Family So Rahi Thi, Washroom Mein Neha Ko Khadi Khadi Choda

Surat se Ahmedabad jaa raha tha. Naam hai Pritam.

Raat ke sawa gyarah baje Surat Junction se train nikal gayi. Sleeper coach tha, meri seat side lower. Bedding aur bag sirhane rakh ke baith gaya. Dabbe mein fan ki awaaz, train ki rhythm aur door kahin bacche ke rone jaisi awaaz mili-juli chal rahi thi.

Saamne wali berth pe poora family tha. Uncle Rajesh—umar pachaas ke aas-paas, maathe pe paseena, pet thoda nikal aaya hua, shirt ke upar ke do button khule. Aunty saaree mein thi, maatha dhaka hua, jaldi karwat leke so gayi. Unke bagal mein unki beti Neha baithi thi.

Neha ki umar tees-chaubees ki hogi. College khatam karke ghar laut rahi thi. Gori skin, lambe kaale baal aadhe khule kandhon pe gire hue, patli kamar, tight navy blue jeans mein bhare hue hips aur upar halka white top jismein boobs saaf ubhar rahe the. Jab paani ki bottle kholti to baahein upar uth jaati aur top thoda kheench jaata. Pehli nazar mein normal ladki lagi. Doosri nazar mein uski aankhein ek jagah zyada der nahi tikti thi.

Shuruat mein laga normal safar hoga. Uncle ne poocha, “Kahan tak ja rahe ho beta?” Maine kaha Ahmedabad. Unhone sar hilaya aur apni biwi ko blanket dete hue sone ki taiyari karne lage.

Neha phone chala rahi thi, lekin beech-beech mein upar dekh ke mujhse aankhein milati rahi. Ek baar uncle chai lene chale gaye to usne dheere se poocha, “Bhaiya, aap bhi akele ja rahe ho?” Awaaz mein halki hansi thi. Maine sar hilaya. Usne kuch aur nahi kaha, phone pe wapas jhuk gayi, lekin pair jaan-bujh ke mere pair ki taraf bada diya. Chhu gaya. Maafi maangi. Aankhein nahi hatayi.

Raat badhti gayi. Dabbe ki light dim kar di gayi. Zyada tar log so chuke the. Fan ki awaaz aur patriyon ki rhythm ek jaisi chal rahi thi. Neha dupatta theek karti rahi, paani peeti rahi, karwat badalti rahi. Har baar uska body thoda meri taraf aata. Ek baar usne phone gira diya. Jhuk ke uthane gayi to top aur aage kheench gaya. Usne dekha ki main dekh raha hoon. Muskurayi, kuch nahi kaha.

Kareeb barah bajke bees minute hue honge jab usne dupatta theek karte hue bahut dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Mujhe washroom jaana hai. Corridor andhera hai… saath chalogi?” Aankhon mein wahi chamak thi jo poore safar mein main dekh raha tha. Main samajh gaya tha yeh sirf washroom ki baat nahi. Main uth gaya. Woh mere aage-aage chali.

Corridor mein halki peeli light thi. Ek aadmi door khada cigarette pi raha tha, peeth hamari taraf thi. Neha ne washroom ka darwaza khola, andar gayi, phir gardan ghumake mujhe dekha. Main andar gaya. Usne darwaza band kiya aur kundli laga di.

Jagah bahut chhoti thi—sink, toilet aur mushkil se do logon ke khade hone ki jagah. Train hil rahi thi. Sheeshe pe halki bhaap pehle se thi. Darwaza band hote hi usne meri taraf mudke kaha, “Tum jaante ho na main kya chahti hoon…” Awaaz phusphusahat se zyada nahi thi.

Maine uska haath pakda aur use deewar se sata diya. Uske hoth mulayam aur thode nam the. Jab maine chuma to usne zor se jawab diya. Jeebh andar tak chali gayi. Uske haath mere baalon mein ulajh gaye. Maine top upar kar diya. Bra ke neeche gol, bhari boobs the, nipple pehle se kade. Ek ko muh mein liya, dheere-dheere chusa, daant se halke se kaata. Neha ki kamar lachak gayi. “Aur zor se…” usne kaan mein kaha. Doosri chhati bhi usi tarah li. Uske haath mere sar ko aur paas kheench rahe the.

Jeans ka button khola, neeche kheencha. Panty pehle se geeli thi, beech mein gehra nishaan. Do ungliyan andar gayi—itni geeli thi ki aasani se ghus gayi. Andar-bahar kiya, clit pe anguthe se circular pressure diya. Neha ne muh mere kandhe pe daba liya taaki awaaz bahar na jaaye. Taangein kaanp rahi thi. Ungliyan aur tez ki. Uski saans gardan pe garam ho rahi thi.

Use ghumaaya aur sink ki taraf jhuka diya. Peeche se jeans aur panty poori utaar di. Gore, gol gaand saamne the. Lund nikaala—pehle se sakht, nason se bhara. Sire ko uski geeli chut pe ragda, upar-neeche kiya, phir ek jhatke mein andar tak dhakel diya. Neha ne dabi hui karaah nikali. Train ki harkat ke saath lund aur gehrai tak chala ja raha tha. Koolhe pakad ke zor-zor se thoke lagane shuru kiye. Har dhakke pe boobs sink se takra rahi thi. Ek haath aage badha ke boobs masal raha tha, doosra kamar pe kas ke tha.

“Haan… aur andar… zor se karo bhaiya…” woh phusphusa rahi thi. Chhoti jagah mein sirf saansein, body ki takkar aur train ke jhatke the. Choti pakad ke sar peeche kheencha, gardan pe daant gada diye. Chut itni tight thi ki har baar nikalte time kas ke jakad leti thi. Speed badha di—tez, gehre, lagataar thoke. Jaanghein kaanp rahi thi. Sink pe uski hatheliyan phisal rahi thi.

Use ghumaaya, god mein utha liya. Taangein kamar ke chaaron taraf lipat gayi. Is position mein lund aur andar tak ja raha tha. Nakhun peeth pe chal rahe the. Aankhein band, hoth kaate hue. Deewar se uski peeth ragad rahi thi. Phir main baith gaya jitna us chhoti jagah mein baith sakte the, woh upar sawaar ho gayi. Haath kandhon pe rakhe aur khud uchalne lagi. Boobs chehre ke saamne jhool rahe the. Dono ko baari-baari muh mein liya. Harkatein tez hoti gayi. Sheesha ab poori tarah bhaap se bhar chuka tha.

Achanak body mein tez kampan hua. Chut ne lund ko baar-baar jakda, garam liquid bahne laga. Pehle climax pe pahunchi, dabi cheekh nikaalte hue. Main ruka nahi. Aur zor se utha-giraya. Kuch aur gehre dhakkon ke baad main bhi seema pe pahuncha. Lund bahar nikaala, pet, jaanghon aur chut ke aas-paas garam maal gira diya. Kuch boondein chut ke muh pe bhi lag gayi.

Kuch der wahi khade rahe. Saansein normal karne ki koshish karte. Train ek station pe dheemi hui, phir chal padi. Neha ne tissue se khud ko saaf kiya, panty aur jeans pehni, top neeche kiya, baal sanwaare. Darwaza kholne se pehle meri aankhon mein dekha aur kaha, “Kisi ko pata nahi chalna chahiye… bilkul nahi.” Awaaz mein darr aur satisfaction dono the. Maine sar hilaya. Woh pehle nikli. Main do minute baad. Corridor mein woh cigarette wala aadmi nahi tha. Koi nahi tha.

Dabbe mein wapas aake dono apni jagah baith gaye jaise kuch hua hi na ho. Uncle kharraate le rahe the. Aunty karwat badal rahi thi. Neha berth pe let gayi, blanket odha, ek baar aankhein milayi aur halki muskaan di. Phir muh doosri taraf kar liya. Main side lower pe baith ke paani piya. Haath abhi bhi halke kaanp rahe the. Upper berth pe let gaya. Neend nahi aayi. Washroom ki gandh, uski geeli garamahat, dabi karahein aur train ke jhatke ke saath lage thoke baar-baar yaad aa rahe the.

Subah train Ahmedabad ke paas pahunchi. Light badh gayi. Neha samaan baandh rahi thi, baal baandh rahi thi, chehra normal tha jaise raat kuch hua hi na ho. Uncle chai maang rahe the. Jaate-jaate Neha ne ek baar peeche mudke dekha. Koi shabd nahi kaha. Platform pe utarte time hamare kandhe halke se chhu gaye. Bheed mein woh family aage nikal gayi.

Us raat ke baad jab bhi Surat-Ahmedabad ki train mein baithta hoon, washroom ke paas se guzarte time wahi yaadein taaza ho jaati hain—chhoti jagah, train ki speed, uski tight chut aur woh kaam jo kisi ko pata nahi chala. Maine apna kaam kar liya tha. Chupke se. Zor-zor se. Aur saaf nikal aaya tha.