Leela ne dahini chappal ka taanta khincha aur loft wale studio ke lohe ke frame ke paas khadi ho gayi. Sham ka fan karrata hua ghum raha tha. Uski kurta ke kone par sookhi mitti chipki thi.
“Kal glaze check kar lena,” usne kaha, bina mud ke.
Stand ke peeche geele haathon se main khada raha. “Leela, ruk.”
“Bol jaldi. Auto nahi pakadungi, walk karke jaungi.”
“Aaj main yeh panel dekhne nahi aaya tha.”
Woh palati. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thodi sakht. Mysuru ki is gali mein Bharat ki garmi abhi utri nahi thi, aur uski maathe par paseena chamak raha tha.
“Toh kya karne aaya tha?”
“Tere liye. Itne hafte yahi sochta raha, aaj muh se nikal gaya.”
Darwaze par rukna
Chappal adhuri hi rahi. Leela ne taanta chhod diya aur ek kadam andar ko liya. Fan ki hawa uske baal uthati rahi.
“Itne din kaam ke peeche chhupa ke rakha?” uski awaaz kam thi, gusse se zyada thaki hui.
“Haan. Mujhe laga tu kaam ko kaam samjhegi.”
Woh hasi nahi. Uska haath darwaze ke kinde par tha, phir kinda chhoot gaya. “Main bhi sochti thi, lekin bolti nahi. Aaj tu bol diya, to main bhi nahi jaungi abhi.”
Itna kaafi tha. Koi lambi shart nahi bani. Leela ne khud aage badhkar meri shirt ka kona pakda aur honth meri taraf laaye. Pehla kiss geela aur jaldi tha, jaise dono ko darr ho ke koi soch beech mein aa jaye.
Uske honth namak aur mitti jaisa taste de rahe the. Maine uski kamar pakdi, usne meri gardan. Darwaza humne dhakke se band kiya, taala nahi laga, sirf loha jud gaya. Gali ki awaaz dhindh ho gayi.
Kurta ke pehle do button usne khud khole. Cotton geela tha paseene se. Uski chuchiyaan kapde ke neeche tight thin, aur jab meri ungliyan un par gayin to uski saans ruk ke nikli.
“Yahin?” maine poocha, kyunki floor par hi sookhne ko chaadar padi thi jo dupahar ko baithne ke kaam aati thi.
“Yahin,” usne kaha, aur palazzo ki nari khol di.
Kapde jaldi utre, lekin andaze se nahi. Leela ki chappal ek kone mein giri, meri jeans ghutnon tak atak gayi, phir poori utar gayi. Fan ne nangi skin par thandi lakir phenki. Uski thighs par mitti ke halki lakeeren thin, jaise pehle haath se pot ko sahara diya ho.
Jo humne chaha
Chaadar par lette hi uski aankhen band nahi huin. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaise yakeen karna ho. Maine condom ki patti jeans ki jeb se nikaali, packet phaada, aur lund par chadha liya. Rubber ki khinch pehle thodi sadi, phir set ho gayi. Usne ungli se kinara check kiya, sirf itna, phir meri kamar khinchi.
Uski chut pehle se geeli thi. Meri do ungliyan andar gayin to usne daant honth par dabaaye, awaaz dabi rahi. Mysuru ki shaam bahar dhal rahi thi, andar sirf fan aur hamari saansein thin.
“Andar aa,” usne kaha, seedha, bina sharm ke naatak ke.
Lund uski chut mein dheere ghusa. Garmi ne pakad liya. Leela ne apna ek taang meri kamar par chadha li, aur pehla dhakka usne khud diya. Phir rhythm mil gaya, na itna tez ke dard ho, na itna dhima ke soch ghumne lage.
Uski chuchiyaan meri hatheli mein bhari thin. Jab muh un par gaya, usne baal pakad liye. Hindustan ke is purane studio block mein dhoop ab khidki ke kaanch par narangi thi, aur uski nangi peeth usi roshni mein chamak rahi thi.
Beech beech mein woh muskuraati, phir muh sakoleti. Kabhi meri kamar dabaati, kabhi apni chut ko aur kholti. Maine uski gaand par haath rakha to usne rokha nahi, bas saans tez kar di.
Palatne ko usne khud kaha. Woh upar aa gayi, haath mere seene par, aur apni chut mere lund par baitha li. Condom ki patli lakir ab bhi jagah par thi, geeli, khichi hui. Leela ki thighs kaamp rahi thin, lekin speed uski thi. Har baithak par uski chuchiyaan hilti, aur meri ungliyan uski kamar ki haddi par tik jaati.
“Aise,” usne kaha, aur aage jhuk kar honth kaate. Uski saans meri saans se takraati rahi. Pot ke rack par ek katori hilke ruki, phir khamosh ho gayi.
Neeche se dhakke maine diye, upar se woh ghisne lagi. Uski chut pakad karti, chhodti, phir aur geeli ho jaati. Paseena hamare pet ke beech chipak gaya. Fan ki hawa ab kaafi nahi thi.
Jab uski ungliyan apni chut ke upar wale hisse par gayin, uska munh khul gaya. Awaaz is baar dabi nahi rahi. Studio ki deewar ne use lautaya. Maine uske kandhon ko sambhala, kyunki uska wazan aage girne laga.
Woh jhad gayi pehle, taangen kas ke, chut sikud ke. Uske baad bhi woh hilti rahi, dheere, jaise khatam na karna ho. Meri bhi hadd paas thi. Condom ke andar garmi badh gayi, aur last dhakkon mein maine uski kamar pakad kar rakhi, bahar nahi nikla, andar hi gir gaya, rubber ke peeche.
Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Leela meri chhati par gir ke leti rahi, mitti ki khushbu ab hamare paseene mein mil gayi thi. Lund ab bhi andar tha, dheela hota, phir usne khud uth kar alag kiya.
Condom utar ke main ne use kaagaz mein lapeta aur tin ke dabbe mein daal diya jo raddi ke kaam aata tha. Koi lambi safai nahi hui. Chaadar geeli thi ek kone se, bas.
Uske jaane ke baad
Leela ne palazzo pehle pehne, phir kurta. Button galat ched mein gaye, usne nikaal kar sahi kiye. Chappal ke taante is baar poore khinche. Darwaze ke paas aake woh ruki, haath kinde par, lekin ab rukna izhaar ke liye nahi tha.
“Kal glaze tu mat dekhna,” usne kaha. “Main khud karungi. Aaj wala kaam alag tha.”
Maine sirf sar hilaya. Shirt abhi bhi meri bahon mein adhuri thi. Fan ghumta raha.
Woh lohe ka darwaza khol kar gali mein utar gayi. Kadmon ki awaaz seedhi se kam hui, phir mitti ki khushbu hi reh gayi. Main khidki ke paas gaya, bahar Mysuru ki batti jal chuki thi, aur studio ke andar mitti ke dhabe waisi ke waisi pade the, jaise kuch hua hi na ho, siwaaye geeli chaadar ke.
Light band karke main bhi nikal pada, uske peeche nahi, alag raste se. Jo baat muh se nikli thi, woh wapas kapdon mein nahi gai.