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Raj Sharma ruka, phir Sonal ke saath reading room mein sex ho gaya

8 min readHindi Sex Stories

Sonal ke jumle ke beech maine darwaze ki kundi pakad li aur ek kadam bahar ki taraf badhaya.

“Tum har baat adhoori chhod ke nikal jaate ho,” usne peeche se kaha. “Aaj bhi list ke naam par tum sunoge nahi.”

Reading room ki hawa garam thi. Ahmedabad ki is purani library mein fan dheere ghoom raha tha, aur table par event ke poster ab bhi khule pade the. Bharat ke is sheher ki shaam late tak chal ti hai, lekin meri thakaan usse bhi late thi.

Main mud ke dekha. Sonal abhi bhi usi folding chair ke paas khadi thi, kurta ke neeche saans tez, chashma thoda tedha. Uske baal ka ek gucchha kaan par chipka tha. Woh meri taraf aayi nahi. Sirf rukne ka intezaar kar rahi thi.

“Main sun raha tha,” maine kaha. “Tumhe lagta hai kaam sirf mere kandhon par rakha jaaye.”

“Aur tumhe lagta hai door pakadte hi baat khatam.” Uski awaaz mein chid nahi thi, thakan thi. “Paanch minute. Bas itna. Phir jaana.”

Kundi meri mutthi mein thi. Bahar gali ki batti peeli pad rahi thi. Main ja sakta tha. Volunteer list kal bhi ban sakti thi. Phir bhi haath chhod diya. Darwaza jaisa tha waisa hi band raha, lock ki koi zaroorat nahi padi.

Main wapas table ke paas aaya. Sonal ne meri taraf dekha, uski aankhen geeli nahi thin, lekin tez thin. Hum dono adult the, dono thake the, dono ko pata tha yeh sirf poster ki ladai nahi.

Rukne ka wazan

“Tumhe lagta hai main haq se nikal jata hoon,” maine dheere kaha. “Sach yeh hai ki main roz yahin atak jata hoon.”

Sonal ne chashma utar ke table par rakha. “To aaj atak jao. Apni marzi se.”

Woh pal chhota tha. Usne mera haath nahi pakda. Maine uska haath nahi khincha. Sirf itna hua ki main uske kareeb ruk gaya, itna kareeb ki uski saans meri shirt par padi.

“Agar tu nahi chahta to nikal,” usne halke se kaha. “Main rokungi nahi.”

Maine jawaab shabd se nahi diya. Main jhuka aur uske honth chhue. Sonal ne pehle ek pal socha, phir meri gardan pakad ke wapas chuma. Woh choomna geela tha, jaldi mein nahi, jaise dono ne pehle se jaan liya ho ki rukna isi liye tha.

Uski kurta ki cloth meri ungliyon ke neeche garam thi. Maine kamar par haath rakha, uski kamar patli aur tight thi. Sonal ne meri shirt ka pehla button khola, doosra bhi, bina haste hue. Reading room ke kone mein almirah thi, dusri taraf carpet jahan bachchon ki kahaniyan subah padhi jaati thin. Ab wahan sirf hum the.

Hindustan mein aisi chhoti library raat ko sunsaan ho jaati hai. Vinod doodh lene gaya tha, yeh baat pehle hi ho chuki thi. Koi register, koi chitthi, koi extra bahana nahi. Sirf yeh ki main ruka, aur Sonal ne mujhe apne se sata liya.

Kurta upar uthti gayi. Uski bra simple kaali thi, boobs usme dabey hue. Maine cup ke upar se chhua, phir side se nikaal ke nipple ko munh mein liya. Sonal ki ungliyan mere baal mein ghus gayin. “Ah… dheere,” usne kaha, lekin sir peeche nahi hata.

Jeans ki zip mere liye takleef de rahi thi. Usne khud meri belt pakdi, kholi, aur haath andar daal ke mera lund pakda. Garam, already tight. Uski mutthi ne neeche se upar malish ki, itni saaf ki main ek second ke liye aankh band kar gaya.

Carpet par hum dono let gaye. Poster tube table se larakar giri, thak se. Koi nahi aaya. Sonal ne churidar ke sath panty bhi neeche sarkaayi. Uski thighs ke beech geelapan ungli se pehle hi dikh raha tha. Maine do ungliyan uski chut par pheri, phir andar. Woh tight thi, garam thi, aur meri kalai ko apni tarah se dabaye rakha.

“Idhar aa,” usne kaha. Simple. Bina lambi baat ke.

Maine apni jeans aur underwear ek saath utaare. Mera lund uski pet ke against laga. Sonal ne haath se sahara diya aur khud ko set kiya. Main dheere andar gaya. Uski chut ne pehle rokha, phir khol diya. Woh awaaz chhoti thi, gili, aur uski lambi saans mere kandhe par toot i.

Pehle dhakke short the. Main uske upar tha, kohni carpet par, uska ek haath meri peeth par. Har baar jab main andar tak jata, Sonal ka munh thoda khul jata. Uski aankhen band nahi thin. Woh dekh rahi thi, jaise pakadna chahti ho ki yeh sach mein ho raha hai.

Table ki leg se meri kalai takrai. Dard chhota tha. Sonal hans di, woh bhi chhota. Phir usne meri kamar pakad ke mujhe andar khincha. Speed badhi. Uski chut kitni geeli ho chuki thi, meri thighs tak slick tha. Main uske boobs ke beech munh rakhe choda, kabhi nipple, kabhi collarbone.

“Aur… wahan,” usne saans tod ke kaha. Maine angle badla, uski thighs ko thoda upar kiya. Ab har dhakka uski clit se ragad kha raha tha. Sonal ki awaaz badhi, phir usne apna hi honth kaat liya taaki library ki deewar ke paar na jaaye.

Beech mein main nikal ke uske honth chuma, phir wapas ghusa. Yeh koi list nahi thi. Kabhi ruk ke dekhna, kabhi uski geeli chut ki garmi se according chalna. Usne ek baar meri kalai pakdi aur meri ungli apni clit par rakh di. Main chota circle banaata raha jab lund andar bahar hota raha.

Uska pet tight hua. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par khurach gayin. “Raj… ab,” itna hi kaha, aur uski chut ne mera lund ko kheencha. Main rukne wala nahi tha, lekin uske climax ke dauran dheere ho gaya, taaki uski tarah ke spasms ko feel kar sakun. Uski saans ukhad i, phir dhire hue.

Maine abhi tak nahi chhoda tha andar. Sonal ne aankh khol ke dekha. “Bahar nikal ke de,” usne kaha, seedha. Main nikal aaya. Usne haath se pakad ke tez malish ki, apni chut ke upar. Main jhad gaya uski pet aur neeche ke baal par, garam dhaar. Woh dekh ti rahi, phir apni hi ungli se thoda sa faila diya jaise koi hush nahi, sirf haq.

Hum dono kuch pal carpet par pade rahe. Fan ki hawa ab thandi nahi, bas chal rahi thi. Meri shirt ek kandhe se atki thi. Sonal ki kurta pet ke upar ulati padi thi. Uski aankhen band thin, lekin muskaan nahi, ek shaant thakaan thi jo kaam ke baad aati hai.

Main uske kaan ke paas tha. Uski body ki garmi ab bhi chipki thi. Poster wahi gira pada tha. Koi naya kaam, koi naya plan nahi bana. Sirf yeh ki jo baat darwaze par adhoori thi, woh yahan tak aa gayi thi.

Jo door tha woh kareeb aaya

Sonal ne pehle bra lagayi, phir kurta. Main jeans ki zip kheench raha tha jab usne mera chehra pakda aur ek chhota sa chuma, jaise confirm karna ho ki gussa ab nahi. “List kal,” usne itna hi kaha. Main hans nahi paya, sirf sir hila diya.

Uski churidar pehnte hue uski thighs par meri nishani ab nahi dikh rahi thi, lekin uski chaal abhi bhi dheemi thi. Main apni belt kas raha tha. Reading room wahi tha, kitaben wahi thin, lekin table ke kinare meri hatheli ka pasina pada tha.

“Tum rukey, isliye yeh hua,” usne button lagate hue kaha. Yeh ilzaam nahi tha. Ek seedhi baat thi. Maine kaha, “Main nikalta to yeh adhoora hi rehta.” Uske baad dono chup. Extra vada nahi. Extra shabd nahi.

Pani ki bottle se usne pet saaf ki, maine apni shirt ke hem se khud ko. Hum phir se unhi kapdon mein the jo event ke time the. Chashma usne wapas lagaya. Woh Sonal wapas dikhne lagi, jo list ke naam par jhagadti hai, jo meri taraf se kaam ginate hue thak jaati hai.

Main darwaze ke paas gaya, kundi par haath rakha, is baar nikalne ke liye nahi, bas check karne. Gali ab bhi khali thi. Ahmedabad ki raat mein kutta dur bhauka. Library ka yeh kona ab bhi hamara tha, lekin zyada der nahi.

Sonal carpet se uth ke poster uthane lagi, ek-ek karke roll karti. Yeh kaam pehle meri zimmedari thi, ab usne khud uthaya. Main uske saath khada raha, kaam baant te hue, bina nayi ladai ke. Uski ungliyan ab bhi thodi kamp rahi thin.

“Kal subah stall pe pehle tum aana,” usne kaha, phir turant rok di. “Nahi. Jo hona tha ho gaya. Kal ka kal.”

Main sirf itna bola, “Theek.” Itna kaafi tha. Hum dono ne ek doosre ko dobara nanga nahi kiya, dobara nahi choda. Jo tha, carpet par complete ho chuka tha.

Gali se scooter boli

Tab bahar kick start hui. Purani scooter, Vinod wali, jo doodh ke pouch ke saath wapas aati hai. Engine ki awaaz gali se reading room tak aa gayi, phir doosri kick.

Sonal ke haath se poster girte girte bacha. Maine light ka switch nahi chheda, jo pehle se dim tha wahi rehne diya. Hum jaldi nahi bhaage, lekin kapde ek baar phir check kiye. Uski chashma seedhi, meri belt kas i, carpet par koi kapda nahi.

Vinod ke pairon ki chappar ki awaaz aangan ki taraf badhi. Sonal side wali khidki ke raste nikalne wali thi, wahi rasta jahan se hum event ke boxes laate hain. Usne meri taraf dekha, ek baar sir jhukaya, aur nikal gayi. Koi lambi alvida nahi.

Main do minute aur ruka, kitaab ke stack ko seedha kiya, giri hui tube uthayi, table saaf. Scooter bahar thak-thak karti rahi. Jab Vinod ke bunne ke jhanjhan se lock ki jhankar aayi, main bhi dusre darwaze se nikal gaya.

Gali mein Sonal nahi dikhi. Sirf peeli batti, garam hawa, aur Vinod ka doodh ka thaila handle se latka. Main seedha apni cycle ki taraf gaya jo library ki deewar se lagi thi. Peeche se Vinod ki awaaz aayi, “Kaun tha andarle?” Main jawab nahi diya. Cycle nikaal ke peddle mara.

Mera jism ab bhi Sonal ki garmi yaad rakh raha tha, lekin raasta wahi roz ka tha. Ahmedabad ki is gali se nikalte hue main sirf itna jaanta tha ki jo adhoori baat thi, usne mujhe rok liya, aur Vinod ki scooter ne wahi pal kaat diya.

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