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Anjali aunty ne radd lunch ke baad woh intezaar tod diya

9 min readHindi Sex Stories

Anjali aunty ne speaker mute kiya aur phone sofa ke kinare patak diya. Uski bhawein tani hui thin. “Committee ka lunch radd ho gaya. Secretary bole, log nahi nikal paaye.”

Main unke saamne khada raha, haath mein plastic ke do glass. Ahmedabad ki is colony ka Sunday dopahar bhari garmi leke aaya tha, aur India ke is hisse ki hawa balcony se andar ghum rahi thi. Maine glasses table par rakh diye aur apni ghadi dekhi, jaise koi aur kaam nikal aaye.

“To main chala jaun?” Meri awaaz zyada tez nikal gayi, khud ko bhi ajib lagi.

Anjali aunty ne sir uthaya. Meri maa ki purani saheli, society ki woh aurat jise sab izzat se aunty kehte the, aaj cotton ke peach kurta mein bhi sakht dikh rahi thi. Palazzo cream tha, pairon mein sirf chappal. “Tumhe isliye bulaya tha ki mere bagal mein baithna. Log kehte hain Anjali akeli agenda leke aati hai. Ab agenda bhi radd.”

Kitchen ki taraf koi kadam nahi hua. Woh mere kareeb aayi, phir ruk gayi jaise beech mein koi lakeer kheench di gayi ho. Attar halka tha, garmi mein bhi tez nahi.

“Pichhle hafte tumne kaha tha committee ke baad baat hogi.” Maine gale ki kharash saaf ki. “Maine yeh samajh liya ki tumhe meri taraf dekhna bhi nahi. Isliye main sirf glass leke aaya, baat nahi.”

Uski aankhen meri taraf tik gayin. Gusse wali nahi thin. “Main darti thi koi dekh lega. Lunch se pehle is building mein naan-naqsh nahi chahiye tha. Tum door hone lage to maine socha sharmindagi ho gayi, isliye tumne muh mod liya.”

Uske gale ki patli soni chain wahi thi jo pichhle hafte rang se chipak gayi thi, jab courtyard mein maine ungli se pochha tha aur dono ruk gaye the. Woh pal ab bhi khada tha, lunch ke piche chhupa hua.

Anjali aunty ne apna ek haath meri shirt ke button par rakha aur hataya nahi. “Ab committee nahi hai. Agar tum bhi yahi sochte ho jo main sochti hoon, to bolo. Nahi to yeh glass kitchen mein rakh dena aur nikal jaana.”

Maine uska haath nahi hataya. “Haan. Main yahi sochta hoon.”

Jo kal par tala tha

Anjali aunty ne mere gale se khinchkar pehla chuma. Uski honth garm the. Meri hatheli uski kamar par ruki, kurta ki naram cotton ke neeche saans utar chadhti mehsoos hui. Sofa ke kinare meri pati atak gayi, lekin koi hum dono ko rokne nahi aaya.

“Yahan khidki hai,” kaan ke paas uski awaaz dabi. “Andar chalo.”

Peach kurta ki do button pehle se khuli thin. Bedroom ke parde aadhe khinche hue the, AC ki hawa dheemi thi. Anjali aunty ne darwaza band kiya, taala nahi lagaya, sirf click suna. Ceiling fan dheere ghoom raha tha.

Uske baal kandhon par khule the. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya aur uski gardan chumi. Woh halke se hans padi, phir meri shirt ke buttons kholne lagi. Meri shirt nikal kar palang ke paaye par giri. Uska kurta maine upar ki taraf utara. Beige bra mein uski chhatiyan bhari thin, saans se uth rahi thin.

Anjali aunty ne mera chehra pakda. “Itne saal izzat se dekha, ab yeh dekhna bhi hai.” Natak uski awaaz mein nahi tha. Maine uski bra ka hook khola. Uski nipples meri hatheli mein sakht ho gaye. Muh se lena chahta tha, aur usne mere sar ko wahi dabaya.

Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule. Main uski chhati ke neeche jeebh pher raha tha jab uski ungliyon ne mere baal pakde. Palazzo ki naram elastic uski kamar par thi. Elastic dheeli ki, aur woh khud jhuk kar nikaalne lagi. Pink panty beech se geeli dikh rahi thi.

Palang par woh peeth ke bal let gayi. Maine uski thighs ke beech haath rakha. Uski chut garam thi, meri ungliyon par chipak rahi thi. Ek ungli andar gayi, phir do. Anjali aunty ne meri kalai pakdi, nahi hatayi, bas taqat se dabaye rakha.

“Andar aao,” jeans ki zip meri taraf kheenchte hue boli. Main jeans aur underwear ek saath niche kheench kar nikal aaya. Mera lund uski jaangh par lagte hi usne haath se pakad liya, dheere upar neeche kiya. Main nanga tha, aur uski nazar bhaagti nahi thi.

Uski mutthi mein tightness thi, lekin jaldi nahi dikhani chahti thi. Pichhle hafte courtyard wali sharm yahan nahi thi. Main uski chut par mundi raga, phir dheere andar gaya. Anjali aunty ki lambi saans nikli. Uski aankhen khulin, meri taraf. Hum akele the. Phir usne apni taangein meri kamar par lapet leen.

Pehle dhakke mein uski chut ne pura le liya. Palang ki paaye halki si chinki. Anjali aunty ke muh se jo awaaz nikli woh dabi hui thi, jaise upar wale flat ko yaad kara rahi ho. Uske kandhon ko pakad kar dohraata raha, kabhi tez, kabhi ruk kar uski chhati chusta hua.

Woh meri peeth khurachti rahi. Attar ab paseene se mil gaya tha. “Yahan… yahi…” adhoori baat thi, lekin rukne wali nahi. Maine angle badla, uski thighs ko aur khola. Uski chut geeli ho kar mere lund ko naram awaaz se pakad rahi thi. Har dhakke par uski chain uske gale par sarakti.

Beech mein Anjali aunty ne meri chhati par haath rakh kar rokne jaisa kiya, inkaar nahi tha. Saans sambhali, phir khud upar aa gayi. Mujhe palang par bithaya, meri god mein baith kar mera lund dubara andar liya. Uski kamar gol ghoomti. Meri hatheli uski gaand par thi, uski chhati mere muh ke saamne.

Saanson ke beech faisla

Uski saans phoolne lagi. Main uske nipples ko honthon se dabaata raha. Anjali aunty meri baahon ko kasti, neeche se tez hui. Uski chut baar baar mere lund ko nichodti. “Aditya…” naam uske muh se bhari awaaz mein nikla. Uski kamar pakad kar neeche se uthan deta raha jab tak uska jism ek lambe jhatke se kas nahi gaya.

Uske jhatke ke baad bhi main ruka nahi. Anjali aunty ne mere kandhon ko dabaye rakha, neeche se mera lund liye rahi. Main uski kamar se chipka, do-teen tez dhakke diye, aur uski chut ke andar hi gir gaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.

Palang par hum aise hi rahe, chipke, jaise koi aur shabd todega. Fan ki sarsarahat hi saaf thi. Anjali aunty ki ungli meri gardan ke peeche ghumti rahi, na rokne ke liye, na dhakelne ke liye.

“Itna din is lunch ke peeche chhupa rakha,” usne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. “Kal agar yeh radd na hota, to tum phir glass rakh ke nikal jaate.”

Maine uske baal kaan se hataaye. “Aur tum phir committee ke baad bolti.” Woh hans padi, is baar sharm se nahi, thakan se. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, geeli, lekin rone wali nahi.

Andar se nikalte waqt dono ruk kar dekhte rahe. Uski chut se geelapan uski thighs par behne laga. Maine apna ek haath wahan rakha, pochha nahi, sirf mehsoos kiya. Anjali aunty ne meri kalai dabaayi, phir chhod di.

Cream chadar garmi se sikan pad gayi thi. Woh palang ke kinare baith kar paani ke glass se do ghunt li, wahi glass jo main table par rakh aaya tha. Peach kurta farsh par pada tha, bra palang ke paaye ke paas. Main jeans uthane laga to usne sirf itna kaha, “Abhi mat. Do pal.”

Do pal mein uski hatheli meri chhati par thi, meri dharkan gin rahi ho jaise. Bahar TV ki si dabi awaaz kisi flat se aa rahi thi, cricket nahi, koi serial. Hum dono ne us awaaz ko bahane ki tarah nahi liya. Bas yeh pata raha ki duniya band nahi hui.

Anjali aunty ne mera lund haath mein liya, dheela, geela, phir bhi uski mutthi mein wazan. “Itne saal tumhe ladka samajh ke dekha. Aaj nahi.” Usne chuma, honth se nahi, meri chhati se. Main uske baal mein ungliyan daal kar uska sar apni taraf kiya. Doosra chuma dheema tha, pehle wale se alag.

Uski chhatiyan meri bazuon se chipki rahi. Pet thoda naram tha, jaanghein bhari. Adult jism, koi naazuk khilona nahi. Maine uski kamar par dono haath rakh kar use apne kareeb khincha. Uski saans meri gardan par padi. Is baar koi dhakka nahi, sirf garam chamdi aur chain ki thandi lakir.

“Maa ko mat bolna,” usne kaha, phir turant sir hila diya jaise khud ko kaate. “Ye baat mat pakadna. Main dar ke maare nahi bol rahi, aadat se bol rahi hoon.”

Maine kuch vaada nahi kiya. Sirf uski peeth par haath phera. Anjali aunty ne aankhen band karke woh haath liye rakha. Palang ke neeche meri chappal ek palat gayi thi, uski chappal saaf khadi thin. Itna hi farq tha ghar ke andar bhi.

Thodi der baad woh uth kar bathroom ke darwaze tak gayi, wapas aayi to chehra dhula hua tha, bindi wagairah nahi. Kurta hath mein uthaya, pehna nahi. Nangi kamar par meri nazar ruki to usne dekha, kaanp nahi. “Abhi bhi dekh rahe ho.”

“Haan.”

Woh kareeb aayi, mere jeans ke button par ungli rakh kar ruk gayi. Mera lund phir uthne laga tha, lekin time ne saath nahi diya. Bahar lift ki si halki dhak padi. Dono sunte rahe. Phir khamoshi. Anjali aunty ne saans chhodi, meri jeans band ki, khud palazzo pehen liye. Bra nahi pehni. Kurta ke neeche uski chhatiyan cotton se chipak kar dikh rahi thin.

Landing se awaaz uthi

Tabhi darwaze par dastak hui. Tez nahi, society wali. Anjali aunty ne meri shirt mujhe pakda di. “Kitchen. Mixer ke peeche khade ho jao.” Main nanga nahi tha ab, lekin shirt ke buttons galat pad gaye. Woh living room gayi, zanjeer lagi, darwaza thoda khola.

“Anjali ji, lobby mein short meeting ho jayegi. Lunch radd tha, lekin teen log aa gaye. Aap aa rahi hain?” Secretary ki awaaz bahar se saaf thi, andar tak aayi.

“Paanch minute,” Anjali aunty boli. Awaaz seedhi thi, jaise dopahar ka koi aur kaam ho. Darwaza band hua. Woh bedroom nahi aayi, sirf corridor se kaha, “Tum seedhiyon se nikalna. Lift mein mat padna.”

Maine palang par padi chain dekhi, uske gale mein wapas nahi thi. Uski aankhen darwaze ki taraf thin jab main kitchen se nikal kar uske bagal se guzra. Koi naya vaada nahi hua. Uska haath mere haath se takraya, ruka, chhoot gaya.

Landing khaali thi. Neeche se committee ki ghunghariahati awaaz aa rahi thi. Main seedhiyon se utra. Lift ke sheeshe mein peach kurta dikha, Anjali aunty secretary ke saath lobby ki taraf gayi, agenda muh par, baal ab bhi thode khule. Gate ke bahar Ahmedabad ki dhoop padi thi. Poore India mein aaj Sunday ka rest tha, lekin is block ki lobby mein baat zinda thi. Main parking se nikal gaya, peeche mud kar nahi dekha.

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