Yeh kahani hai jab main last winters mein Delhi se Mumbai ki train se ja raha tha. Mera reservation Second AC mein tha, lekin train chalte hi maine dekha ki mera seat waitlisted tha aur confirm nahi hua. TTE se baat karne par usne mujhe ek compartment mein jakar jagah dikhayi. Wahan ek purani couple baithi hui thi aur unke paas khali ek seat tha. TTE ne mujhe wahan bitha diya, shayad uski nazar bhi meri fitness par thi, main gym jaata hoon aur body achhi banayi hui hai.
Shaam ho chuki thi, train dhire-dhire chal rahi thi. Thodi der baad, hi-jack karne wala station par ek naya passenger chadhi. Uski umar 28-29 saal ki hogi, dikhne mein ekdum Angel, figure patla, lekin boobs theek jaise ke kisi actress ke ho. Usne red color ka salwar kameez pehna hua tha jisme uski gaand dekh kar mann machal utha. Uska naam tha Anjali.
Anjali mere paas wali seat par aakar baith gayi. Usne apna bag rakh kar apna dupatta sahi kiya. Uski khushboo se hi mera lund khada hone laga. Maine use dekha toh wo bhi mujhe ghur rahi thi. Maine halke se muskura kar usko namaste kiya. Usne bhi halka sa smile diya.
Thodi der baad light chali gayi (power cut). Compartment mein andhera ho gaya, sirf platform se aati roshni yaad aa rahi thi. Train ke dhwani ke beech mujhe mehsus hua ki Anjali ka pair mere pair se touch ho raha hai. Pehle maine socha ki galti se hua, par jaise-jaise train dhadakne lagi, wo touch hota hi raha. Maine apna pair thoda aage badhaya toh Anjali ne apna pair wapas nahi hata, balki mere pair ke upar rakh diya.
Mera dimaag ab pagal ho raha tha. Maine andhera ka faida uthate hue apna haath dhire se uski jangh par rakh diya. Anjali ne kuch nahi kaha, bas apni saanse tez kar li. Mera haath dheere-dheere upar ja raha tha. Maine uski salwar ke upar se hi uski chut par haath phera. Wo ekdum geeli ho chuki thi.
“Bahut badi harkat hai,” maine uske kaan mein dheere se kaha.
Anjali ne meri taraf dekha aur boli, “Aap toh bahut tez ho. Aajki raat kaisi hai, batao?”
Mera haath ab uske kameez ke andar chala gaya tha. Maine uski bra ke hook khol diye aur uski choochiyan sahlane laga. Uske nipples kadak ho gaye the. Maine unko masalna shuru kiya toh wo halki si siskari le gayi, “Uuuuuhhhh…”
“Chup kar randi, koi sun lega,” maine kaha.
Usne apna haath mere pant ke upar rakh diya aur mere lund ko daba diya. “Kya mota hai tera,” usne halki si awaaz mein kaha. “Isse toh main aaj apni chut mein daal kar maja lungi.”
Maine usey turant utha kar apni god mein bitha liya. Uski taangein mere kandhe ke dono taraf thi. Maine uski salwar ka naara khol kar use niche sarka diya. Uski black panty mujhe dikh gayi. Maine uski panty ko side mein karke apna ungli uski chut mein daal di.
“Aaaah! Aaram se karo,” Anjali ne kaha.
“Arre saali, chudai toh jhagdon se hi hoti hai,” maine apni ungli andar bahar karna shuru ki. “Kya geeli hai teri chut, pani chhod rahi hai.”
Anjali mere gardan par haath phera rahi thi. “Aur tez karo, mere Raja. Aaj train ki dhadkan badha do.”
Maine apni pant ki zip kholi aur mera lund bahar nikala. Wo khada hua hua taang raha tha. Maine Anjali ko apne lund par baitha diya. Uski chut ne mera lund swaad liya. Wo uchalne lagi. Mere haath uski gaand ko daba rahe the.
“Le saali, le mera poosa lund,” maine zor se kaha. “Aaj teri choot ki seva karunga.”
Anjali zor-zor se uchalne lagi, “Haan… chodo mujhe… bahut din se pyaasi hui main… marwa do apne is lund se…”
Train ki awaaz, ‘tat-tat’, hamari awaazon se guztar thi. “Aaaah… aaah… aaah…” Anjali ki siskariyan sun kar main aur bhi josh mein aa gaya. Maine uski nighty (yahan assumed nighty for ease, though she wore salwar, let’s stick to salwar context) ke upar se uski choochiyan daba raha tha.
“Kya maal hai tu, Anjali. Roz tujhe chodne ka mann karega,” maine uski gaand par thappad mara.
“Aur zor se maaro… gaand faad do meri,” Anjali ne awaaz lagayi.
Thodi der baad hum dono bhi thak gaye. Maine Anjali ko wapas seat par bitha diya. Usne apni salwar saaf ki aur maine apna lower theek kiya.
“Raat abhi baaki hai,” Anjali ne kaha, “hum baad mein phir se karenge.”
“Haan, abhi toh gaadi bohot dur jaani hai,” maine kaha. Hum dono ne ek dusre ko nanga nazar rakha aur sharaab (train journey standard trope) peene lage. Us raat humne dono ne ek dusre ko har tarah se enjoy kiya. Jab subah train Mumbai pahunchi, toh hum dono thake the, lekin khush the. Usne mujhe apna number de kar kaha, “Mumbai mein milte hain, phir se full maza karenge.”
Maine muskura kar kaha, “Bilkul, meri jaan.” Mera train ka safar kabhi bhool na paaya. Wahi gehri raatein, uski garmi, uski aawazein, sab kuch yaadgar ban gaya.
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