Indian Hindi Sex Kahani: Galat Flat Mein Ghusa Kabir

Is baarish wali Saturday afternoon ne meri zindagi ki sabse garam indian hindi sex kahani likh di, aur us kahani ka pehla page ek galat darwaze se khula tha.

Main bathroom se nikli thi, baalon se paani tapak raha tha, badan par sirf ek towel lapeta tha. Meri dono flatmates weekend par ghar gayi thi, poora flat khaali tha, isliye maine darwaza lock karne ki zehmat bhi nahi ki thi. Main apne kamre ki taraf badh hi rahi thi ki main door khula aur ek ladka andar aa gaya.

Hum dono ek doosre ko dekhte reh gaye. Woh lagbhag atthais saal ka tha, bheega hua, haath mein ek bada suitcase. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," woh darwaze par hi ruk gaya, chehra laal, nazrein zameen par. "Main Kabir hoon, broker ne kaha tha Sunday ko aana hai, samaan rakhne ke liye chabi di thi, mujhe laga flat khaali hoga."

"Flat khaali hi hai," maine towel kas ke pakda, "lekin main yahin hoon. Aur tum ek din pehle aa gaye." Woh ab bhi darwaze se chipka tha. "Main bahar wait karta hoon, tum kapde pehen lo." "Baarish mein bheegte rahoge. Andar aao, door band karo, aur udhar drawing room mein baitho. Peeche mud ke." Woh hans diya, thoda relaxed hua. "Peeche mud ke, promise."

Main kamre mein gayi, darwaza band kiya, aur sheeshe mein apne laal chehre ko dekha. Dil dhadak raha tha. Bahar ek anjaan ladka baitha tha jisne mujhe towel mein dekh liya tha. Sharam ke saath ek ajeeb si excitement bhi thi, jise main samajhna nahi chahti thi. Maine jaldi se jeans aur kurti pehni.

Bahar aakar maine use theek se dekha. Geela chehra, baalon se paani tapak raha tha, lekin aankhein imaandaar thi. "Tumne cab kyun nahi li." "Li thi, driver ne baarish dekh kar cancel kar di. Auto wala paanch guna kiraya maang raha tha." Usne apna phone dikhaya, screen par teen cancelled bookings. "Toh tum phas gaye." "Tumhare saath phasna bura nahi lag raha," usne kaha, aur phir turant bola, "sorry, towel wali situation ke baad ye line galat lagi hogi." Main hans padi. "Thodi galat, thodi sahi."

Kabir drawing room mein suitcase par baitha tha, poori tarah bheega. "Tumhari flatmate Ritu meri cousin hai," usne bataya. "Usne kaha tha Sunday ko shift hona hai, main ek din pehle aa gaya kyunki hostel khaali karna tha." Maine use ek tauliya diya aur Ritu ke cupboard se ek oversized t-shirt nikali. "Ye pehen lo, warna sardi lag jayegi."

Woh t-shirt pehen kar aaya to main hansi rok nahi paayi. Ritu ki t-shirt us par itni tight thi ki uske kandhe aur seena saaf dikh raha tha. "Haso mat," usne kaha, "tumhare paas mere size ka kuch hai nahi." "Mere paas tumhare liye chai hai," maine kaha, "baitho, main banati hoon."

Chai peete peete baatein hone lagi. Kabir ek startup mein designer tha, Delhi se Noida shift ho raha tha. Baatein karte karte pata chala hum dono ko wahi purane gaane pasand hain, wahi web series. Bahar baarish tez hoti gayi, khidki par boondein bajne lagi. Ek ajeeb sa sukoon tha, jaise hum ek doosre ko barson se jaante hon.

Usne meri bookshelf dekhi aur ek purani diary uthayi. "Tum likhti ho." "Kabhi kabhi. Office ke mails ke alawa kuch." Usne pucha, "Delhi kyun chhoda." Woh chup raha, phir bola, "Ek rishta tha, chaar saal purana. Usne shaadi ke liye haan kahi, phir kisi aur se kar li." Uske chehre par dard tha, chhupaya hua. Maine uska haath dabaya. "Toh Noida nayi shuruaat hai." "Nayi shuruaat," usne dohraya, aur meri aankhon mein dekha.

Maine speaker par ek purana slow gaana lagaya. "Ye wala." "Ye mera favourite hai," woh bola. Hum dono khidki ke paas khade baarish dekhte rahe, gaana bajta raha. Uska kandha mere kandhe se takraya, aur na maine hata, na usne. Us pal mein kuch tha, kuch jo dono samajh rahe the lekin bol nahi rahe the.

Shaam ko light chali gayi. Poore sector mein andhera, sirf baarish ki awaaz. Maine mombattiyan jalayi, aur drawing room mein ek narm roshni phail gayi. Kabir ne kaha, "Tumhare ghar mein inverter nahi hai." "Makaan malik kanjoos hai," maine kaha, aur hum dono hans diye.

Hum balcony mein aa gaye, baarish ko dekhte hue. Thandi hawa chal rahi thi, aur main kaanp gayi. Kabir ne apna kandha meri taraf badhaya, aur main usse sat kar khadi ho gayi. Usne dheere se pucha, "Darr lag raha hai andhere se." "Nahi," maine kaha, "bas thand lag rahi hai." Usne apni baanh mere kandhe par daal di, aur hum dono chup chaap baarish dekhte rahe. Us pal mein jo sukoon tha, woh maine barson mein mehsoos nahi kiya tha.

Woh mere kareeb aake baitha, mombatti ki roshni mein uska chehra aur bhi attractive lag raha tha.

"Tumne dopahar mein mujhe towel mein dekha tha," maine achanak kaha. Woh chaunk gaya. "Main... main dekhna nahi chahta tha." "Lekin dekha to tha." Meri awaaz mein sharaarat thi. "Kaisa laga." Woh chup raha, phir dheere se bola, "Tum bahut khoobsurat ho, Simran. Aur main tab se yehi soch raha hoon ki main kitna bewakoof hoon jo galat din aa gaya."

"Bewakoof nahi, lucky," maine kaha, aur uske haath par apna haath rakh diya. Usne mera haath pakda, mazbooti se. Mombatti ki lau hili, aur uski parchhai deewar par badi ho gayi. Maine uska chehra apni taraf kheencha aur uske honthon par apne honth rakh diye.

Pehla kiss dheema tha, phir tez ho gaya. Uske haath meri kamar par the, meri kurti ke upar se hi uski ungliyan meri peeth sehlane lagi. Maine uski tight t-shirt kheench kar utaar di. Uska seena chauda tha, halki baal, paseene ki boond. Mere honth uski gardan par gaye, aur woh sisak pada.

Usne meri kurti utari, ek jhatke mein nahi, dheere dheere, jaise koi tohfa khol raha ho. Meri bra ka hook usne ek haath se khola, aur main hairan reh gayi. "Practice hai," woh muskuraya. Uske honth mere doodh par aaye, pehle ek, phir doosra. Uski jeebh meri nipple par gol gol ghoom rahi thi, aur main uske baal kheench rahi thi.

Maine uski jeans ka button khola, zip neeche ki. Uska lund kadak tha, meri mutthi mein dhadak raha tha. Maine use sehlaya, dheere dheere, aur uski saansein tez ho gayi. "Simran, please," woh badbadaya. Main neeche jhuki aur use apne munh mein le liya.

Uska swaad namkeen tha, meri jeebh uske top par phir rahi thi. Maine use andar bahar kiya, tez, phir dheema. Uske haath mere baalon mein the, halka dabav daal rahe the. "Bas, ab bas," usne kaha, mujhe upar kheencha, "warna yahin ho jayega." Maine apni jeans utari, panty bhi, aur uski god mein baith gayi.

Meri chut geeli thi, uske lund par ragad kha rahi thi. Woh neeche se upar dhakka de raha tha, main upar se neeche. Hamari cheekhein kamre mein goonj rahi thi, baarish ki awaaz mein ghul rahi thi. Usne mujhe uthaya aur sofa par litaya, mere pair uske kandhon par rakhe.

Is position mein woh bahut andar tak ja raha tha. Maine uski peeth noch li, uske nakhunon ke nishan meri kamar par the. "Aur tez, Kabir, aur tez," main cheekh rahi thi. Mombatti bujh gayi, kamre mein andhera, sirf hamari saansein aur badan ki awaazein. Mera jism akad gaya, ek lehar uthi, aur main jhad gayi, uska naam chillate hue.

Woh ruka nahi. Usne mujhe palta, main ghutnon par thi, woh peeche se andar aaya. Uske dhakke gehre the, uska ek haath aage aakar meri chut sehla raha tha. Do ungliyan andar, angutha daane par. Main pagal ho rahi thi. "Kabir, main phir..." "Saath mein," usne kaha, aur hum dono ek saath jhade. Uska garam paani mere andar phaila, aur main sofa par dhal gayi.

Hum dono paseene mein bheegi, ek doosre se lipte pade the. Bahar baarish ab bhi ho rahi thi. "Toh ye tha tumhara Sunday ka plan," maine hansi mein kaha. "Sunday ka plan to samaan rakhna tha," usne kaha, "Saturday ka plan tumne badal diya." Usne mere maathe par kiss kiya.

Thodi der baad woh bola, "Simran, ye... ye galat to nahi." Maine uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya. "Galat din tha, Kabir. Raat sahi hai." Usne mujhe god mein uthaya aur mere kamre tak le gaya. Bed par litakar woh mere upar aaya, is baar dheere, dekhte hue, jaise har lamha yaad rakhna chahta ho.

Is baar usne jaldi nahi ki. Uske honth meri gardan se lekar mere pet tak gaye, har jagah ruke, har jagah poocha. Jab woh andar aaya to hum dono ki saansein ek ho gayi. Dheeme dhakke, gehre, uski aankhein meri aankhon mein. "Tum bahut khoobsurat ho," woh phir bola, aur is baar maine sharmaya nahi. Main uske neeche pighal rahi thi, aur jab hum dono jhade to maine use kas ke pakda, jaane dene ka mann nahi tha.

Tabhi mera phone baja. Screen par "Ritu" chamak raha tha. Kabir ne phone ki taraf dekha, phir meri taraf. Maine phone uthaya, dekha, aur use silent par daal kar sofa ke neeche phenk diya. "Ritu ko Sunday tak wait karna padega," maine kaha, aur Kabir ko kheench kar apne upar le liya. Uske honth phir mere honthon par the, aur baarish ki raat abhi baaki thi.