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Pyaar ke rishte mein Sonal ne walk rok kar milan maanga

7 min readRomantic Sex Stories

Saat bajne se pehle main Sonal ke bedroom ke farsh par ek walking shoe pehen chuka tha aur doosre ka lace kheench raha tha. Roz ki tarah chai pee chuka tha, ab society ke chhote track par do chakkar lagane ka irada tha.

Ahmedabad ki is purani society mein shaam ka walk aam baat hai, jaise Hindustan ke kai shehron mein log garmi nikaalte hain. Main lace ko kas raha tha ki Sonal khidki ke paas se ghumi aur mere haath se woh lace chheen li.

“Jute utar do. Aaj walk nahi. Mujhe ek seedha jawaab chahiye.”

Uske cotton kurta ki silwat abhi bhi seedhi nahi hui thi. Palazzo mein woh bed ke kinare aa kar baith gayi, itni kareeb ki uski ghutne meri track pants se takra gayi. Teen saal se hum lovers the, ek hi flat mein, lekin shaam ko main nikal jaata tha jaise rishte ko hawa chahiye, usko nahi.

“Kya faisla?” meri awaaz zyada tez nikal gayi. “Main sirf do chakkar laga kar aaunga.”

“Nahi. Pehle yeh bata, hamara pyaar ab bhi couple wala hai ya tu mujhe roommate samajh kar nikalta hai? Agar lover hai to aaj raat yahin ruk. Walk ki jagah main chahiye.”

Lace uski mutthi mein dabaa raha. Main joota utar kar farsh par rakh diya. Uska sawal chhota tha, lekin uske baad na main track par hota, na ending waisi hoti jaisi roz hoti thi.

Jute ke lace ruk gaye

“Main nikalta isliye tha kyunki office ka shor sir mein reh jaata hai, isliye nahi ki tera pyaar halka lagta hai,” maine kaha. “Tu meri lover hai. Rishte ko main haan kehta hoon. Aaj yahin hoon.”

Sonal ke honth pehle sakht the, phir dheere se khule. Usne mera collar pakda, lekin kheencha nahi, bas itna kaha, “Toh chhoo. Abhi.” Yeh ek hi baar ka saaf raasta tha, uske baad hum dono aage badhe.

Khidki abhi khuli thi. Bharat ki garm shaam ki hawa andar aa kar uske baal kaan par gira rahi thi. Ceiling fan ki pattiyan dheemi thi. Main uske kandhon par haath rakhta, kurta ki soft cotton ungliyon ke neeche garam lagi.

Usne meri t-shirt ki hem uthayi. Main haath upar karta, kapda sir ke upar nikal aaya. Sonal ki aankhen mere seene par tikin, phir usne apna ek haath meri gardan ke peeche fira. Hamara pehla kiss tez nahi tha. Usne chuma jaise teen saal ke pyaar ko wapas munh se pakad rahi ho.

Kurta ke pehle do button uske apne haath se khule. Teesra mere haath se. Uske neeche bra ka halka cream rang tha, skin us par chamak rahi thi. Main uski kamar par ungli rakhta, palazzo ki elastic ko bas ek ungli se khincha. Woh khud khadi hui, palazzo neeche sarka, phir bra ka hook peeche se khol diya.

Bed ke kinare meri track pants atak gayi. Sonal ne nada khincha, kapda ghutnon tak utra. Mera lund pehle underwear mein tight tha, phir woh bhi utar gaya. Hum dono nange ho kar gaddhe par aaye, fan ki hawa peeth par chal rahi thi.

“Itni der se main yeh sochti thi ki tu walk ko meri jagah de raha hai,” usne mere kaan ke paas kaha. “Aaj rishte ko pehle rakh.”

Maine uski thighs ke beech haath phela. Uski chut pehle se geeli thi, ungli malum padte hi uski saans ruk kar nikli. Meri ungliyon ne dheere gol kiya, uski clit par dabav diya, phir do ungli andar li. Sonal ne meri kalai pakdi, hataayi nahi, bas rhythm apna li.

Hamara gehra pyaar

Woh meri ungliyon par hilne lagi, kurta ab farsh par pada tha, uske boobs mere munh ke paas aa gaye. Maine ek nipple chusa, doosre ko anguthe se ghumaya. Uski aankhen band thin, honth khule, kabhi mera naam, kabhi sirf saans.

Main uske neeche sarak kar uski chut par munh rakhta. Zubaan se pehli ladai dheemi thi, phir tez. Sonal ne mere baal pakde, kamar uthayi, bed ki chadar mutthi mein aa gayi. Uski thighs mere kaanon ko daba rahi thin, geelapan meri chin par behne laga.

“Andar aa,” usne kaha, seedha, bina lambe natak ke.

Main upar aaya. Mera lund uski chut ke muh par laga, ek baar raga, phir dheere andar gaya. Woh tight thi, garam thi, aur har inch par uska pyaar aur shareer ek saath the. Jab tak main poora andar na hua, uski ungliyan meri peeth par khadi rahi.

Pehli dhakka dheema tha. Doosra usne khud kheencha. Hum couple ki tarah nahi, do strangers ki tarah bhi nahi hil rahe the. Har dhakke ke saath uski aankhen meri aankhon se milti, phir band ho jaati. Main uski kamar pakad kar khincha, woh meri gardan kaat kar honth se honth milaati.

Bed ki lakdi halki si chhinkti. Khidki se neeche society ke bachchon ki awaaz door se aa rahi thi, par kamre ke andar sirf hamari saans thi. Maine uski ek tang uthayi, kona badla, lund uski chut ke aur gehre hisse tak gaya. Sonal ki awaaz dab kar nikli, phir khul gayi.

Usne mujhe palat diya. Ab woh upar thi, haath mere seene par, baal aage girte. Apni chut mein mera lund le kar woh gol ghumi, phir seedha uth kar baithi. Uske boobs meri mutthi mein aa gaye, nipples ungli ke beech. Main uth kar uske honth tak pahuncha, kiss ke beech uska naam liya.

“Yash… aur… bas yahin.”

Uski speed badhi. Meri ungli uski clit par rahi, uski thighs kaanpne lagi. Jab woh aayi to uski chut ne mera lund kas liya, uski saans tut kar lambi ho gayi, naakhun meri skin par chhote nishan chhod gaye. Main uske andar hi raha, hilna band nahi kiya, bas rhythm halka kiya.

Phir usne neeche let kar mujhe wapas upar kheench liya. Main uski tangon ko khol kar tez choda, itna ki gaddha hum dono ke neeche khisakne laga. Sonal ke muh se meri taarif nahi, sirf gehra awaaz nikal raha tha. Uske baal takiye par pheile the, uski aankhen kabhi meri, kabhi ceiling fan ki taraf.

Main mehsoos kar raha tha ki lund bhari ho raha hai. Usne meri kamar pakad kar andar hi rakha. “Mujh mein nikal.” Maine ek last tez dhakka diya, phir do, phir andar hi utar aaya. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Main uske upar girne se bacha, kohni par utha raha, maatha uske maathe se sata.

Kuch der hum aise hi pade rahe. Mera lund dheere bahar nikla, uski thighs par geela nishaan reh gaya. Fan ki hawa ab thandi nahi, bas nam thi. Sonal ne meri chhati par haath rakha, nahi hataaya.

“Yeh rishte ka jawaab tha,” usne halki hansi ke saath kaha. “Walk kal bhi nikal lena. Aaj nahi.”

Main uske kaan ke peeche baal hataata, kuch kehne wala tha, ki neeche se ek bhaari horn phoota. Pehle door laga, phir bilkul gate ke paas.

Neeche tanker aa gaya tha

Watchman ki awaaz khidki se seedhi andar ghus aayi. “Yash bhai! Aapki scooty gate pe atak gayi hai! Pani ka tanker nahi ghus raha, piche line lag gayi! Jaldi aao!”

Sonal ki aankhen pehle meri, phir khidki ki taraf. Hum dono ek pal ke liye nange hi the, phir reality ne kamar pakad li. Main farsh se track pants uthata, ek pair mein hi pair daalta, t-shirt ulti pehenta. Ek joota mil gaya, doosra bed ke neeche atka raha.

“Roz walk pe nikalte to scooty side laga aate,” usne kaha, kurta jaldi se sir ke upar se daalte hue. Afsos nahi tha awaaz mein, bas hisaab tha. “Aaj ruke, isliye gate band hai.”

Neeche phir horn. Koi gaali bhi nikal gaya, koi hasa. Main khidki ke paas ja kar dekhne laga: Ahmedabad ki is gali mein tanker schukate hue khada tha, mera scooty uske raaste mein, jaise maine jaan boojh kar chhod diya ho. Hindustan ke is chhote society scene mein ab meri nangi peeth wali raat bahar nahi ja sakti thi, sirf main ja sakta tha.

Sonal ne mera doosra joota bed ke neeche se nikaal kar mere haath mein thama. “Ja. Pani nikal jaayega. Main yahin hoon.”

Main darwaze tak bhaaga, ek lace abhi khula, honth par uska swaad abhi bhi. Peeche bedroom mein woh khidki ke frame se lag kar khadi rahi, kurta sirf itna ki shaam dhaanki rahe, aur neeche tanker ka shor hamare pyaar ke baad ki pehli awaaz ban gaya.

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