Friday, February 1, 2008
MUMBAI KI BARSAT
My name is Priti, I live in Andheri, Mumbai, behindthe Ashok Studio My husband, Mr. Pawar is a cameraman and has very odd working timings. Often he is awayon outdoor shooting for several days in a row. . Ihave good figure, with 38C Boobs, slim and tall andfair complexion. We are married for about two years,and our married life including sex life is good andenjoyable. I never had sex outside our marriage,though often my husbands friends would indulge invulgar jokes, and gaze my boobs with hungary eyes. Inever felt attracted for extra marital sex not becauseI am religious or conservative but because I seemed tohave my urge and desire fully satisfied by my husband.I am a qualified Montessori teacher and work in anearby school.Our Mohalla is an old housing which has rows ofsingle story two bedroom houses built several yearsago when Andheri was a remote suburb and no one likedto live here. Its location is also very good as it isjust a few yards away from the Bus stop and a smallshopping area.This incidence of chudai outside my marriage that I amgoing to narrate happened on a rainy Sunday. Myhusband was away for four or five days for locationshooting and I had to go for the weekly groceryshopping from the nearby market. I got up early asusual, the weather was clear so I decided to go to themarket and complete my shopping. before cloudsgathered for another downpour it being the rainyseason. I put on a cotton sari, tight low neck,sleeveless blouse. I did not wear Petticoat and worehipster sari. Weather was cloudy and quite normal forthis part of the year in Mumbai. Hurriedly Icompleted my shopping and boarded the bus for return,before the rains start. Living in Mumbai with rain isnormals, but I had shopping load of vegetables etc.and wanted to reach home quickly. The clouds werebecoming dark and no sooner than I alighted from thebus that it started heavy downpour with strong winds.My house was hardly few minutes walk from here but itwas strong winds which was blowing my saree and Ihad difficulty in holding two bags in my hand andkeeping in place my saree. …. I decided to waitunder the shelter of a nearby house for the rain toslow down. Rain was so heavy that in just three orfour minutes it fully drenched me. Meri saree merayblouse say chipak gai, meray jism ka sub kuch najaraanay laga. Even under the shade, due to wind, rainwater was falling but at least I was able to hold mysaree the wind.Rain was becoming heavier and clouds darker…. I wasbecoming restless, unable to decide what to do whenthe door behind me opened and I heard some one calling“Tum Mrs. Pawar ho ?” With surprise I looked at thegentleman, masculine face, and robust body. Hecontinued, “ Surprise mat ho, I am living here for thelast over 20 years and know almost every one in themohalla. Tum under aajao, is parkar kab tak bhego gi.Baarish ruk jayaee to chali jana, ghar Pawar ko phonekar do ut idhar ho”.Main bahut bheg gai thi aur phir he addressed me withmy husbands name and was in this Mohalla for long, Ihad little hesitation and walked inside. Oh what arelief. I was trying to compose myself and looseningsaree from my body which had made me almost nude.He was wearing banyan and pajama, was clean shavedabout 45 years very well built and handsome.Aap ko kasht day rahee hoon, jaisay he barish thorarukti hai main chali jaoongi. I am sorry Aap kakamra bhi geela ho raha hai.Oh never mind aap kay karan geela honay main koi apatnaheen hai. O haan mera naam Kishore hai.Mera naam Priti hai.Priti, tum aaram say bath jao, main tumharay liya chalekar aata hoon, he said and walked towards tokitchen….halfway he turned back and said, I am sorry,meray ghar main koi aurat naheen hai, but you shouldnot be in these wet clothes, so I will give you mydressing gown tum wo pahan kar apna kapra sukha loo,phir rain ruktay chali jaana. Thankyou, abhi rain rukjayagi to main chali jaongi, meray kapray ok hain. Nono Mrs. Pawar, (I interrupted to say, please call mePriti, that is my name) yes Priti, you should not bein wet clothes, you will catch cold. He did not soundhaving any bad intention, and I too did not feeluncomfortable. He then directed me to the bath room,abhi bhi meray kaproon say pani gir raha tha. Kishoreji gave me his gown and a big towel. Yahaan koinaheen aayaga, tum apna badan towel say sukha kay,mera gown pahan lo, phir abhi tumhara kapra electriciron say dry kar dengay phir rain tuktay chali jaana.As he turned to go towards the kitchen, outline ofhis long dangling lund in his pajama was visible….I was getting strange feeling getting naked in astrangers house and the rains falling…it was veryexotic scenario... uncontrollably I was getting hornyand my choot was itching. I took off my Saree, BlouseBra and Panty. I dried my body with fresh towel.Towel meray jism par chalti to aisa lagta Kishore jika haath sparsh kar raha hai.. Strange feeling kaysath sath meri choot geeli geeli ho rahi thi aur ajeebsensation ho raha tha. Mainay ajnabi mard kay gownapnay nangay badan par pahna aur band bandha. Mainabhi bhi apnay ko nangi mahsoos kar rahee the aurmujhay bahar jaatay sharam a rahi the. Itnay mainbahar say awaj aai Priti, cha tayyar hai….. “Jeemain bhi tayyar hoon…”Bathroom say kamray main aai, to apnay ko mirror maindekh kar aisa laga jaisay koi mast apsara apnay premikay paas ja rahee ho. Kishore ji ki bed par cleanprink fresh chadar pari the…. Man main aya, yahan letjaoon aur aankhay band karoon to Kishore ji ka lundmeri choot main ho…… Apnay man say yeh dhyan nikalnayki koshish main main dheray dheray , gown sambhaltaydosray kamray main aai to cha aur kuch biscuit maizpar rakha thay Main unkay samnay kursi par baith gaiaur cha ka thankyou kahkar cha peenay lagi.Meray mun main kiya ho raha tha mujhay naheen maloom,ek taraf to aisa sexy mausam, phir, ajnabi mard kayghar. Main in sooch main thi ki, main yeh bhi bhoolgai ki meray samnay Kishore ji baithay hain…aur mujhaybhi kuch bolna chahyay. Aap bhi kiya film industrymain hain ? Naheen , Kishore ji said, main ekdepartment store Churchgate area area main kaam kartahoon.Aaap nay shadi naheen ki ?Koi tum jaisi sunder mili hi naheen !!Hum log batain kartay aur cha petay jaa rahy thay….Barish abhi bhi ho rahee thee.. kabhi kabhi bijlee aurthunder bhi bahut karak ho rahee the. Mausam aurKishore ji ki baton say main bhool gai ki mera gownsamnay say sideways chala gaya hai aur meri pink juicychoot puri tarah say saaf saaf najar aa rahee hai.Kishore was keenly watching this, a grand treat forany man, controlling his erection. Noticing hisconstant gaze, and changing posture I looked down tosee my condition… hai Raam, meray munh say achanaknikla, yeh kaisay hua, saying this blushing andnervously I lifted the sides to cover myself. In thisprocess, the boobs were fully exposed……. This wasperhaps too irresistible for any man…Seeing my embarrassment, Kishoreji uthay aur meraypaas aakar mera gown side say pakar kar mera pura jismcover kiya aur bandh ko bandhnay lagay….. Itnaykareeb, meri aankhay band ho gai aur jab unka haathmeri boobs kay upar say touch hua to I could notresist moaning…….Kishore; “Agar Bhagwan mujhay bhi aisi sunder larkideta jaisi Pawar ko mili to meray ghar main bhi iswaqt mausam ki rangeenay ka pura lutf aata……..…..Me: “Oh ho aap ko baat karna bahut aata hai, main tokoi aisi khoobsurat naheen hoon”Kishore: “Priti, mainay jitna kuch abhi tak dekhahai, tum kisi apsara say kam naheen….I was red faced when he mentioned what he had seen……Me: Magar Kishore ji aap bhi to itnay achay ho aap koto koi bhi larki NO naheen kah sakti.Kishore: Really, tum bhi naheen NO kahogai ????? Hehad naughty smile and was gazing at my boobs sightlyvisible from the sides.Mera dil jore jore say dharak raha tha aur meri chootmain cheenti chal rahee thi.. mainay kaha, “Such……phir meri taraf say YES hai…. Ye kah kar main Kishoresay lapat gai, unka khara hota lund meri choot kaykareeb hota ja raha tha.Our eyes staring each other and exchanging allwhatever was in our hearts….. he took another step,came closer and holding my gown, slipped it from theshoulder, exposing me fully naked in front of him.Mujhay bhi andar say bahut chudanay ki itcha ho raheethi.. mainay bhi unkay kamar main haath bandh karunkay payama ka nara kholnay lagi…Chalo Priti, aaj ki barsaat ka din ham yaadgar dinbanadein……. His lund was visibly hard in his pajamaand no sooner that we were in the bedroom, he slippedout of his pajama bringing to my full view his hugethick lund…. Oh Kishore ji kitna acha mausam haiaur kitna acha mauka. Yessssss meri jaan, Priti, letus make use of every minute…… ab Kishore ka lund puritarah tan tanna kar tayyar tha, main bhi baychain horahee the… bistar par let-tay hi Kishore nay merichoot kay munh par apna lund rakha aur uski tip sayhalkay halkay clit ko choonay laga…………. Hai raamkaisa maja aa raha tha, mmmmmmmmm Kishoreaaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh please mujhay jaldi jaldichodo, lund dheray dheray thora under gaya phirKishore nay kas kas kay Dhaka lagana shuro kiya, kiyamaja dey rah tha, main to swarg main theeeeeeee……Kishore kishore pura ek ek inch under kar day aurkhoob kas kas kay chod…. Aha ahhhhhhhhh haieeeeeeeeeemain mar gai……… oh hhhhhhhh mmmmmmm mainay apnitangoon say unki kamar kas kay daba rakhi ….. aisamajay ki chudai kabhi naheen ke , oh ho Kishore jiBahar barish abhi tak tez ho rahi thi idhar meri chootki dhulai ho rahi thi…….aisa maja mujhay Pawar saynaheen mila tha…. Gunah ka lund bahut majay ka hotahai….. main teen bar discharge ho chuki the magar wogadhay ka lund aisa chod raha that jaisay abhi abhishuroo kiya hoo………….. Usnay mujhay kas kay jakra huatha aur bassssssssss haaaaaaaa haaaaaa Priti mai aarah hooon a raha hooooooon …Hoja Kishore main bhi aagai phir say……… meri choot Kishore kay paani say bhargai aur kai minute tuk sukadtay lund ko choot kayunder kiya huay paray rayah…… Main Kishore to khoobpiyar karti rahee, phir main baith gai aur uska laurahaath main lekar sahlanay lagi… jaisay ghoray mimaalish kartay hain.. wo phir halkay halkay tayyar horaha tha, mainay usko pakad kar choosnay lagi, itnabara tha ki aadha bhi main naheen lay pa rahee the.Mainay jeebh say uski safai kari aur phir usnay mujhayghori bana kar pahlay to gaand main khoob finger kiphir meri choot main dubara lund ghusa diya… Hi Raam,oh main mari main mari, Kishore tera to so bahut jalamlund hai …. Magar aaj mujhay maar daal, itna chod kimeri choot Pawar kay kam ki na hoo,,,,,, chod chod,mmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmmmm ah aha aha hhhhhhh ………Kishore ka lund phir say meri choot main jore joreunder bahar ho raha tha… Priti kiya such bole kaisalag raha hai mera lund ? mmmmm bahut acha……….ahhhhhhh …..hai …….Acha Priti agar aisa acha lund tujhayaur milay to chudwai gee……. Mmmmmm haaannn inwakt to jo bho lund hoga jaroor chudwaooongi, tumnaymujhay pagal kar diya hai…. Acha Priti to mainapnay dost to bulata hooonnnnn…. Bula Kishore,jisko bhi chaho bula lo, aur aaj meri choot jitna jikaray khoob chodo, main to aisay lund aur aisaymausam say pagal ho gai hoon…. Mat stop karooooooooohhhoooooooo hai …………Humnay kitni baar choda, ek say jada barh kar majadeta raha.Barish ruk chuki thi, magar hamara mun abhi naheenbhara tha………. Chaltay chaltay Kishore nay mujhaytelephone number diay aur main nay phir chudwanay kawada karkay apnay ghar wapas aaiyee…… dosray kapraypahan kar jo soi to raat ko 10 bajay aankh khuli whobhi telephone ki awaz say……….Kishore ji ka phone tha..Priti tum boli thi Pawar Pune gaya hai….tum kiya karraheen thi ?Yes Kishore ji, Pawar do din baad ayaiga, aur mainabhi tak so rahee thi aur swapna main maloom kiya dekhraheen thi ?Acha main teray liya khana lekar aa raha hoon… Phirtera sapna bhi sacha kar daingay…... raat bharchondongay, keon theek hai na ?