Mera naam Aakash hai, 24 saal ka hun. Main Delhi se Mumbai ja raha tha apni nayi naukri ke liye. Maine AC 2-tier ka ticket liya tha, lekin jab main platform pe pahuncha to pata chala ki train 5 ghante late hai.
Jab train aayi to raat ke 11 baj chuke the. Main apne coach mein gaya – B5, seat 24. Meri seat side lower thi. Main apna bag rakhne laga tabhi ek aurat aayi.
“Excuse me, yeh aapki seat hai?” usne poochha.
Maine dekha – lagbhag 40 saal ki, saree mein, chashma pehna hua. Simple look thi, lekin chehre se sharif aur cultured lag rahi thi.
“Haan ji, seat 24,” maine kaha.
“Actually mujhe upper berth mila hai, aur meri taang mein dard hai. Kya aap upper berth pe so jayenge? Main lower pe so jaun?” usne request ki.
Maine socha – raat ke 11 baje, koi option nahi tha. “Theek hai aunty, main adjust kar lunga,” maine kaha.
“Thank you beta, main Meera hun,” unhone kaha aur haath badhaya.
Maine haath milaya. Unka haath thoda thanda tha, lekin soft.
Train chal padi. Main upper berth pe chadh gaya. Neeche Meera aunty apni seat pe baithi thi. Thodi der baad lights off ho gayi.
Main sone ki koshish kar raha tha, lekin train ki harkat ki wajah se neend nahi aa rahi thi. Neeche se awaazein aa rahi thi – Meera aunty shayad kisi se phone pe baat kar rahi thi.
“Haan… haan… main pahunch gayi hun… tum chinta mat karo… kal subah milungi…” aisi kuch awaazein aa rahi thi.
Maine socha shayad unke husband se baat ho rahi hai. Phir maine kuch aur suna – “Tum mujhe akela chhod ke kyun gaye… mujhe kitna darr lag raha hai…”
Lagta tha koi emotional baat chal rahi thi. Main curious ho gaya, lekin neeche nahi dekha.
Thodi der baad Meera aunty ne awaaz lagayi, “Beta… so rahe ho?”
“Nahi aunty, neend nahi aa rahi,” maine kaha.
“Neeche aa jao thodi der baat karte hain… mujhe bhi neend nahi aa rahi,” unhone kaha.
Main neeche utar gaya. Meera aunty ne apni seat ki light on kar li thi. Unki aankhen thodi laal thi, shayad ro rahi thi.
“Kya hua aunty? Sab theek hai?” maine poochha.
“Kuch nahi beta… bas… meri beti ki shaadi thi Mumbai mein… kal thi… main akeli aa gayi thi… lekin…” Meera aunty ruk gayi.
“Kya hua?” maine poochha.
“Mere husband… unka affair chal raha tha kisi aur ke saath… maine pakad liya shaadi mein… woh wahin ruk gaye… main akeli waapas jaa rahi hun,” Meera aunty ne rone ki awaaz mein kaha.
“Oh… I am so sorry aunty,” maine kaha.
“Koi baat nahi beta… shayad meri kismat mein hi akele rehna likha tha,” Meera aunty ne kaha.
Main unke paas baith gaya. Unhone apna sir mere kandhe pe rakh diya. Main samajh nahi paya kya karun, lekin main chup baitha raha.
“Beta… tum bahut achche ho… tumne meri request maani… aaj kal ke ladke aise nahi hote,” Meera aunty ne kaha.
“Aunty, aap ro mat… sab theek ho jayega,” maine kaha.
Unhone apna chehra uthaya aur meri aankhon mein dekha. Unki aankhon mein aansu the, lekin kuch aur bhi tha – ek ajeeb si chahat.
Meera aunty ne apna haath mere haath pe rakh diya. “Tumhara haath kitna garam hai,” unhone kaha.
“Aunty, aapka haath thanda hai,” maine kaha.
“Thand lag rahi hai… tum mere paas baith jao,” unhone kaha.
Main thoda aur paas ho gaya. Ab hamare shoulders touch ho rahe the. Meera aunty ne apna sir phir se mere kandhe pe rakh diya.
“Beta… Tumhari koi Girlfriend hai?” achanak unhone poochha.
Main shock ho gaya. “Aunty… yeh aap kya…”
“Sorry… main bas… Waise he Puch rahi houn… pyaar se…” Meera aunty ne kaha.
Main samajh gaya ki woh emotionally vulnerable thi. Lekin mujhe bhi kuch ho raha tha. Unki itni kareebi… unki khushboo…
“Aunty, nahi… Meri koi girlfriend nahi hai” maine kaha.
“Mujhe bahoot thand lag rahi hai?” unhone kaha.
“Thik hai phir aap so… Jaawo main upar chala jata houn” maine kaha.
Main jaise hi utha unhone Mera hath pakad Liya… “are yahi betho n mujhe acha lag Raha hai”
Aur hum dono ek dusre ke dekhne lge. Hamari aankhen ek dusre mein jaise kho gayi. Unhone dheere se apna haath mere gaal pe rakh diya.
“Beta… tum mujhe chhoo sakte ho… thodi der ke liye… bas feel karne do taki thand n lge…” unhone kaha.
Maine himmat ki aur unke gaal pe haath rakh diya. Unki skin bohat soft thi. Maine dheere se unki taraf dekha.
“Aunty… main…” main kuch bolne he wala tha.
“Chhup raho… bas chhuete raho,” unhone kaha.
Maine unke gaal pe haath firaya. Aunty ko jaise jhatka lga lekin Mera hath nahi hataya aur sahlata Raha. Aunty dhere se aur mere Karib khisak gayi aur boli thand abhi bhi hai.
Aur hum ek dusre ko sahla Rahe the.
Maine dhere se pucha, “Phir Kya karein?”
Tabhi aunty ne apni garden thodi aagay ki aur boli “yaha pe apne munh se sans chhodo, phir thand nahi lagegi”
Main chup unhe dekh Raha tha. unhone dhere se Mera sir pakda aur apne garden ke taraf jhukaya. Maine dekha to, Unhone aankhen band kar li thi. Maine unki gardan pe halke se sans liya.
Unhine Mere ser par hath rakha aur apne garden pe dba diya, jisse mere honth unke gale par lag gye unka sharir kaanp utha. “Ah…” unki se halki si awaaz nikli.
Phir dhere se kha “esi Tarah raho”
Kuch pal baad maine unko chod ke Piche beth gha, wo Meri Tarah dekh rahi thi jaise puch rahi ho Piche kiyoun hat gya.
Hum dono aise hi ek dure kk dekh Rahe the aur hamari sanse tej chal rahi thi.
Maine himmat ki aagay badha aur unke hothon pe apne hoth rakh diya. Jab dekha unhone kuch nahi kaha, to phir dheere-dheere kiss karne laga.
Meera aunty bhi response dene lagi. Unki jeebh mere munh mein ghum rahi thi. Hum dono train ki raftaar mein ek doosre ko kiss kar rahe the.
Hum dono ek dusre ko sahla Rahe the. Aur hum ek dusre main khoye huye the.
Maine unki saree ka pallu hata diya. Neeche blouse tha, aur petticoat. Maine unke blouse ke upar se hi unke boobs dabane shuru kar diye.
“Ah… beta… zara dheere…” unhone kaha.
Maine unka blouse kholna shuru kiya. Peeche se hook the, maine mushkil se khole. Blouse utarte hi unke boobs bra mein aa gaye.
Unki bra white colour ki thi, thodi purani lag rahi thi, lekin boobs bilkul bade aur heavy the.
Maine bra ke upar se hi unke boobs dabaye. Unke nipples tight ho gaye the, bra ke upar se hi dikh rahe the.
“Beta… bra bhi…” unhone kaha.
Maine unki bra utaari. Ab unke boobs bilkul nange the. Thode latak rahe the, lekin shape bilkul gol tha. Nipples dark brown the, bade-bade.
Maine ek boob munh mein le liya aur choosne laga. Dusre haath se dusra boob daba raha tha.
“Ah… haan… aur chooso… bahut maza aa raha hai…” Meera aunty moan kar rahi thi.
Main 10 minute tak unke boobs choosta raha. Ek nipple ko zor se choosta, to woh chillati, phir main dheere se choosta.
Meera aunty ne apna petticoat upar uthaya. Unki taangein thodi khuli thi. Maine unki jhanghon pe haath rakha.
“Beta… andar chalo…” unhone kaha.
Maine unki panty ke upar se hi unki choot pe haath rakha. Garam thi, aur gili bhi ho rahi thi.
Maine panty neeche ki. Unki choot saf dikh rahi thi – thodi badi labia, brownish colour, aur bilkul gili.
Maine apni zubaan nikali aur unki choot pe rakh di. Pehle upar se chatna shuru kiya, phir dheere-dheere andar ki taraf.
“Ah… beta… tu to expert hai…” Meera aunty chillane lagi.
Maine unki clit pe zubaan se ragadna shuru kiya. Unki taangein kaanp rahi thi. Maine ek ungli unki choot mein daal di.
“Ah… aur andar… poori ungli…” unhone kaha.
Maine poori ungli andar daal di. Andar bilkul garam tha, tight bhi. Ungli andar-bahar karne laga, aur zubaan se clit chat raha tha.
“Main jhadne waali hun… bas aise hi karte raho…” Meera aunty chillayi.
2 minute mein hi unka paani nikal gaya. Maine saara chat liya.
Meera aunty ne mujhe uthaya aur kaha, “Ab meri baari.”
Unhone mera t-shirt utara, phir pant ki zip kholi. Mera lund underwear mein khada tha, tent bana rakha tha.
“Wah beta, kafi bada hai tera,” unhone kaha aur underwear neeche ki.
Mera lund poora tight khada tha – 7 inch ka, mota.
Meera aunty ne mere lund ko haath mein pakda aur hilaya. Phir munh mein le liya. Unka munh garam tha, aur woh zubaan se lund ke neeche ki taraf ragad rahi thi.
“Ah… aunty…” main moan karne laga.
5 minute baad unhone lund bahar nikala aur kaha, “Ab andar daalna.”
Maine kaha, “Aunty, condom?”
“Nahi beta, main safe din pe hun… andar hi daalna… mujhe feel karna hai,” unhone kaha.
Meera aunty ne apni taangein failayi. Main unke beech mein gaya aur apna lund unki choot pe set kiya.
Thoda sa pressure diya, to topa andar ghus gaya. Unki choot bahut tight thi, lekin poori gili thi.
“Ah… dheere beta… dard ho raha hai…” unhone kaha.
Maine dheere-dheere andar daalna shuru kiya. Poora lund andar ghusne mein 2 minute lage.
“Bas… poora aa gaya…” unhone kaha.
Maine andar-bahar karna shuru kiya. Pehle slow mein, phir speed badhata gaya.
Train ki harkat ki wajah se hum dono hil rahe the. Main zor-zor se chod raha tha, aur har jhatke ke saath Meera aunty ki choot se awaaz aa rahi thi – thap-thap-thap.
“Ah… haan… aur tez karo… bahut din ho gaye…” Meera aunty chillane lagi.
Maine unki ek taang apne kandhe pe rakhi, aur aur zor se chodne laga. Poora lund bahar nikaalta, phir ek hi jhatke mein andar daal deta.
“Maar aur tej… Chod tej tej…” Meera aunty pagalon ki tarah chilla rahi thi.
Maine unke boobs pakde aur zor-zor se dabaane laga. Unke nipples mere haathon mein the, main unhe masal raha tha.
“Beta… main jhadne waali hun… Aur tej…” unhone kaha.
Maine speed aur badha di. Ab to bas dhak-dhak-dhak ki awaaz aa rahi thi. Meera aunty ki choot se paani nikal raha tha, jo mere lund pe lag raha tha.
“Ah… aa gaya…” Meera aunty chillayi aur unka badan kaanpne laga.
Maine bhi ek zordaar jhatka maara aur apna poora maal unki choot mein chhod diya.
Hum dono thak kar ek doosre se lipat gaye. Mera lund abhi bhi andar tha.
Subah jab meri aankh khuli, to dekha Meera aunty mere bagal mein so rahi thi. Hum dono nange the, blanket ke neeche.
Train Mumbai station pe pahunchne waali thi. Meera aunty ki aankh khuli.
“Good morning beta,” unhone muskurate hue kaha.
“Good morning aunty,” maine kaha.
“Kal raat… woh… mujhe maaf karna… main emotionally weak thi…” unhone kaha.
“Aunty, koi baat nahi… mujhe bhi achha laga,” maine kaha.
“Thank you beta… tumne mujhe woh feel karaya jo maine saalon se khoya tha,” unhone kaha.
Train station pe ruki. Hum dono alag-alag ho gaye. Meera aunty ne apna number diya, “Kabhi Delhi aao to milna.”
Maine kaha, “Zaroor aunty.”
Woh apni raah chali gayi, main apni raah. Bas train ki yeh raat yaadgar ban gayi.