“Agar abhi nikal gaya na, Tushar, to phir mat aana.”
Leela ki awaaz meri peeth par padi. Darwaze ke handle par meri mutthi kadi ho chuki thi. Main palta. Uski aankhen geeli thin, lekin unme gussa abhi bhi khada tha. Humara yeh adhura jhagda dopahar se chal raha tha, aur Kochi ki shaam khidki ke sheeshe par dhalne lagi thi.
“Teen hafte se tu aata hai, phir beech baat mein nikal jata hai,” usne kaha. “Aaj bhi wahi. Main poochti hoon kyun door rehta hai, tu jawab ke bajay joota pehen leta hai.”
Maine saans bhara. “Main jawab dena chahta hoon, lekin tu har jumle ko ilzaam bana deti hai. Isliye nikalne laga.”
Leela ne kadam aage badhaya, lekin mujhe pakda nahi. “To nikal. Ya ruko. Beech mein mat khelo. Main untees saal ki hoon, koi bachi nahi jo intezaar karti rahe.”
Handle thanda tha. Bahar corridor ki batti jal rahi thi. Agar main nikal jata, yeh baat yahin mar jati. Sochta raha, phir darwaza dheere se band kar diya. Kundi nahi lagi. Sirf itna ki awaaz bahar na jaaye, aur main andar hi rahun.
“Ruk gaya,” maine kaha. “Ab daantna hai to daant. Lekin main yahin hoon.”
Uski saans tez ho gayi. “Itni der se yahi sunna tha.” Phir usne meri neeli shirt ke kolar ko pakda, itna kheencha ki meri chhati uski chhati se takra gayi. “Agar rukna hai to poora ruk. Adhura mat chhod.”
Maine uske honthon ko dekha. “Leela, agar yeh sirf gusse ka kiss hai to ruk ja. Main ulajhna nahi chahta.”
Usne sir hilaya. “Gussa alag hai. Ye meri marzi hai. Tu chahe to ab bhi ja sakta hai.”
Main nahi gaya. Maine uske honth chume. Woh meri zubaan ko apni zubaan se milati rahi, aur meri kamar par uska haath rakh kar mujhe aur kareeb kheenchti rahi.
Hum dono India ke alag kinaron se padhne aaye the, pehle dost, phir yeh ajeeb kheench jo aaj tak saaf nahi hui thi.
Bharat ke is tatiye mausam mein bhi uski skin garam thi, jaise jhagda uske jism se utar hi nahi raha ho. Cream kurta uski thighs ke upar chipak rahi thi, kaale palazzo ke neeche uski taangein kadi thin.
Woh darwaza band hone diya
Kolar ke peeche meri ungliyan uske baal tak pahunchi. Leela ne meri lower lip ko kaata, phir chhod diya. “Shirt nikaal. Aise khade khade baat nahi hogi.”
Button khulte gaye. Neeli shirt floor par giri. Uski nigah meri chhati par ruki, phir usne apna kurta khud upar utha liya. Andar cream bra thi, halki si geeli paseene se. Main uske kandhon par haath rakhta, lekin usne pehle meri jeans ki belt pakdi.
“Yahan, ishi jagah,” usne kaha. Sofa door tha, lekin usne mujhe beech floor ke kaale mat par kheench liya. Palazzo ki naada khuli. Woh baith gayi, phir let gayi, aur mujhe apne upar bula liya.
Bra ka hook peeche se khula. Uski chhatiyan meri hathon mein bhari thin, nipple meri ungli ke neeche sakht ho gaye. Maine ek ko muh mein liya. Leela ki kamar uth kar meri jeans se ragni. “Aur neeche,” uski awaaz bichhi hui thi, gusse wali nahi, geeli.
Jeans aur underwear ek saath utre. Mera lund uski pet ke upar laga, garam, bhari hua. Uski chut ke upar kapda ab sirf ek geela patch tha. Maine panty side se sarkaai. Do ungliyan uski chut mein ghusi, geeli, tight. Woh meri kalai pakad kar rokne ke bajay aur andar dhakelti rahi.
“Itna intezaar kiya, ab ungliyon pe mat chhod,” usne kaha.
Wallet jeans ki jeb mein tha. Maine condom nikal kar foil faadi, lund par chadha diya. Leela dekh rahi thi, labon ko kaat rahi thi. “Ab aa.”
Uski thighs khuli. Maine apna lund uski chut ke muh par ragda, phir dheere andar diya. Pehla dhakka pura nahi gaya. Doosre par woh khul gayi. Uski aankhen band huin, lambi saans nikli. Meri kamar uski kamar se takrai.
Andar garmi thi, chipchipi, kheenchti hui. Maine ruk kar uska chehra dekha. Woh muskuraai nahi, sirf meri gardan pakad kar mujhe aur gehra utar liya. Phir dhakke lagane lage, mat ke against, uski heels meri peeth par khulne lage.
Leela ne pair badal kar mujhe neeche giraya. Ab woh upar thi, palazzo ek taang par atka, bra kaam ka nahi raha. Uski chut mere lund par baith gayi, poori. Uski thighs meri sides ko daba rahi thin. Har baithak par uske boobs meri chhati se takrate.
“Itni der se yahi chahiye tha?” maine poocha, saans ke beech.
“Jhagda alag tha,” usne kaha, aur meri kalai ko apni chhati par dabaye rakha. “Yeh alag hai. Band mat kar.”
Uski speed badhi. Meri ungliyan uski gaand ke neeche gayi, uski natija geeli chut se tapak raha tha condom ke kinare tak. Woh jhuk kar meri zubaan chusti rahi, phir seedhi ho kar tez baithne lagi. Ceiling fan ki hawa uske baal udati, paseena uski gardan se chhati tak behne laga.
Beech floor par hum lipat gaye
Kuch der baad uski taangein kaanpne lagi. Maine usko palat diya, pet ke bal. Uski kamar uthai, lund phir uski chut mein ghusa. Is angle par woh aur gehra lag raha tha. Leela ne mat ko pakda, muh mein awaaz dabaai, phir chhod di.
“Zor se,” usne kaha. “Darwaza band hai.”
Dhakke lambe ho gaye. Meri balls uski geeli chut se takrati. Uski aankhen palat kar mujhe dekhti, muh khula. Maine apna ek haath aage badha kar uski chut ke upar clit ko ragda. Woh jhatki, phir doosri jhatak mein uski chut mera lund ko kas ke pakad gayi.
Uska orgasm lambe time tak kheenchta raha. Meri kamar ruk nahi paayi. Uske baad bhi maine choda, uski thighs ke beech, uski saans ke hisaab se. Jab meri bhi hadh aayi, condom ke andar hi nikal aaya, dhakke thartharate, uski kamar meri mutthi mein.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske bagal mein let gaya, lund ab dheela, condom abhi bhi chadha. Leela ne meri chhati par gala rakh diya. Fan ki sarsarahat ke alawa kamra chup tha. Bahar corridor mein kisi ke chappal ki awaaz nahi thi.
Uski ungli meri p influ par ghumti rahi. “Subah wala gussa ab bhi hai,” usne dheere kaha. “Lekin us gusse mein yeh nahi tha.”
Maine condom utar kar tissue se lapeta, door fek diya. Uski chut ab bhi dhimak se kaanp rahi thi. Maine uski thighs ko sahlaaya, koi naya daava nahi kiya. Woh meri taraf palat kar let gayi, ek taang meri taang par.
Kapde ab bhi bikhre the. Meri jeans darwaze ke paas, uska kurta sofa ke kone par, palazzo mat ke kinare. Bra uske kalai se atki hui thi, jaise usne nikalte waqt phenk di ho. Yeh sab dekh kar bhi koi sharam nahi uthi, bas thakaan aur ek ajeeb halka sa sukoon.
Leela ne meri kalai pakdi. “Tu phir nikalne wala hai kya, abhi?”
“Abhi nahi,” maine kaha. “Pehle saans to lene de.”
Woh hans di. Woh hasi pehle ke gusse se alag thi. Maine uske maathe par honth rakhe. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin uski ungli meri chhati ke baal mein uljhi rahi. Floor thanda tha, magar uski body garam. Beech mein hum dono aise pade rahe jaise jhagda kisi doosre kamre mein reh gaya ho.
Thodi der baad usne meri taraf muh kiya. “College mein tu baat khatam karke bhaagta tha. Aaj bhaaga nahi. Yahi farq hai.”
Maine kuch wada nahi kiya. Sirf uski kamar par haath rakha, uski skin ke neeche dhadkan ko mahsoos kiya. Uski chut ab bhi meri jangh se chipki thi, geeli. Koi doosri round ki jaldi nahi thi. Sirf yeh ki hum akele the, aur darwaza ab bhi sirf itna band tha jitna maine chhoda tha.
Paseena saaf kiya uske gale se apne haath se. Uski saans meri hathon par padi. Kochi ki shaam ab khidki ke peeche kaali ho chuki thi, door kisi scooter ki speed ki bheege hue sadak wali awaaz aayi, phir khatam ho gayi.
Usne meri ungliyan apni ungliyon mein phansa li. “Kal jo kehna tha, woh kal. Aaj itna kaafi hai.”
Main chup raha. Uski baat mein wada nahi tha, sirf abhi ka hisaab tha. Yeh hi theek laga. Hum dono ke jism ab bhi lipte the, lekin dimag thoda bahar aa chuka tha, is flat ke chhat aur neeche ke hall ki taraf, jahan zindagi phir se shuru honi thi.
Society hall ne hamein tod diya
Pehle ek dhimki si awaaz aayi, jaise koi mike on ho. Phir saaf bola: “Block A ke members, neeche hall mein society meeting shuru ho rahi hai. Leela madam, aapki file rakh di hai.”
Leela jhatak kar uth baithi. “Arre. Aaj Thursday hai.” Kurta lapeta, palazzo taangon mein khinche, bra ko bagal mein phenka kyunki time nahi tha. Main ab bhi nanga tha mat par, lund dheela, saans adhuri.
Woh darwaze tak bhaagi, phir palat kar meri jeans phenk gayi. “Tu yahin reh. Main sirf attendance dekar aati hoon.” Kundi ab bhi khuli thi. Woh nikal gayi, pairon ki awaaz seedhiyon par utarti rahi.
Kamre mein sirf fan bacha, aur meri neeli shirt. Main jeans pehen kar khidki ke paas khada ho gaya. Neeche hall ki batti jal uthi thi, logon ki murda si gur-gur. Uski cream kurta us bheed mein gayab ho gayi.
Jhagda khatam nahi hua tha poora, lekin uski dhaar tut chuki thi. Floor par ab bhi uski panty padi thi, geeli. Maine use uthaya nahi. Sirf itna samajh aaya ki rukna sahi tha, aur yeh shaam ab us meeting ki awaaz ke saath kat gayi.
Bahar megaphone phir bola, attendance ki list padhta hua. Main diwar se lag kar baith gaya, paseena sookhta hua. Darwaza ab bhi pura band nahi tha. Uski chappal ki ek awaaz seedhiyon se kaati, phir hall ki bheed mein mil gayi.