Jacket ka last button abhi pura fit nahi hua tha ki meri team manager Meera Sen ne cabin ke darwaze par khade hokar meri taraf dekha.
“Samar, ek minute.”
Main nikalne hi wala tha. Client pitch khatam ho chuka tha, slides band thi, aur Hyderabad ke is software park ke seventh floor par sirf hum dono bache the. Yeh koi raat bhar ki duty nahi thi. Shaam dhal rahi thi, window se outer ring road ki bheed dikh rahi thi, aur meri bus ka time nikalta ja raha tha.
Meera navy shirt mein thi, sleeves folded, kaan ke paas chhota sa gold hoop. Uske baal aaj bun se thode khule the. Pitch ke dauran woh tez thi, sharp thi, har slide par client ko tok ti rahi. Ab uski aankhen meri jacket par atki thin, jaise button se badi koi baat atki ho.
“File table par hi rehne do,” usne kaha. “Woh kaam kal team ke saath hoga. Yeh uske baare mein nahi hai.”
Main ruk gaya. Bharat ke is sheher mein garmi abhi bhi shirt ke andar chipki thi. AC ki humming kam thi. Meera ne darwaza andar se band kiya, lock nahi kiya, bas click sunai diya. Woh manager thi meri, meri appraisal unhi ke haath mein thi, lekin uski awaaz mein koi order nahi tha.
“Main tujhe rok nahi rahi kyunki report pending hai,” usne seedha kaha. “Main rok rahi hoon kyunki main tujhe chahti hoon. Yeh job se alag hai. Agar tu nahi maanta to ja, koi farq nahi padega kaam par.”
Uski ungli meri jacket ke button par ruki, dabav nahi, sirf intezaar. Maine uska haath pakda. “Main bhi chahta hoon. Manager hone ke naate nahi.”
Uske honth pehle meri gardan par pade, phir muh par. Chumma gehra tha, garam tha, aur uski saans meri saans se takra gayi. Jacket mere kandhon se phisalti hue chair par giri. Main uski shirt ke pehle button par ungli rakh kar ruka, usne khud use khol diya.
Cabin ke sheeshe ke peeche
Blinds pehle se kheenche hue the, client meeting ke liye. Meera ki cream bra dikhi, uski chhatiyan tez saans se uth rahi thin. Maine cup hata kar nipple munh mein liya. Woh halki si karah uthi, baal mere balon mein ulajh gaye.
“Yahan, desk ke peeche mat,” usne kaha, saans todte hue. “Sofa. Woh corner camera se bahar hai, mujhe pata hai.”
Hum sofa tak hat te gaye. Usne meri belt kholi, zipper neeche sarka. Mera lund already tight tha, underwear geeli si ho chuki thi. Meera ne haath andar daal kar pakda, slow, jaise ab bhi soch rahi ho, phir muzhe dekh kar muskurayi.
“Itni der se dekh rahi thi na presentation mein,” usne kaha. “Tu slide padh raha tha, main tera gala dekh rahi thi.”
Maine uski trousers ki button kholi. Black fabric pairon se neeche utra. Uski thighs garam thin, panty ke kinare par gila nishan tha. Ungli se panty sarka kar maine uski chut ko chhua. Geeli thi, garam thi, aur uski kamar meri taraf khich aayi.
Do ungliyan andar gayi, dheere. Meera ne meri gardan daba kar rakha, honth mere kaan ke paas. “Aur. Bas yahi.” Main uski chut ke andar ghumata raha, thumb clit par. Uski saans barh gayi, nails meri shirt ke peeche chubhin.
Usne mujhe sofa par dhakka diya, khud ghutnon par aa gayi. Meri underwear neeche sarki. Uski zubaan pehle sir par lagi, phir pura lund munh mein liya. Garam, geela, aur uski aankhen upar meri taraf. Main uske baal bun se aur khol diya. Woh dheere chusti rahi, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar saans leti.
“Meera…” awaaz meri toot gayi.
Usne munh hataya, honth chamakte. “Ab andar. Condom drawer ke upar nahi, mere purse mein hai. Main laati hoon.”
Woh uth kar purse se packet nikaali, foil faadi, aur mere lund par chadha diya. Latex tight baitha. Main sofa se uth kar usko god mein lene laga, lekin jagah kam thi. Usne khud palat kar sofa ki peeth pakdi, kamar peeche ki, aur meri taraf dekha.
Hindustan ke is office floor par neeche traffic ki horn aa rahi thi, lekin cabin ke andar sirf hamari saansein thin. Maine uski chut ke kinare lund rakha, ruk kar uski nazar li. Usne peeche haath badha kar mujhe khincha. Main andar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do teen mein, jab tak poora baith gaya.
Uski chut ne kas diya. Garam, tight, aur har harkat par uski kamar lachakti. Maine uske kandhon ko pakda, phir uski kamar. Thrust pehle short the, phir gehre. Sofa ki back thodi si khisakne lagi, usne haath se rok li.
“Tez kar,” usne kaha, awaaz dabi. “Darwaza lock nahi hai, lekin koi nahi aayega. Floor khali hai.”
Maine tez kiya. Cham cham ki awaaz, uski chut se geeli si slurp, meri thighs uski thighs se takrati. Ek haath aage la kar maine uski chhati masli, nipple ungliyon ke beech. Woh karahne lagi, muh sofa ke cushion mein daba kar.
Palat kar usne mujhe neeche kiya. Ab woh upar thi, shirt adhkhuli, bra ek side sarki. Uski chut mere lund par baithi, dheere neeche, phir poori. Meera ki aankhen band hui, honth khule. Woh khud hili, pehle gol, phir seedha.
Main uski clit par angutha rakh kar ragadta raha. Uski thighs kaanpne lagin. “Abhi… yahi…” usne kaha, aur tight ho gayi, andar spasms, saans atki. Maine uski kamar pakad kar thame rakha jab tak woh dheeli nahi padi.
Thodi der dono ruke. Paseena uski gardan par chamka. Maine use chuma, namak sa taste. Phir usne mujhe khada kiya, khud mez ke kinare tak gayi, papers ek taraf sarkaaye, lekin unhe padha nahi. Palat kar mez par jhuki, pair thode khule.
Peeche se main phir andar gaya. Is angle par gehra laga. Meri ungliyan uski kamar par, uski chut meri har dhakke par pakad leti. Meera ne ek haath peeche badha kar meri thigh dabaayi. “Aur andar. Mat nikal.”
Maine nahi nikala. Thrust lambe ho gaye. Uski chhatiyan mez se ragad kha rahi thin, shirt ab bilkul khuli. Kabhi kabhi woh naam leti, kabhi bas saans. Mera lund tight condom ke andar dhadak raha tha, uttejna chadhti ja rahi thi.
Usne phir se kasi. Main ruka, bahar nikalne se bacha, phir dheere chalaya. Uski chut se geela pan thighs par behne laga. Main jhuka, uske kaan ke paas muh rakha. “Main nikalne wala hoon.”
“Nikal, andar condom mein,” usne kaha. Maine do tez dhakke diye, teesre par jama, aur utar gaya. Saans meri bhaagi hui thi, maathe par paseena. Thodi der hum waise hi rahe, main uski kamar par maatha tikaye.
Condom utar kar tissue se bandha, bin mein daala. Meera seedhi hui, bra theek kiya, shirt ke button lagane lagi, lekin ungliyan ab bhi kaanp rahi thin. Maine apni trousers uthayi, belt kasii. Jacket sofa par hi padi thi, us par uski lipstick ka halka nishan tha, honth wala nahi, baal wala sa powder.
Woh muskuraayi, thaki hui. “Kal standup mein normal baat hogi. Yeh wahan nahi aayega.” Main sir hilaya. Koi promise nahi maanga, na diya.
Pani cooler ke paas se maine do glass bhare. Ek usko diya, ek khud piya. Uski aankhen ab kam tez thin, lekin nazar meri shirt ke khule button par thi. Maine button lagaye. Kamra wapas office sa lagne laga, sirf sofa ki cushion tedhi thi.
Neeche utarte hue palat
Corridor mein jaate hue maine lift ka button dabaya. Display ne blink kiya, phir red line aa gayi. Neeche se guard ki siiti aayi, raat wali round ki pehli siiti, jo usually aath baje ke aas paas hoti hai. Watch pe saat unnees the. Round jaldi shuru ho gaya tha.
Meera cabin ke darwaze par khadi rahi, shirt sahi, chehra saaf. “Service stairs lo,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Main reception wali lift se nikalungi, alag time.”
Maine jacket uthayi. Lift ke saamne rukna ab possible nahi tha, siiti doosri baar baj chuki thi. Service stairs ki loh ki rail thandi lagi. Main teen floor utra, phir ruka kyunki pocket mein phone vibrate hua.
Screen par office cab wali message thi: gate par gaadi nikal chuki, last slot miss. Main normally neeche cutting chai leta, phir usi cab se ghar. Ab woh option khatam tha.
Back gate ki taraf nikalte hue HITEC ke is park ki hawa lagi, garmi kam, dhool zyada. Guard ne id card dekha, sir hilaya, poocha kuch nahi. Main sadak ke kinare bus stop ki taraf chal diya, chai ki dukaan ko bina rukey paar karta hua, kyunki agli bus saat pachees ki thi aur uske baad intervaal lamba tha.
Pocket mein ab bhi Meera ki baat ghum rahi thi, kaam se alag wali. Kal standup hoga, slides wapas khulengi, lekin aaj ki shaam bus ke kadam tak hi thi, aur main unhi kadamon par tha.