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Pallavi ne auto wapas bheja, phir press ki mez par sex hua

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Card ke dher ko mez par rakhte hue Pallavi ne kaha, “Mera auto neeche wait kar raha hai, bas yeh last bundle khatam kar deti hoon.”

Maine uski taraf dekha. Cotton kurta uske kandhon par chipki hui thi aur jeans ke paas pasina chamak raha tha. Jaipur ke is chhote industrial area ke press mein India ki dupahar shaam mein badal chuki thi, lekin garmi utri nahi thi.

Ceiling fan dheemi chal rahi thi. Gaurav ka offset unit khaali pada tha. Mazdoor nikal chuke the. Sirf hum dono invitation cards ke sets jod rahe the, bina tankhwah, sirf ek dost ki madad ke liye.

“Agar tumhe jaldi nikalna hai to bacha kaam main kar loonga,” maine kaha.

Usne sir hilaya, phir phone uthaya. Screen ki roshni uski aankhen par padi. Auto wale ko bheja hua message khula tha: aap ja sakte ho, aaj nahi aaungi.

Yeh line uski abhi wali baat se takra gayi. Maine apna haath stack par rok diya.

“Tumne kaha auto wait kar raha hai. Phir usko kyun wapas bhej diya?”

Beech kaam sawal

Pallavi ne phone palat diya jaise koi garmi ki cheez ho. “Farhan.”

Mera naam uske muh se halka nikla. “Main jhoot bol rahi thi.”

“Kyun?”

“Kyunki main nahi jaana chahti thi. Yeh cards, yeh kamra, tumhare haath kaat-kaat ke sets bana rahe hain. Main soch rahi thi ki seedha bol doon to tum mujhe ajib samajhoge.”

Maine uski aankhen mein dekha. Koi aur aawaz nahi thi, sirf fan aur door gali se ek scooter ki speed ki door si gudgudahat. “To ab kya chahati ho?”

Woh kuch pal khadi rahi. Kurta ka gala uski gardan par geela tha. “Main yahin rukungi, agar tum bhi chahte ho. Nahi to main abhi nikal jaungi, koi sawal nahi.”

Itna kaafi tha. Maine stack ek taraf sarka diya. “Ruko. Main bhi nahi jaana chahta.”

Uske honth hilaye, phir woh mere kareeb aa gayi. Pehla touch uski ungliyon ka meri shirt ke button par tha, dheere, jaise koi switch na ho balki faisla ho. Hum dono akele the, aur woh door ab sirf lohe ka parda tha.

Humne ek doosre ko chuma. Uske baal mere haath mein aa gaye. Printing ink ki halki smell aur uski skin ki garmi mil gayi. Dupatta pehle se kursi par pada tha. Kurta ke neeche uski saans tez ho rahi thi.

Jaipur ki yeh gali sooni pad chuki thi. Hindustan ke is kone par shaam ke is time aise chhote press band ho jaate hain, aur yahin hum do log the, cards ke beech, bina kisi aur ke.

Jo dono ne chaha

Maine uski kamar pakdi. Jeans ki belt loop meri ungliyon mein atak gayi. Pallavi ne khud buckle khola. Zip neeche gayi. Usne meri shirt ke buttons khole, ek ek karke, bina jaldi ke, lekin bina rukawat ke.

Kurta upar utha to uski body ki garmi seedha mili. Bra ke upar meri ungliyan ruki, phir cups neeche khiske. Uske boobs meri hatheliyon mein bhar gaye, nipples tight, pasine se geele. Usne meri gardan par muh rakha aur daant se halki si kharosh di, itni ki meri saans atak gaye.

“Mez,” usne kaha, awaaz dabisi. “Yahan.”

Invitation cards ki last gaddi deewar ki taraf sarak gayi. Pallavi mez ki edge par baith gayi. Jeans aur panty ek saath ghutnon tak utar aaye. Uski thighs alag hui, uski chut geeli chamak rahi thi, baal geele, honth khule. Maine ghutnon ke bal jhuk kar uski chut ko chuma, jeeb andar, namak aur garmi ek saath.

Uski ungliyan mere baal mein kas gayin. “Farhan, itna mat tadpa.”

Main uth khada hua. Jeans kholi. Mera lund bahar aaya, tight, nasein ubhri hui. Pallavi ne apna ek haath aage badha kar pakda, muh ke kareeb laya, jeeb se sira geela kiya, phir honthon se dabaya. Itna hi, jyada nahi. Woh mez par hi ruki, pair zameen par, kamar aage.

Maine uski kamar pakad kar khud ko uski chut ke muh par rakha. Ek dhakka, phir doosra. Andar jaate hi uski aankhen band hui. Uski chut ne pakda, geeli, garam, tight. Hum dono ki saansein phooli hui thi. Fan ki hawa peeth par pad rahi thi, lekin neeche sirf garmi thi.

“Aur andar,” usne kaha. Koi lambi baat nahi. Maine dhakke tezz nahi, lekin gehre kiye. Mez halki si hilne lagi. Cards ki ek gaddi farsh par gir gayi, koi nahi uthane aaya.

Pallavi ne apne pair meri kamar ke peeche lapet liye. Jeans uske takhnon par atki rahi. Har dhakke par uski boobs hilte, meri chhati se ragar khate. Maine ek nipple muh mein liya, daant se dabaaya, jeeb ghumayi. Uski awaaz gale mein atak kar nikli, dabi, lekin saaf.

Kamar ka angle badla to lund uski chut ke upar wale hisse se ragar khane laga. Pallavi ka muh khula raha. “Wahan. Wahi.” Maine usi jagah ko pakde rakha, chhote chhote dhakke, phir lambe. Uski ungliyan meri peeth par nishan chhod rahi thin.

Thodi der baad usne meri shirt ki collarbone kaat si li. “Mujhe neeche utaro nahi. Yahin rakh.”

Maine haan mein sir hilaya. Hath uski gaand ke neeche gaya, uski thighs ko aur khola. Lund poora andar tak ja raha tha. Uski chut se awaaz aa rahi thi, geeli, tez. Printing unit ki lohe ki khushbu ke saath uski skin ki smell mil gayi thi, aur woh mix ab dimag se nahi utar raha tha.

“Dekh mujhe,” maine kaha.

Uski aankhen khuli. Andar kaala, bahar geela. Usne meri gardan pakdi. Hum dono ek doosre se chipke, dhakke ab mil kar aa rahe the. Pallavi ki awaaz badhne lagi, phir usne apna muh meri shirt ke kapde mein daba liya taaki gali tak na jaaye.

Uski chut kasne lagi, dharti si, phir lehar. Maine uski kamar ko mez se sataaye rakha jab woh kampne lagi. Uski saans toot kar nikli, pair meri peeth par kase, nakhun chubhe. Geelapan aur tez ho gaya, meri jeans ke kapde tak.

Uske baad bhi maine nahi roka. Pallavi geeli, naram, lekin pakad mein thi. “Nikal mat, abhi nahi,” usne kaha. Maine dhakke chhote kiye, gehrai wohi rakhi. Mera lund bhari hua tha, jadne ko. Uski chut ab bhi kheench rahi thi, har saans par.

“Main andar nahi,” maine kaha, saans ke beech.

“Bahar. Pet par.”

Aakhri dhakke tez the. Nikalte hi maine lund uske pet par rakh diya. Cum uski naabh ke neeche giri, garam, safed, kurta ke hem tak. Pallavi ne dekh kar hans diya, thaka hua, khula. Apni ungli se thoda sa phela diya, phir meri chhati par haath rakh diya.

Hum kuch pal waise hi rahe. Fan ab bhi dheemi thi. Mez ke kinare cards bikhre pade the. Uski thighs meri kamar ke dono taraf thi, jeans takhne par, kurta kandhon se sarka hua. Maine uske maathe se paseena ponchha. Koi badi baat nahi hui, sirf saans milti rahi.

Gali ki taraf

Pallavi pehle utri. Panty aur jeans khinchi, buckle kasaa, kurta neeche kiya. Pet par jo geela tha usko kapde ne dhak liya. Dupatta kursi se uthaya, lekin gale mein nahi lapeta, bag ke handle se baandh diya.

Maine apni jeans aur shirt theek ki. Buttons galat hole mein gaye, doosri koshish mein seedha hue. Stack ko deewar ke paas dhakela, itna ki subah Gaurav ko uljhan na ho, lekin saaf-safai ka koi natak nahi kiya.

“Main nikal rahi hoon,” Pallavi ne kaha. Bag uthaya. Phone pocket mein daala, screen neeche.

Shutter ke paas khadi hokar usne ek baar peeche dekha. Hum dono ki aankhen mili, bas itna. Phir lohe ka parda upar kiya, gali ki hawa andar aayi, dhoop ab dhal chuki thi. Pallavi ne kadam bahar rakhe, auto nahi tha, sirf khaali rasta. Bag kandhe par liye hue woh left mor ki taraf chali gayi, bina rukke.

Maine shutter neeche kiya, kundi lagayi, fan band kiya. Press andhera ho gaya. Bahar uske juton ki awaaz do pal sunai di, phir woh bhi gali mein kho gayi.

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