“Omkar, is kone se kora pakad, warna fold beech se tut jayega.”
Leela ne meri taraf bhaari razai ka kora fenka. Society store ke dim floor par main uske saamne khada tha. Kora pakadte hi meri kalai uski kalai se takrai, aur maine jhatke se haath peeche khinch liya jaise koi chingari lagi ho.
“Yeh kya hua?” Leela ki awaaz saaf thi, gusse wali nahi, lekin andher mein tez. “Doosri razai bhi isi tarah girayega kya?”
Maine kora dubara pakda. Hum dono winter distribution ke liye society ki purani razaiyan fold kar rahe the. Bahar Dehradun ki thandi hawa shutter ki darar se aa rahi thi. Bharat ke is pahadi shehar mein shaam jaldi bhaari ho jati hai, aur store ka bulb ek hi jalta tha.
Leela maroon sweater aur cream salwar kameez mein thi. Dupatta usne ek keele par taang diya tha taaki kaam mein atkan na ho. Main grey hoodie aur jeans mein tha, pair mein slippers.
Doosri razai fold karte time phir wahi hua. Uski ungli mere haath par aayi to maine kandha hata liya. Fold tedha ho gaya. Leela ne razai ko godi mein rok liya aur meri taraf dekha.
Razai ke neeche sawaal
“Omkar.” Naam aise nikla jaise koi register na ho, seedha sawaal ho. “Tu meri taraf haath kyon nahi badhata?”
Main chup raha. Store mein mothballs ki smell thi, aur kisi pipe se pani ki ek boond tapak rahi thi.
“Hum dono ko yeh pair kaam diya gaya hai. Tu khud mere saath list mein naam likhwa ke aaya. Phir bhi har baar meri khal se bachta hai.” Razai ek taraf dhakel di gayi. “Yeh kya baat hai? Seedha bol.”
Meri saans ruk si gayi. Athais saal ki umar mein bhi yeh baat zabaan par bhaari thi. Leela chhabees ki thi, society meetings mein saaf bolti thi, aur aaj uski aankhen bulb ki peeli roshni mein bilkul stable thi. Hoodie ki zipper ke pass meri ungli ghumi, phir ruki.
“Main naya hoon,” maine kaha. “Matlab, kisi ke saath poora utna nahi hua. Tu mujhe chhoo leti hai to lagta hai main galat kar dunga. Isliye hat jata hoon.”
Leela ki bhaon thodi si uthin. Hasi nahi aayi, lekin uske honth khule.
“Toh tu mujhse doori isliye rakh raha hai?” usne poocha. “Main samajh gayi. Tu chahta hai koi sikhaye, aur tu yahin khada hai jaise kambal hi asli kaam ho.”
Maine sir hilaya. “Haan. Mujhe seekhna hai. Tu sikha de.”
Ek kadam aage aaya. Uska haath mere hoodie ke pocket ke paas ruka, zabardasti nahi, bas wahan. “Haan,” usne kaha. “Abhi. Yahin.”
Maine uska haath pakad liya. Woh peeche nahi hati. Hum razaiyon ke dher ke paas gaye jo deewar se sata tha, upar se do gaddi bhi rakhi thi. Thand neeche se aa rahi thi, lekin oon ki tehon mein garmi thi.
Zipper neeche utri. Main uske sweater ke button kholne laga. Ek button atka, doosra nikal aaya.
“Dheere,” Leela boli. “Jaldi se kapde nahi faadne. Pehle dekh, phir kar.”
Sweater uske kandhon se utra. Kameez ke neeche cream bra ki patti dikhi. Maine apna hoodie bhi utara, grey T-shirt geeli si ho chuki thi gardan ke pass. Uski aankhen mere seene par ruki, phir uth kar meri aankhon se mili.
Honth pehle halka sa mile, jaise koi naap raha ho. Phir usne chuma, gehra, aur meri gardan par uski ungli rakh di. Main uski kamar ke pass haath le gaya. Salwar ki nali ke upar kameez guchchhi ho rahi thi.
“Yahan nahi dabana,” usne mere kaan ke paas kaha. “Pehle yahan.” Uska haath mere haath ko kameez ke andar, pet ke upar le gaya, phir oopar, chuchiyon ke neeche. Bra ke cup ke kinare par meri hatheli ruki.
Itna thand sirf Hindustan ke pahadi shehron mein hi chadhti hai, aur hamari khal us oon se chipak rahi thi. Bahar kisi cycle ki ghanti dur se gunji, phir khamoshi aa gayi.
Kameez sir ke upar se utri. Bra ke hook peeche the. Maine atka, Leela ne khud ek hook khola, doosra mere liye chhod diya. Cup hatte hi uski chuche meri hatheli mein aa gayin, naram, thandi hawa se thodi si kasi. Maine muh jhukaya. Zubaan se gol ghuma to uski saans mere baal mein ulajh gayi.
“Haan, aise. Dant mat laga.” Short instruction thi, koi lecture nahi. Main wahi kiya. Uski ungli mere baal mein kasti rahi, kabhi khinchti, kabhi chhodti.
Jeans ka button mere pet par khul gaya. Leela ne zipper neeche ki aur haath ke palle se mera lund kapde ke upar se naapa. Main ek pal ke liye kadi ho gaya, sharm aur garmi ek saath. Underwear geeli si ho chuki thi aage se.
“Baith,” usne kaha. Main gaddi par let gaya. Woh mere pair ke beech khadi rahi, salwar ki nara kholi, phir salwar aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak utari. Uski thighs par halki si roshni padi. Uski chut par geela chamak tha, kaale baal geele se.
Jeans aur underwear mere takhnon tak atak gaye. Slippers ek taraf gir gaye. Leela jhuki aur mere lund ko haath mein liya, neeche se upar, dheere, jaise batana ho ki rush mat kar. Phir usne muh mein liya. Garam, geela, aur itna seedha ki meri kamar khud uthne lagi.
“Ruk.” Utna kaafi tha. Woh muh hatati, muskurati, phir dobara leti, is baar gehra. Meri ungliyan uske baal mein thi, zabardasti nahi, bas rakhne ke liye. Uski aankhen kabhi upar dekhti, jaise pooch rahi ho samajh aa raha hai ya nahi.
Maine kaha, “Leela… zyada ho jayega.”
Woh uth khadi hui, meri god mein aake baithi, uski chut mere lund ke upar se ragad khati. Geelahat meri khal par faili. “Ab andar. Tu upar se mat kudna. Main bataungi.”
Uski chut ne dheere se mera lund liya. Pehle sirf sir, phir thoda aur. Main saans rok ke baitha raha. Woh apni kamar se neeche baithe, ruki, phir aur baithi. Andar tak aate aate uski saans meri gardan par giri.
Store ka bulb humare upar hilta raha, jaise koi door se generator chalu ho. Hum akele the. Uski chuche mere seene se chipki. Main uski kamar pakde raha, uske rhythm ka wait karta.
Pehla uthan usne khud diya, chhota. Doosra thoda lamba. “Ab tu. Dheere.” Maine neeche se uthaya, itna ki woh jhul na jaye. Uski aankhen band huin, honth khule. Phir usne meri kalai dabaayi, matlab ruko, phir chhodi, matlab chal.
Ritika train ki berth par ruki, phir humne sex kiya
Palak ke coach jaane ka plan chhut gaya jab Ritika ne meri kalaai pakdi. Curtain ke peeche berth par sex hua, aur woh aisle ki cahal ke baad bhi nahi uthi.Read related storyBeech beech mein woh meri ungli apni chut ke upar, jahan hum jude the, us bindu par le gayi. “Yahan. Gol. Tez nahi.” Maine wahi kiya. Uski thighs meri kamar ko kasne lagin. Geeli awaaz razai ke oon mein dabti rahi.
Kabhi woh aage jhukti, apne honth mere seene par rakh ke, kabhi seedhi baith ke meri aankhon mein dekhti. Main uske kandhon par haath phiraata, phir neeche, uski gaand ke naram hisse par, bina dabaye, bas pakde. Uski chut mera lund ko kasti, chhodti, phir kasti.
“Ab thoda tez,” usne kaha, awaaz toot si rahi thi. Maine uthan bada kiya. Gaddi peeche deewar se takrai. Uski chuche meri hatheli mein kudi. Ek pal ke liye uski aankhen nam ho gayin, lekin woh hasi, aur mere honth kaat ke chuma.
Meri saans bhaari ho chuki thi. Woh samajh gayi. “Nikal ke mat kar. Andar rakh, lekin ruk mat. Main pehle.” Uski ungli khud apni chut ke upar tez hui, mere lund ke saath. Uski kamar kanpne lagi, uski chut ne mujhe itna kasaa ki main daant se honth dabaaye raha.
Leela ki awaaz dabi, ek lambi saans, phir uska pair mere pair ke peeche atak gaya. Geelahat aur tez ho gayi. Uske baad hi maine chhoda, andar, kamar jakdi, uski peeth par haath failaye. Dono ki saansein phooli hui thi.
Woh meri god mein kuch der ruki, maathe ko mere maathe se lagaaye. Koi badi baat nahi kahi. Sirf, “Ab samajh aaya na.” Maine sir hilaya. Uski aankhen ab naram thin, pehle jaisi sawali nahi.
Doosri taraf muh
Hum alag hue to thand turant wapas aa gayi. Maine T-shirt dhundhi jo gaddi ke kinare giri thi. Leela bra pehle pehni, phir kameez. Salwar ki nara atak gayi, usne gaali si di, phir has di.
Jeans tante time mera lund ab bhi bhaari tha, lekin kaam ki taraf dimag lautne laga. Razaiyan ab bhi adhuri thin, ek dher seedha tha, doosra bigda hua. Leela ne dupatta keele se utara aur gardan par daala, bina sochhe, jaise pehle wala kaam hi restart ho.
“Yeh wali tight fold kar, warna van mein jagah nahi bachegi,” usne kaha, awaaz phir practical. Maine hoodie pehni. Zipper adhuri chhod di kyunki haath ab bhi kanp rahe the, lekin ab chhoone se nahi, khali thakaan se.
Hum ek saath ek badi razai ko double karne lage. Is baar meri ungli uski ungli se mili to koi hatak nahi hui. Woh dekhti rahi, kuch nahi boli. Fold seedha baitha.
Shutter ki darar se thandi hawa tez ho gayi. Store ke kone mein wohi pipe tapak rahi thi. Main soch raha tha ke kitni razaiyan aur bachin, jab neeche se ek horn goonji, chhoti, jaldi wali.
Van neeche ruk gayi
“Omkar bhai!” Ramesh chowkidar ki awaaz seedhi stairwell se chadh ke aayi. “Blanket ka bundle neeche chahiye, van aa gayi! Driver ginna shuru kar diya!”
Leela ke haath ek pal ke liye razai par ruke. Uski aankhen shutter ki taraf gayin, phir meri taraf. Koi lambi alvida nahi. “Ja. Yeh teen fold ho chuki hain, yeh le ja. Main baaki yahin rakh deti hoon.”
Maine jeans ka button dubara check kiya, hoodie ki zipper poori kheenchi, aur teeno razaiyon ka bundle kandhe par uthaya. Bundle bhaari tha, meri gardan jhuk gayi. Keele par uska dupatta ab nahi tha. Floor par meri slippers thi, maine pehni, ek pair tedha raha.
Darwaze ke paas aake maine peeche dekha. Leela gaddi ko deewar se sata rahi thi, kameez ke last button ko theek karti. Uski aankhen mujhse mili, bas ek nod. Main seedhiyan utarne laga, bundle se deewar ragadti rahi.
Neeche parking ke paas van already khuli padi thi, driver haath mein chalk rakh ke gin raha tha. Ramesh ne mujhe dekhte hi haath uthaya. “Arre bhai, aaj jaldi nikalna pada, pichhli trip late ho gayi thi. Yeh rakh, agla bundle bhi turant.”
Maine pehla bundle van ke floor par rakha. Upar store ka bulb ab bhi jal raha tha, lekin mera kaam ab yahin tha, ginai ke saath khada hona. Pocket mein haath daal ke maine zipper ke last daant ko theek kiya, aur driver ke saath ginai mein shamil ho gaya.
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