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Raj Sharma ne Aarti ko kitchen counter par choda

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Aarti ne doosra nimbu kaat te hue chhuri zor se dabayi, jaise chhilka utarna hi aaj ka asal kaam ho. Kitchen ki khidki se Jaipur ki dopahar ki roshni aa rahi thi, aur bartan ke dhakkan par pattiyon ki chhaon kaamp rahi thi.

Society meeting ke liye nimbu pani banana saanjha kaam tha. Koi badi baat nahi thi, sirf ek jug, chini, aur do log. Maine katori pakdi, usne kettle ka switch daba diya.

Paani ubalte hue uski kurti ka geela kinaara uski kamar par chipak gaya. Usne subah kaha tha ki use jaldi nikalna hai. Kettle ki seeti khatam hone ke baad bhi woh meri taraf se hat nahi rahi thi.

Naap par nazar nahi thi. Nigah mere munh par thi.

Katori table par rakh di. Chini ke daane farsh par gir gaye, par unki parvah kisi ko nahi thi.

Sawal ne dosti tod di

“Tumne subah kaha tha dosti se aage kuch nahi. Phir ab meri taraf kyun dekh rahi ho?”

Chhuri ruk gayi. Aarti ki aankhen uthin, aur usne ek lambi saans li. Jaipur, Hindustan ke is garm shehar mein Sunday ka time aksar dheela padta hai, par us pal kitchen mein hawa bhi ruk si gayi.

“Kyunki woh baat jhooth thi,” usne kaha. “Main dosti ke peeche chhup rahi thi. Tum poochh rahe ho, isliye ab chhupaungi nahi.”

Uske baal kaan ke peeche se nikal aaye the. Light blue kurti geeli patti jaisa chipki thi, palazzo ki naliyon mein pani ke chheente dikh rahe the. Dupatta chair par pada tha, use koi uthane nahi aaya.

Maine uska haath nahi pakda pehle. Sirf itna kaha, “Aaj yahin rukna hai to bolo. Warna main chini daal ke nikal jaunga.”

Woh ek kadam aage aayi. “Rukna hai. Tumhe bhi, mujhe bhi.”

Itna kaafi tha. Phir uske hoth mere hothon par aa gaye, nimbu ke teekhe se, aur chhuri sink ki taraf khisak gayi. Chair ke against uski peeth lagi, meri grey t-shirt uski geeli kurti se chipak gayi.

Bharat ke is shehar ki dopahrein aksar chhup ke jeeti jati hain. Is kitchen mein koi parda nahi tha, sirf khidki ke bahar neem, aur neeche gali ka ek rickshaw jo nikal gaya.

Usne meri t-shirt ke hem ko upar kiya. Meri skin par uski ungliyon ki thandak daudi. Maine kurti ke pehle do button khole, teesra khud hi chhoot gaya kyunki kapda geela tha. Uski bra white thi, halki, aur uske nipples kapde ke peeche tight the.

“Yahan, counter ke peeche,” usne kaha, awaaz dheemi. “Darwaza pehle se band hai.”

Maine palazzo ki nali pakdi aur neeche khincha. Woh khud hi ek pair utar ke pair chhuda kar khadi ho gayi, panty abhi thi. Meri jeans ki belt khuli, zipper ne awaaz ki, aur mera lund kapde ke andar se dabas ke bahar aane ko tadap raha tha.

Usne meri underwear ka elastic khincha. Hath ke peeth se uski chut ko chhua to kapda geela milaa, garam. Aarti ki saans meri gardan par padi.

“Ahista mat karo ab,” usne kaha. “Subah se soch rahi hoon.”

Panty zameen par giri. Maine uski ek thigh uthayi, counter ki tile thandi thi, uski gaand us par baithi. Kurti ab kamar tak uthi hui thi, bra abhi thi, phir woh bhi khuli. Uske boobs haath mein bhar gaye, naram, aur maine muh laga ke ek nipple ko chusa.

Woh meri gardan pakad ke khinchi. Mera lund uski chut ke upar ragda, sirf itna ki geelapan dono ko pata chale. Phir dheere andar gaya, ek hi dhakke mein nahi, do saanson ke beech.

Uski chut ne pakda. Woh meri peeth par nakhun phenk ti hui boli, “Raj Sharma, ab rukna mat.”

Naam sun ke meri kamar aur kas gayi. Maine uski dono thighs counter ke kinaare par failayi. Har dhakka bartan ki tink se milta, jug hilta, chini ki katori kinare tak khisakti.

Uske kandhon par meri ungliyan dabi. Geeli kurti ab sirf uski peeth ke peeche latak rahi thi. Khidki se aati hawa neem ki khushbu laati, aur uski saans meri saans se takrati.

Khadi tile par

Pehle khade-khade hi choda, uski ek taang meri kamar pe uljhi. Tile par uske pair ka slip hua to maine uski kamar pakad li. Uski kamar meri hatheli ke neeche kaampi.

“Yahan se nahi girna,” usne hans ke kaha, awaaz toot ti hui. Hansi ke peeche moan aa gaya jab maine tez kiya.

Counter ki edge uski gaand ke neeche dabi. Maine jeans ko ghutnon tak hi utara tha, chappal pair mein hi the. Woh nangi thi kamar se neeche, upar kurti ka kapda kaandhon se khisak kar bahon par atka tha.

Uske baal mere munh mein aaye. Maine unhe kaan ke peeche kiya aur uski aankhen dekhin. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaan boojh kar.

Andar uski chut geeli ho chuki thi, awaaz bhi aa rahi thi, chhipi hui, jaise koi bartan dhul raha ho lekin nahi. Maine apna ek haath uski chut ke upar laaya, ungli clitoris par ghumayi. Usne meri kalai dabaayi, hatayi nahi.

“Wahi,” usne kaha. Bas itna.

Dhakke tez hue. Jug ka dhakkan khul ke table par gir pada, par koi uthane nahi gaya. Nimbu ke katne hue tukde paas hi the, unki khushbu sex ki garmi se mil gayi.

Usne meri t-shirt ko sir ke upar se nikalne ki koshish ki. Kapda kaan ke paas atka, phir nikal gaya. Ab seene se seena chipka. Meri chest par uske nipples ragde, aur uski thighs meri hips ko kasti rahi.

Main uske andar tha, bahar nahi nikla beech mein. Har baar thoda aur gehra. Uski chut ne baar baar kasa. Kabhi dheere, kabhi achanak, jaise sawaal ka jawab body de rahi ho.

“Pehle kyun nahi kaha?” saans ke beech poocha.

“Kyunki phir tum sochte ke main khel rahi hoon,” usne kaha. “Aaj tumne poocha. Isliye diya.”

Utna hi. Phir baat khatam. Action hi baat ban gaya.

Maine usko counter se utara nahi. Ulta uski dono taangein apni kamar pe chadha li, taaki wazan meri bahon aur tile par baatein. Uske kandhon ne sink ke tap ko chhua, thanda loha, aur usne karah ke meri gardan kaati.

Mera lund uski chut mein khincha-sa laga, geela, tez. Uski panty pair ke paas padi thi, palazzo door, meri underwear bhi jeans ke saath uljhi. Koi sundar arrangement nahi tha. Kitchen tha, dopahar thi, aur do log the jo naap bhool chuke the.

Usne apna haath neeche kiya aur meri balls ko chhua, halke se. Woh dabaav itna tha ki meri saans atki. Maine uski thighs aur kholi, dhakka lamba kiya.

Aarti ki awaaz uthne lagi. Maine muh rakh ke uske hoth band kiye, nahi to gali tak jaati. Chumte hue hi choda, daant uske hoth par, uski jeeb meri jeeb ke saath.

Khidki ke neeche koi cycle ki ghanti bajayi, door. Dono ruke nahi. Cycle nikal gayi.

Uske boobs mere seene se ragad kha rahe the. Maine ek ko muh mein liya, doosre ko hath se dabaaya. Uski kamar meri hatheli mein fit thi, geeli kurti beech mein atki hui.

“Main gir rahi hoon,” usne kaha, lekin hans di. Gir nahi rahi thi. Pakdi hui thi.

Maine usko thoda aur peeche khiskaaya, taaki uski gaand tile ke bilkul kinaare par ho, aur mera lund seedha andar jaaye. Is baar pehle dhakke tez the. Uski chut ne unko liya, awaaz geeli ho gayi.

Paon ke neeche chini ke daane kuchle gaye. Meri jeans ghutne par atki rahi. Uske nange pair meri peeth ke peeche junk gaye, aidi dabi.

Garmi badhi. Paseena uski gardan se neeche beha, meri tongue ne chakh liya. Namak aur nimbu. Usne mere baal pakde, khinche, phir chhode.

Andar hi andar uska jism kasne laga. Maine uski clitoris par ungli rakhe rakhi, rhythm nahi toota. Uski aankhen bhari, munh khula, aur usne mere kandhon ko daant se dabaaya jab woh aayi.

Uski chut ne baar baar jhatka diya. Maine rokne ki koshish nahi ki. Uske jhatke ke saath mera lund bhi chhoot gaya, andar, garam, lamba sa discharge nahi, ek ke baad ek dhakka jo meri kamar ko khali karta gaya.

Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Counter ki thandak ab pichhli peeth tak aa rahi thi. Jug ab bhi adhoora tha, paani thanda padne ko tha.

Maine uske andar se nikla. Geelapan uski thighs par bahne laga. Usne meri kalai pakdi, ek pal ke liye, phir chhod di.

Jug ko chhoda nahi piya

Kurti usne sirf upar kheench ke pehni, button nahi lagaye. Bra chair ke paas giri rahi. Panty hath mein uthayi, pehni nahi. Maine jeans hips tak khinchi, zipper khula hi chhoda, t-shirt farsh se uthake kandhe par daali, pehni nahi.

Kitchen waisa hi pada tha. Nimbu ke tukde, giri chini, khula dhakkan. Koi safai nahi hui.

Aarti ne tap khola, do glass bhare, ek mujhe diya. Paani thanda tha. Hum akele the, meeting ki awaaz abhi neeche se nahi aa rahi thi.

Stool ke paas khadi hokar usne jug ki taraf dekha, phir mujhe. “Yeh ab nahi banta.”

Maine glass rakh diya, stool par baith gaya. Jeans ab bhi dhiili thi, mera lund andar se dheela pad raha tha, thakaan ke saath. Usne meri god mein baithne ka faisla kiya, kurti ke neeche nangi, meri thighs par uski thighs.

Neem ki chhaon khidki par lambi ho chuki thi. Jaipur ki gali se kisi ke radio ki dhun aayi, phir khatam ho gayi. Uski aankhen meri aankhon mein thin, thaki, saaf.

“Main neeche nahi jaunga,” maine kaha. Meeting ka poster fridge par laga tha, uski pin tedhi. Poster ko koi nahi chhua.

Usne mera kanha seena se sahlaya, bas itna, aur jug ke dhakkan ko table par ulat ke rakh diya jaise kaam khatam. Panty usne stool ke neeche gira di, hath khali kar diya.

God mein uska wazan tha, garam, geela. Maine uski kamar par haath rakha aur wahi ruka. Neeche se koi ghanti nahi baji. Kitchen mein sirf do saansein thin, aur adhoora nimbu pani jo ab kisi meeting ke kaam ka nahi raha.

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