Iron ka steam mere gaal par pad raha tha jab Tanvi kitchen se nikal kar living room ke darwaze par ruk gayi. Indore ki yeh Sunday shaam Bharat ke madhya hisse mein itni garam thi ki shirt ka kolar bhi pasine se chipak raha tha, lekin kal subah office ke liye kapda tanna zaroori tha.
“Vikram, kal ka shirt abhi mat tanna. Pehle meri baat ka jawab de. Aaj raat main yahin rukun, ya tu apna iron chalta chhod aur main abhi nikal jaun?”
Uske haath mein do pyali thi, lekin nazar shirt par nahi, mere munh par thi. Maine board se haath uthaya, phir bhi kolar ka kone pakde rakha. Tanvi meri girlfriend hai, apni alag dukaan chalati hai, kiraye ka ghar alag hai, aur aaj dinner ke liye khud aayi thi. Jawab se dono cheezein badalni thin: yeh shaam, aur jo baad mein karna padega.
“Ruk. Iron baad mein. Abhi mat ja.”
Pyali table par rakhte hi woh meri taraf chal di. Maine switch nahi marra. Bas board ko kinare sarka diya. Uski aankhen tez thin, thaki nahi. Kurta ka button upar se khula hua tha, jeans ki belt tight. Woh meri umr se teen saal chhoti hai, athais, aur sawal poochte waqt bhi clear rehti hai.
Shaam toot gayi
Pehla kiss slow nahi tha. Tanvi ne mera munh pakda, honth se honth ragar diye, aur main uski kamar par haath rakh kar sofa ki taraf dhakka dene laga. Hum dono living room ke beech atak gaye, TV par muted cricket chal raha tha, pankha upar se ghum raha tha.
“Yahin. Bedroom mat le ja. Mujhe ab chahiye.”
Maine uski jeans ki belt kholi. Usne mera vest upar se kheench kar nikaala. Skin garam thi. Uski chhati kurta ke neeche ubhar rahi thi, maine pehla button khola, phir doosra. Bra ka hook peeche se chhoota, cup hatate hi meri hatheli uski chuchi par aa gayi. Woh halki si karah uthi, meri gardan mein daant lagaye, phir khud jeans dhakke se neeche sarkaane lagi.
Sofa ke cushion peeche sarak gaye. Tanvi panty mein reh gayi, main shorts ke saath. Uski thighs meri taangon ke dono taraf khul gayin. Maine unki narm skin ko kheencha, anguthe se panty ki elastic ko side kiya. Uski chut gehili thi, ungli lagate hi geela pan ungliyon par aa gaya. Meri ungliyon ko usne apni mutthi mein nahi, apni fold ke beech daba kar rakha.
“Aur andar.”
Do ungliyan ghusi to uski kamar uth gayi. Main uski chuchi choosne laga, jeebh se eent ghumata, daant se halka dabaata. Tanvi ke baal mere maathhe se chipak rahe the. Uski saans meri kaan ke paas toot rahi thi, kabhi naam, kabhi bas awaaz. Shorts ke andar mera lund kasa hua tha. Usne haath daal kar elastic khinchi, meri nangi skin bahar aa gayi, uski mutthi ne sira masla, geela kar diya.
Panty ko maine tangon se nikaal diya. Jeans pair sofa ke neeche giri. Kurta uske kandhon se sarak kar kamar tak atak gaya, maine woh bhi upar kheench diya. Ab woh nangi thi, main shorts ke ilawa bhi. Drawer sofa ke bagal wale side table mein tha, maine packet nikala, foil faadi, condom sira par chadhaya aur neeche tak kheench diya. Elastic tight baithi. Usne dekha, sir hilaya, pair aur khole.
Pehla dhakka dheere tha kyunki uski chut ne sira dabaya. Phir andar pura baitha. Tanvi ki aankhen band hui, muh khula, ek lambi saans bahar nikli. Maine uski thighs ko sofa ke kinare pakad kar rakha, kamar se dhakka diya. Har dhakke par uski chuchi meri chhati se takrati. Pankha ki hawa peeth par thi, neeche garmi alag.
“Tez kar, Vikram. Aise mat rok.”
Pace badha diya. Sofa ki dabi si awaaz aane lagi. Uski ungliyan mere baalon mein phans gayin. Main uski gardan choomta raha, collarbone par daant rakhta, phir wapas munh par aa jata. Uski chut mera lund ko kasti thi, geela pan janghon tak behne laga. Beech beech mein woh khud uth kar milti, meri kamar pakad kar andar kheenchti.
Ek pal ke liye maine uski ek taang apne kandhe par chadhai. Angle badalte hi uski awaaz badal gayi, gehraa moan, phir mera naam ki tooti hui ladi. Main uski clit anguthe se masalta raha jab dhakke lag rahe the. Tanvi ki body ki tarah uski saans bhi unch neech ho rahi thi. Uski aankhen khuli to nami thi, lekin nazar mujhse hati nahi.
“Idhar aa, upar baith.”
Main sofa par let gaya. Woh straddle karti hui baithi, haath mere seene par, uski thighs mere sides par. Apna vazan khud sambhalti hui usne lund ko chut ke muh par ragda, phir dheere baithi. Puri lamhai andar gayi to dono ruk gaye. Phir usne uthna baithna shuru kiya. Mere haath uski kamar par the, lekin speed uski thi. Kurta ab floor par pada tha, uske baal chehre par aa rahe the, usne unhe kaan ke peeche kiya aur muskuraai nahi, bas kaam karti rahi.
Neeche se main uth kar milta. Har baithak par uski chuchi meri jeebh ke paas aa jati, main ek ko choosta, doosri ko ungli se masalta. Uski chut geeli siskar mera lund ko nigal rahi thi. Kabhi woh rukti, gol ghumti, phir seedha upar neeche. Meri kamar mein khichav chadha, lekin maine daba kar rakha, usko pehle laane ke liye clit par angutha pherata raha.
Tanvi ki awaaz tuti. Uski thighs kaanpne lagin, andar ki diwalen mera lund ko jhonk se kheenchne lagin. Usne meri seene par nakhun gaade, muh band karke karaha, phir khul kar mera naam liya. Main uske jhatke ke dauran andar hi dhakke lagata raha, uski climax ke beech bhi nahi nikla. Jab uski kamar dheeli hui, tab maine usko sofa par wapas litaya.
Beech kamre tak
Ab pair uske kandhon ke paas the. Maine ghutne sofa par jamaye, lund wapas uski chut mein ghusa diya. Condom ki patli layer ke peeche garmi saaf mehsoos ho rahi thi. Dhakke ab gehre the, chhote nahi. Har baar balls tak lagte, nikalte, phir dubte. Uski chuchiyan dhakke ke saath hil rahi thin. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, doosri ko haath se dabaaye rakha.
“Yahin gira. Mujhe mehsoos hone de.”
Uski baat se meri kamar aur kasi. Maine uski thighs ko aur khola, kambar se tez dhakke diye. Sofa ki ek taang halki si khisaki. TV ki silent crowd ab bhi jalak rahi thi, lekin dhyan wahan nahi tha. Tanvi ke muh se geeli awaaz aa rahi thi, kabhi daant honth par, kabhi meri kaan ke paas saans. Uski aankhen kabhi band, kabhi meri taraf.
Main uske andar hi tezi se kamaan sa kasa. Ek, do, teen gehre dhakke, phir girna shuru hua. Condom ke andar garmi faili, mera lund dhadak kar khali hui. Tanvi ne us pal meri peeth pakad rakhi, apni chut ko mere khilaf dabaaye rakha, jab tak jhatke tham nahi gaye. Phir dono still pade rahe, paseena cheekon par, pankha ab thanda lagne laga.
Maine dheere nikaala. Condom sira se pakad kar utara, tissue se lapeta, side table ke kachre mein daala. Tanvi sofa par nangi leti rahi, ek taang neeche floor ko chhoo rahi thi, doosri takiye par. Maine uske maathhe se gile baal hataaye. Uski aankhen meri taraf thin, thaki aur shaant.
“Paani la. Gala sukha hai.”
Kitchen do kadam door tha. Maine shorts pehne, do glass bhare, wapas aaya. Usne half piya, baaki mere haath mein thama diya. Hum thodi der chup baithe. Cricket ke replay par koi six ja raha tha, awaaz ab bhi band. Uski ungli mere ghutne par thi, bas rakhne ke liye, masalne ke liye nahi.
Us pal yeh saaf tha ki maine shirt ke bajay usko chuna tha, aur shaam ka hisaab wahi se badal chuka tha. Kamre ki hawa mein ab bhi sex ki geeli khushbu thi, uski thighs par chamak, mere seene par uske nakhun ke halki lakeer.
Tab naak mein ek aur smell ghusi. Kapde ki, jali hui. Pehle dhuan nahi, bas wo khatti garam bu jo iron zyada der ek jagah rakhne par aati hai. Tanvi ne bhi nakun chadha.
“Woh… tera board.”
Jali hui shirt
Main uth kar dining table ke paas dauda. Iron ab bhi on tha, safed shirt ke kolar aur kandhe ke beech ek bada bhura daag pak chuka tha, kapda chipka hua, ek kone se halka kaala. Maine plug khincha. Garam metal ki tikti khushbu poore flat mein fail gayi. Hindustan ke is Sunday bazaar mein raat ke pehle kapde ki dukan band hone wali thi, aur kal subah meri pehli meeting usi white shirt ke bina nahi tikti.
Tanvi ne kurta uthaya, jeans pakdi, lekin pehni nahi. “Jala?”
“Haan. Poora kolar gaya.”
Usne meri taraf dekha, phir window ki taraf. Neeche gali mein rickshaw ki ghungru si awaaz aa rahi thi. Maine jaldi vest pehna, almari kholi, doosri formal shirt dhoondhi. Jo mili woh neeli thi, kal ke client ke dress code se utar nahi rahi thi. Time dekh kar pehle se pata tha: agar abhi nikaala to bazaar ke last shutter tak pahunch sakta hoon, warna kal subah sirf yeh neeli bachi thi.
“Main abhi nikalta hoon. Kapda lena hai.”
Tanvi ne panty pehni, phir jeans. Button lagate hue usne sirf itna kaha, “Main yahin nahi rukti ab. Tu ja, main apne ghar.” Yeh koi vaada nahi tha, bas usi faisle ka doosra hissa jo pehle haan se shuru hua tha. Maine chabi pocket mein daali, jali hui shirt ko board se uthaya, daag ko ungli se chhua, phir use sofa ke kinare fek diya. Darwaza kholte hi Indore ki raat ki garmi chehre par lagi, aur seedhiyon se utarte hue pehla kaam sirf dukan ka last shutter tha, koi doosri baat nahi.