Main joota baandh hi raha tha jab Sonal ne meri kalaai pakad li. “Ruk. Wahi wada yaad hai? Aaj sirf dawat, kuch aur nahi.” Uske ungliyon ka dabav tez tha, jaise woh khud bhi us wade par pakka nahi thi.
Hum Pune ke Kothrud wale is chhote flat mein khade the. India ke is shehar mein shaam jaldi dhal jaati hai, aur neeche gali se rickshaw ki ghanti baj rahi thi. Main uski aankhon mein dekha. “Wada yaad hai. Cousin ki sagai, do ghante, phir alag.”
Woh hans di. “Phir bhi tu meri kamar par haath rakhne wala tha.” Main haath hataane laga, lekin usne khud meri ungli apni kamar par rakh di. Kapde ke neeche uski skin garam thi. Us pal se pehle bhi hum dono jaante the ki last month terrace par jo hua tha, woh sirf galti nahi thi.
Usne kaha, “Agar tu chahe to abhi bhi ruk sakta hai. Main zabardasti nahi kar rahi.” Maine sir jhilaya. “Main bhi nahi rukna chahta.” Itna hi. Phir usne meri shirt ke pehle do button khole.
Wada tootne se pehle
Uske honth mere gale par pade. Main uski kamar kas ke pakda. Woh meri thighs ke beech ragadne lagi, jaise dawat ka time hi nahi tha. Main uski chut kapde ke upar se mahsoos kar raha tha, geeli si, garam. Usne meri jeans ka zip khola aur mera lund haath mein le liya.
“Itna tight kyun hai?” usne dheemi awaaz mein poocha. Main bola, “Kyunki tu ab bhi soch rahi hai ki hum sirf dost hain.” Usne mujhe choda nahi, pehle mera lund apne honthon se chuma, phir muh mein liya. Main sofa ke kinare baith gaya. Uske baal meri ungliyon mein ulajh gaye.
Woh dheere dheere chusti thi, kabhi ruk kar meri aankhon mein dekhti. Main uski gardan par haath rakha. India ke is garm mausam mein uski saans tez ho gayi thi, aur ceiling fan ki hawa bhi kaafi nahi pad rahi thi. Main uski shirt utaar di. Uski breasts meri hatheliyon mein bhar gayi.
Usne muh chhoda aur kaha, “Ab tu kar.” Main usko sofa par litaya. Uske panty ke kinare se ungli ghusayi. Uski chut itni geeli thi ki ungli asani se andar chali gayi. Woh kamar uthayi. Main do ungliyan andar ki, uski clit par anguthe se dabaya.
“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Main neeche gaya, uski chut chatne laga. Uski thighs mere kandhon par tight ho gayi. Woh mere baal kheench rahi thi. Main uski chut ki foldon ke beech zubaan ghumata raha, kabhi clit pe ruk kar choosta.
Tab hi darwaze par knock hui. Ek baar, phir tez. Hum dono ruk gaye. Sonal ki aankhen badi ho gayi. Main kapde theek karne laga, lekin usne mera haath rok liya.
Beech mein woh dastak
Bahar se cousin ka bhai bola, “Vikram bhai, Sonal didi, gaadi khadi hai. Papa bol rahe hain late mat hona.” Main jawab dene uthne laga. Sonal ne meri kamar se pakda. Usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Bol de bukhar hai. Hum nahi aa rahe.”
Yahi woh misunderstanding thi. Humne socha tha dawat humein bacha legi, ki logon ke beech hum wada nibha lenge. Ab woh dawat hi beech mein aa rahi thi. Main darwaze ke paas gaya, chain nahi khola. “Bhai, Sonal ko chakkar aa rahe hain. Hum aaj nahi aa sakte. Maafi.” Bahar thodi si shikayat hui, phir footsteps door ho gaye.
Main wapas muda. Sonal ab bhi nangi kamar tak thi, panty ek taang par atki. Usne kaha, “Agar tu sochta hai ki yeh galti hai, to ab kapde pehen le.” Main uske paas gaya. “Galti last month terrace par thi, jab humne kaha tha bhool jaayenge. Aaj nahi.”
Usne meri jeans poori utaar di. Mera lund uski pet par laga. Usne condom packet side table se uthaya, khud phada, aur mere lund par chadha diya. Uske haath thirak rahe the, lekin nazariya seedha tha. Main uski thighs kholi.
Main uski chut mein lund ghusaaya, dheere, kyunki woh kas rahi thi. Usne meri peeth kheench li. “Poora.” Main poora andar gaya. Uski chut ne pakad liya. Hum dono ki saansein mil rahi thi. Main hilne laga, pehle chhote dhakke, phir tez.
Woh mera naam le rahi thi. Main uske nipples choos raha tha. Sofa ke cushion gir gaye. Main uski ek taang apne kandhe par uthaya taaki gehra jaaun. Har dhakke par uski chut se geeli awaaz aa rahi thi. Usne meri kamar pakad kar khud bhi uthna shuru kiya.
Main usko palat kar pet ke bal kiya. Uski kamar pakad kar peeche se choda. Uske baal mere haath mein the. Woh pillow dabaaye hue thi. Main uski clit ko neeche se chhoo raha tha. Woh kapne lagi. “Wahan mat chhod, andar… nahi, condom hai, theek hai, tez.”
Main tez choda. Uski thighs kaamp rahi thi. Woh ek lambi saans ke saath tight ho gayi, chut mera lund ko nichod rahi thi. Main ruka nahi. Uske orgasm ke baad bhi main dhakke maarta raha, jab tak meri khud ki rileyi na aa gayi. Condom ke andar garmi bhari thi.
Hum dono sofa par gir gaye. Fan ab bhi ghoom raha tha. Neeche gali mein koi radio chal raha tha, filmi gaana. Sonal ne meri chest par haath rakha. “Dawat miss ho gayi.” Main bola, “Haan.”
Uske baad jo raha
Woh uth kar window ke paas gayi, curtain thoda khola, phir band kar diya. Kapde abhi bhi floor par the. Usne meri shirt uthayi, lekin pehni nahi. Wapas aakar meri thighs par baith gayi, nangi hi.
“Pehle wada yeh tha ki hum logon ke saamne normal dikhenge,” usne kaha. “Ab normal yeh hai.” Maine uski kamar par haath rakha. Uski chut ab bhi geeli thi, mere ungli ke touch par usne kamar hilayi, lekin doosri baar shuru nahi ki.
Main bola, “Agar tu chahe to main abhi nikal sakta hoon.” Usne mera chehra pakda. “Nikal mat. Abhi yahin so ja. Kal subah jo karna hai, tab sochenge.” Yeh koi agla appointment nahi tha, bas abhi ka faisla.
Usne meri shirt meri taraf fenk di, khud apni panty uthayi lekin pehni nahi, sirf bagal mein rakh di. Hum dono sofa par let gaye, uska sar meri bazu par. Main uske baal se ungli phenkta raha. Bahar rickshaw ki ghanti dubara bajayi, lekin koi humare darwaze par nahi aaya.
Sonal ne meri kalai dabaayi. “Agar koi poochhe, bol dena bukhar tha. Jhooth nahi, thakaan to hai.” Main hans diya. Usne meri honth chume, chhota sa, phir aankhen band kar li.
Main uski kamar par haath rakhe sochta raha. Wada toot chuka tha, dawat miss ho chuki thi, aur jo chodan hua tha woh ab sirf yaad nahi, shareer par pada hua tha. Maine light band nahi ki. Usne meri ungli apni hatheli mein le li, aur main wahi ruka, nikalne ka koi kadam nahi uthaya.