboot. Meri ungliyan uski kamar par gayin, salwar ki nara dhoondti hui.
Woh meri thighs ke beech apni thighs ragadti rahi, kurta ab kamar tak uthi hui. Chumma uske gale par gaya, phir uski chhati par. Uski aankhen khul kar band hui. “Bas itna. Hath se nikaal do. Phir mujhe kitty ke liye utarna hai.” Yeh uska pehla plan tha, saaf, jaise meeting postpone karni ho.
Us hisaab se meri shorts thodi aur neeche khiski, mera lund uski mutthi mein aa gaya. Woh khadi ho kar hilane lagi, tanki ki thandi deewar meri peeth par. Main uski nara kholne hi wala tha ki usne sir hilaya. “Nara mat kholo abhi. Time nahi.”
Us mode mein sab kuch haath aur kapdon ke upar se chal raha tha. Uski geeli saans meri collarbone par toot rahi thi. Main uski chut ko salwar ke upar se dabane laga, kapda geela ho chuka tha. Woh meri kalaai pakad kar dabaaye rakha, jaise kehti ho yahi kaafi hai aaj.
Kitty wali call ne rasta palta
Kurta ki pocket se phone baja. Vibration uski kamar ke paas lagi, phir dubara. Shalini aunty ne haath chhoda, screen dekhi. Rekha ka naam tha. Kitty wali call, bilkul us waqt jab unka pehla plan haath tak simatna tha.
Thumb green button ke upar ruka. Neeche parking mein koi horn baja, terrace ki railing ka shadow lambe ho chuka tha. “Agar utar gayi to tum wapas can uthana,” usne kaha, lekin button dabaya nahi. Ek lambi saans li, call cut ki, phir silent on kar diya.
Phone wapas pocket mein gaya. Faisla badal chuka tha. “Ab haath kaafi nahi. Rekha wait kare. Main abhi nahi utarungi.” Nara usne khud kholi. White salwar ankles tak gir gayi. Ek pair chappal se bahar nikaal kar salwar ko ek taang se free kiya, doosri taang par kapda atka raha.
Yeh pehle wale sequence jaisa nahi tha. Ab uski chut kapde ke peeche nahi thi. Safed panty geeli thi, usne woh bhi ek taraf sarka di. Maine shorts ghutnon tak utaar di. Mera lund uski pet ke neeche teza tha. Tanki ke saaye ne chehre chhupa rakhe the, lekin dono ke pair ab bhi chappal aur tiles par the.
Uski ungliyon ne mera lund dubara pakda, is baar seedha, bina kapde ke. “Andar. Dheere, koi chillaye to sunai dega.” Meri do ungliyan pehle uski chut par phisli, phir andar gayin. Woh geeli thi, garam thi, aur uski kamar meri kalaai ke peeche hilne lagi. Uski aankhen meri taraf khuli rahi.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Ungliyan nikaal kar maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par rakha. Pehle dhakke par sirf thoda ghusa. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kas gayin. Doosre dhakke par woh aur khuli. Teesre par main andar tak chala gaya. Uski saans ek baar atki, phir nikal gayi.
Deewar uski peeth ke peeche thi, meri banh uske kandhon ke upar. Khade khade chudai ki rhythm chhoti thi, kyunki salwar ek taang ko pakde thi aur koi bhi tez awaaz neeche tak ja sakti thi. Har dhakka uski chut ko geela chhodta, meri pet uski pet se takrati. Woh meri gardan mein daant lagati, phir chhod deti.
“Zor kam, andar hi raho,” uski awaaz meri skin par toot rahi thi. Main uski ek taang ko apni kamar par uthane mein madad karta, taaki lund uski chut mein gehra rahe. Uski thighs kaap rahi thin. Paani ki boond peeche ab bhi can se gir rahi thi, jaise koi clock na ho, sirf tapak.
Shalini aunty ke baal mere muh se chipak rahe the, gandhe hue, maathe par. Uski bra ab bhi ardha utri thi, nipple meri chhati se ragad kha raha tha. Main uski chut ke upar wale hisse ko apne pet se ragadta, kyunki uske muh se ek halki si awaaz aa rahi thi jo rukti nahi thi.
Woh meri kalaai pakad kar apni chut ke upar le gayi. “Yahan. Yahi daba.” Meri ungli uski geeli ganth par ghoomti rahi jab lund andar bahar hota raha. Uski aankhen bhar aayin, lekin rona nahi tha. “Tushar, ab nikalna mat. Kitty baad mein.”
Neeche koi bachcha cricket ki ball ko deewar se mar raha tha. Thok, thok. Us awaaz ke beech meri dhakke uski chut mein chhupe rahe. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaapti. Main uske baal ek taraf karta, uska kaan chumta, aur uski chut ko aur kholta.
Usne meri peeth khujlai, phir meri gaand par haath maar kar mujhe andar khincha. “Is baar poora.” Mera lund uski chut ki diwar se ragad kha raha tha, geela awaaz chhoti thi lekin saaf. Uski thighs meri kamar par kasti thin, chhodti thin, phir kasti thin.
Garmi ab dono ki peeth par paseena bana chuki thi. Kurta uske pet par guchha ho kar atki thi. Main uski chhati muh mein le kar choosta, itna ki uski ungli mere baal mein phans jaye. Uski chut mera lund ko nichodti, jaise jawab ab bhi short hukm hi ho.
“Main aane wali hoon,” usne kaha, bina naatak ke. Meri ungli uski ganth par tez hui, lund andar atka raha. Uski saans toot kar meri gardan par giri. Uski chut ne baar baar kasa, paani jaisa geela meri jangh par bahne laga. Woh meri shirt ki jagah, jo ledge par thi, nahi, meri nangi peeth ko pakad kar rahi.
Uske baad bhi usne mujhe nikaalne nahi diya. “Tum bhi. Andar nahi, bahar nikalna mat abhi, bas… yahi.” Main uski chut mein tez hua, chhote dhakkon se, taaki awaaz control rahe. Uski aankhen dubara khuli. Mera lund tight ho kar dhadka, cum uski chut ke muh par aur uski thighs par girne laga, kuch andar ke kinaare par bhi lag gaya.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Tanki ki deewar ab thandi nahi lag rahi thi. Uski chut se geela meri jangh par dheere dheere khisk raha tha. Main abhi bhi uske andar tha, kamzor, lekin uski taang meri kamar par hi thi. Phone silent pocket mein pada tha, screen andheri.
Woh meeting ke liye utri
Shalini aunty ne pehle taang utari. Salwar uthayi, nara bandhi, panty ko geele hote hue bhi sahi kiya. Kurta ke button upar se bandhe, strap kandhe par wapas chadha. Chappal mein pair kiya jaise koi roz ka kaam khatam hua ho. Mere cum ki ek dhaar uski inner thigh par ab bhi thi, usne kurta se dhak diya.
“Kitty cancel nahi hui. Der se jaungi. Rekha ko bolungi lift atak gayi.” Yeh keh kar usne mera grey t-shirt ledge se uthaya aur mere haath mein thama. Shorts main khud uthane laga. Can wahi pada tha, money plant ki mitti sookh rahi thi.
Woh seediyan ki taraf gayi, railing pakdi, ek baar mud kar dekha. Koi lambi baat nahi ki. Sirf itna, “Kal paani tum hi dena. Main late aaungi.” Phir woh utar gayi, chappal ki thap thap do manzil neeche chalti rahi.
Maine t-shirt pehni, shorts ki elastic sahi ki, can uthaya. Aakhri money plant ko paani diya. Neeche doston wala khana ab nahi hona tha, kitty wali shaam bhi uski der se shuru honi thi. Lift ki ghanti neeche bajayi kisi aur ne. Main terrace par raha, can khali karta, unke peeche nahi gaya.