Office mein mera promotion ho gaya—Gurgaon branch mein do din baad join karna tha. Colleagues party maangne lage, maine sabko treat diya aur khud bhi 2 beer pi li.
Ghar pahuncha to surur mein tha. Rashmi ne darwaza khola—
maine use seene se laga liya, uski naram warmth mehsoos hui. “Promotion ho gaya behna!” Woh khush ho gayi, par jaise hi piye hue ka pata chala, naraaz: “Bhaiya, yeh kya?” Jaise-taise manaaya, “Promise, ab nahi piyunga.”
Chhotu so raha tha. Khana kha liya tha to mana kar diya, bas uska haath thaam ke balcony mein le gaya. Bench pe baith gaye—shaam ki thandi hawa, uski saansein kareeb. Bataya, “Gurgaon shift, yeh ghar bhi le jaana padega.” Rashmi muskurayi: “Koi baat nahi, sab ho jayega. Main khush hoon!”
Maine kaha, “Sorry behna.” Woh poochi, “Kis baat ke liye?” “Woh din… thappad maara tha.” Usne sir mere kandhe pe rakh diya: “Galti meri thi bhaiya, tune sahi kiya. Teri wajah se zinda hoon, khush hoon—sahara na diya hota to jaan de chuki hoti.”
Maine uske baal sahlaye—naram resham jaise, ungliyan phiraate hue: “Ek baat bolun? Chhotu aur tujhse bahut gehra pyar karta hoon—khaas kar tujhse, ab tu hi meri zindagi hai.”
Rashmi seene se lag gayi—uski soft curves mere seene se dab gaye, dhadkan ek doosre se takrati. Bahut der chipki rahi, uski garam saansein meri gardan pe chu jaati, halki si khushboo—maa wali, phir bhi intoxicating. Maine maathe pe kiss kiya—uski skin garam, mulayam, labbon ka sparsh halka sa lamba.
Haath se peeth sahlata raha—dupatte ke neeche woh soft curves mehsoos hote, kamar ki khankhaari, naram flesh ka andaaz. Dil ki dhadkan tez, uski saansein bhaari—ek pal lage jaise time ruk gaya. Aage badhne ki himmat abhi nahi, par yeh gehri intimacy dil ko bhar diya—pyaar ka surur, bina shabd ke.
Do din baad Gurgaon branch join kiya. Shaam ko office ke baad 2BHK flat rent pe liya, advance de diya—zindagi ka naya chapter shuru!
Hotel room mein fresh hua, khana kha ke bed pe leta tha—tabhi Rashmi ka WhatsApp: “Congrats!” un dono ki cute pic. Maine reply: “Thank you. Missing you.”
R: “Chhotu bhi bahut miss kar raha papa ko.”
Me: “Achha, aur Chhotu ki mummy?”
R: “Wo bhi bahut miss kar rahi.”
Me: “Kitna?”
R: “Bahut bahut.”Me: “Itna miss kar rahi to aa jaun? 1 ghanta lagega, milega kya?”
R: “Ek tight hug.”
Me: “Bas hug?”
R: “Aur kya chahiye? Batao.”
Me: “Batane se milega to kya mila? Dene wala apni marzi se khush hoke de?”
R: “Achha… theek hai. Wish granted.”
Me: “Really? Khwaab to nahi dekh raha?”
R: “Nahi, sab sach hai… sab kuch tumhara hai.”Me: “I Love You.”
R: “Love you too. Come back soon. Tumhare bina sab suna.”
Me: “Taras gaya tha yeh shabd sunne ko.”
R: “I Love you. I love you. I love you. GN.”
Me: “Good Night.
”Vishwas nahi hua—chat baar-baar padha, lund 90° pe tann gaya, kal ke milan ke sapne le so gaya. Agle din office mein jaise-taise kaam niptaaya, mushkil se time kata. 6 baje Delhi nikal gaya.
Shaam 7:45, ghar pahuncha. Darwaza Rashmi ne khola—dekhta reh gaya! Light blue saree, matching blouse tight curves pe, gale mein gold chain-mangalsutra, kaan mein jhumke, maang sindoor, haathon mehndi—gajab sexy, divine bhabhi!
Thodi der ghoorta reh gaya, bina palak jhapke. Rashmi hasi: “Ab andar aa bhi jao.” Munh se nikla: “Beautiful… bahut sundar lag rahi ho.” aur maine ek chota saa 
kiss kar diya uske gaal pe … Woh sharma gayii: “Jao, baatein mat banao. Fresh ho jao, khana lagati hoon.”
Jaldi bag table pe fenka, nahane chala—ragad-ragad nahaaya, par lund baithne ka naam nahi! Nahake T-shirt aur boxer pehna (bina underwear), kitchen mein… Rashmi ko peeche se hug! Kaan ke neeche kiss kiya, fusfusaya: “Kitna miss kiya mujhe?” Woh palti, gaal pe kiss: “Bahut.”
uski kamar pakdi, badan chipka. Boxer mein lund akda hua, uski gaand se dab gaya—woh halke se sahlayi. Kaan neeche kiss, garam saans: “Kitna miss kiya?” Woh palti, gaal pe kiss, sharma gayi: “Bahut bhaiya… bahut.”
Uske haath mein chammach, stove pe sabzi—par haath uske kamar pe, dupatte ke neeche naram pet mehsoos. Sindoor chamak raha, mehndi ki khushboo. “Khana tayyar?” maine poocha, haath upar badhaya—blouse ke neeche boobs ka soft touch. Woh kaanpti: “Haan… bas ho gaya.” Uski saansein tez, meri dhadkan uski peeth se takrati.
Chhotu royaa door se—moment toota. Rashmi hasi: “Champion bula raha.” Par aankhon mein woh aag—hug lamba, tension gehri. Khana khaye bina, dil bhara!
Maine uski kamar mein haath daal, apni taraf kheencha—uski 34″ chuchiyan (maa banne ke baad 36″ ho gayi thi) seedha mere seene mein dab gayi, naram, garam pressure. Maine honth uske honthon par rakhe—uski aankhein dheere band hui, maine pyar se upar ke honth dono honthon se chuse… pehle dheere-dheere, fir niche wale ko muh bhar liya.
Rashmi panjon pe khadi mera saath de rahi—meri ungliyaan uski peeth pe, blouse ke khule hisse mein ghum rahi. Lund mein khoon jam sa gaya, throbbing! Honth chuste hue dono haathon se hips zor se dabaye—uske muh se siskari phoot padi: “Aahhh!”
Woh haathon ko alag kar: “Hato, pehle khana khao.” Par main kahan maan-ne wala! Use ghumaya, pet ke gird baanhein lapeti, kaan mein fusfusaya: “Aaj khana nahi, tujhe khaana hai.” Siskari: “Aaaaah… kha lena, kisne roka? Thoda sabr rakho.”
Baalon aage kiye, nangi kamar pe honth rakhe—Rashmi ne haathon se mere haath dabaye. Gaand ki taraf hothon ke nishaan banate hue: “Ab sabr hi nahi ho raha.”
Ek haath uske pet pe rehne diya, doosre se blouse ki dori kholi—fir se kamar pe kiss karne laga. Dono haath chuchiyon ki taraf badhe… jaise hi naram kathorta mehsoos hui, lund aur tight, Rashmi ki gaand pe dabav ban gaya—throbbing heat!
Dheere se dono chuchiyon ko dabane laga—kamar, gaand, shoulder pe kisses jaari. Saree ka pallu zameen pe. Achanak zor se dabaya— “Aaaaahhhh!” uske muh se, kaan mein: “Dheere dabao, blouse geela ho jayega.” Yeh sun josh badha—blouse ke hook khole, bra utaar fenki.
Dono haathon se chuchiyon ko hatheliyon mein bhara—waah, makhmali ahsaas, doodh bhare tight! Dheere dabata, kamar chumta raha.
Rashmi ko ghumaya, honth chume—kitchen light mein meri sagi behan adh-nangi! Neeche se upar dekha—toh usne chehra haathon se chhupa liya, sharm se laal.
Rashmi chehra chhupaye sharma rahi—maine uske haath hataaye, chuchiyon pe jhuka. Ek chuchi muh mein bhari—doodh ka meetha ras tapka, choosta chala. Rashmi ki saans ukhadne lagi: “Aaahhhh… eeee!” Ungliyaan mere baalon mein fansi, sir dabaya.
Chusta kya, doodh pi raha—doosri chuchiya halke dabata. Fir switch—doosri choosa, khaali kar diya. Rashmi kaan mein fusfusayi: “Haaye… ab Chhotu ko kya pilaungi, Chhotu ke papa?” Maine honth chume: “Aaj bottle wala pila dena, sweety.”
Uski saansein tez, badan araraya—pyaar ka pavitra manthan!
Doodh piya, Rashmi ne angdaai lii …. main neeche baitha, pet par kiss karne laga—naram, mehndi wali skin. Haath se saree ki layer kholi, petticoat ka naara kheencha—zameen pe gira. Neeche koi panty nahi—safed, chikni choot nazar aayi, baal-free, chamakti geeli!
Haath hips pe kas gaye, honth choot ke upar chhue—Rashmi ne baal jakde:
“Aaaaaaaaaahhh!” Kuch der chuma, par ruka nahi ja raha. Khada hua, T-shirt fenki—Rashmi ne light off ki, sirf drawing room ki roshni.
Halka andhera, Rashmi meri baahon mein—usne boxer ki elastic pakdi, neeche kheenchi. Mera 6.5 inch lund fan-fanata bahar aaya, salami dete hue
hard, throbbing! Rashmi ne muthi mein bheench liya, upar-neeche hilaya—current sa dauda!
Control mushkil—maine uski choot dabayi, ungli darad mein masli—geeli, jaanghen bheegi! Use god mein uthaya, kitchen slab pe baithaya—taangein kholi, lund choot pe set kiya. Dheere andar… Rashmi ne bheench liya: “Aaaaaah… dheere bhaiya!”
Tension peak!
