Last mez ki kinari par chalk ka sada daag ab bhi chipka tha. Main geele kapde se usko ragad rahi thi, aur Dhruv saamne wali kursiyan palat kar ek ke upar ek rakh raha tha. Mumbai ke is municipal school ke extra room se literacy class ke log ja chuke the. Courtyard mein sirf ek tube light jhilmil rahi thi.
Churidar ki side pocket mein phone dhasa tha, silent mode par. Dupatta garmi ki wajah se pehle hi kursi par rakha ja chuka tha. Mere pair sandals door ke paas chhod aaye the, kyunki floor ka pichka hua paint chipchipa tha.
“Reema, yeh last do kursiyan bhi deewar se sata do,” Dhruv ne kaha. Nazar kursi par kam, mere geele kalai par zyada thi.
Maine kapda mez par patka. Almari ki kitabein pehle se seedhi lagi thi. Uska pehla lafz yaad aaya, ki sorting mein do ghante lagenge.
“Dhruv, almari to pehle se saaf hai. Tu der tak ruke rehne ka kaunsa natak kar raha hai?”
Woh kursi beech mein chhod kar meri taraf aaya. Shirt ke do button pehle se khule the. Bharat ke is garm shehar mein shaam bhi raat jaisi chipak rahi thi.
“Main natak nahi kar raha,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Mujhe nahi jaana tha. Tune class ke baad bhi yahan rukna tha, yeh soch kar main ruka.”
Main hans di. “Itni mehnat se kursi jama raha tha tu. Matlab main hi wajah hoon?”
Usne sir hilaya. “Haan. Agar tujhe bura lag raha hai to main abhi nikal jaata hoon.”
Maine uska kala button pakad kar kheench liya. “Ruk. Main bhi yahin ruki hoon. Aur main yeh chahti hoon.”
Sawal ke baad sab badal gaya
Uska munh meri taraf jhuka. Pehla kiss halka tha, jaise abhi bhi kursi counting chal rahi ho. Doosra kiss tez ho gaya. Meri jeebh uske daanton ke peeche chali gayi, aur uske haath meri kamar par jam gaye.
Kurta ka neeche wala kinara uski mutthi mein aa gaya. Main khud usko upar uthane lagi, kyunki geela kapda mez par pada tha aur meri peeth usi kinari se takra rahi thi. Cotton ka kapda meri bahon se nikal kar mez ke kone par gir gaya.
Bra ke hook ke liye uski ungliyan peeth par bhatki. Maine un ungliyon ko guide kiya. Hook khula, cups gir gaye, aur uski hathon ne mere stan ko pakad liya. Garam hont ne left nipple ko kheench kar chusa. Meri saans tezi se uthne lagi.
“Itna der se dekh raha tha tu,” maine kaha, awaaz meri hi lagkar bhi ajnabi si.
“Class ke beech nahi dekh sakta tha,” usne meri gardan par kaha. Garam saans kaan ke neeche giri.
Churidar ki nari dheeli thi. Maine khud naada khola. Kapda meri thighs se fislata hua pairon tak aa gaya. Main ek pair nikaal kar usko ek taraf dhakel di. Panty geeli thi, aur uske anguthe ne us geele kapde ko side kar diya.
Uski jeans ki zip meri ungliyon ke neeche kaampi. Boxer ke upar lund tight khada tha. Maine usko kapde ke upar se masla, phir zip poori kheench di. Jeans ghutnon tak utri. Woh jhatke se unko pairon se nikalta hua mere aur kareeb aa gaya.
Mez ki kinari meri nangi gaand ke neeche thandi padi. Maine pair khol diye. Uski do ungliyan meri chut ke upar se guzri, phir andar ghusi. Geelapan itna tha ki ungliyan bina rukawat ke chalni shuru ho gayin.
“Itni ready tu kab se hai?” usne poochha.
“Jab se tune sorting ka jhooth bola,” maine uske baal pakad kar kaha.
Jo darmiyan mein toot pada
Ungliyan nikalte hi uska lund meri chut ke muh par laga. Maine kamar aage ki, aur woh dheere andar ghusa. Pehli lambi ghusaai mein meri ronz khadi ho gayin. Mez peeche khisaki, usne ek haath se usko rok liya, doosre se meri thigh uthayi.
Dhakke shuru hue to chalk ki wo boond meri kalai se uske pet par lag gayi. Main hansne lagi, phir awaaz kat gayi kyunki usne meri chut ko poora bhar diya. Har dhakka mez ki takkar se milkar ek alag thap bana raha tha.
Paseena aisa beh raha tha jaise poore Hindustan ki garmi is ek room ki khidki mein ghus aayi ho. Tube light bahar jhilmilati rahi, andar sirf darwaze ke upar wali chhoti bulb thi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon se mili, phir meri chhati par giri.
Maine pair uski kamar ke peeche lock kiye. Uska lund meri chut ke andar se nikalta hua dubara tez ghusta. Meri ungliyon ne uske kandhon ko khencha. Naakhun ki halki lakeer uski skin par aa gayi, lekin usne speed kam nahi ki.
“Reema, zor se pakad,” usne kaha. Main ne uska gardan ka hissa daant se daba diya, itna ki nishaan pade, dard na ho.
Beech mein usne nikal kar mujhe palatna chaha. Maine inkaar kiya sirf isliye nahi ki mez ki kinari theek thi, balki isliye ki isi angle se meri clitoris uske pet se ragad kha rahi thi. “Yahin. Mat ghumana.”
Woh yahin raha. Dhakke gehre ho gaye. Meri chut uske lund ko kasti rahi, aur har baar jab woh poora andar hota, meri awaaz gale mein atak kar nikalti. Koi mard ki awaaz nahi, meri hi dabi hui siskari room mein fail rahi thi.
Uska haath neeche aaya, anguthe ne uss geele bindu ko gol gol masla. Meri kamar apni marzi se uthne lagi. Mein soch bhi nahi paayi ki orgasm kab shuru hua. Sirf itna pata chala ki meri thighs kanp rahi thin, aur maine uske shirt ke kandre ko itna kheench liya ki ek button aur toot kar floor par gir gaya.
Uske dhakke uske baad aur bechain ho gaye. Lund meri chut ke andar phoolta hua laga. Maine uski gaand par haath rakh kar usko andar hi pakad liya jab usne khud ko chhoda. Garam liquid andar bhar gaya, kuch kinare se tapka, mez ki thandi lakdi par geela nishaan chhod gaya.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Woh meri maathhe se lipat kar khada raha. Main abhi bhi mez par thi, pair uske kamarin ke peeche dheele padte hue. Ek pal ke liye yeh laga ki kursiyan kal subah kisi aur ke haath lagenge, aur humein abhi nikalne ki koi jaldi nahi.
Uski saans meri gardan par dheemi padi. Maine uske geele baal se ungli phenki. Reflection itni hi thi: sorting kabhi zaroori thi hi nahi. Yeh room, yeh mez, yeh sawal, yahi cheez thi jo dono chahte the.
Ek flash kaafi thi
Main churidar uthane ke liye jhuki. Pocket dab gayi. Phone ki flashlight chal padi, safed cone seedha glass wali inner door par giri. Us cone mein courtyard ke gate ke peeche ek silhouetted figure dikha, haath mein torch, kadam idhar ko.
“Prakash chowkidar hai,” maine kaha, awaaz ab kaam wali. “Woh round pe aa raha hai.”
Bra floor par thi. Maine use skip kiya. Kurta sir ke upar se kheench kar pehna, churidar dono pairon mein daale, naada sirf ek ganth se bandha. Dupatta kursi se uthaya aur gardan par daala. Sandals door ke paas se pairon mein thele.
Dhruv abhi jeans kheench raha tha. Toota button uske pair ke paas chamak raha tha. Maine apna phone pocket mein ulta kar flashlight band ki, bag uthaya jo chalk wale kapde ke saath pada tha.
Kursiyan adhuri thi. Almari waise bhi seedhi thi. Main inner corridor ki taraf nikal gayi, jahan se sidha bus stop ka chhota gate khulta tha. 9:40 wali bus ka time nikalne hi wala tha. Ab stacking nahi, woh last bus pakadni thi.
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