04-08-2022, 10:40 PM
Thak Thak Thak!!!
Oh God! It's 12 O' clock again! Suraj looks at the watch as he knocks at the main door! He hates to disturb Mom at this hour but can’t help it!
The door opens…b'but...
It’s Komal Bhabi standing before him! Her dreamy eyes straight at his, her lips glowing in the dim recess light of the doorway. That’s her style, he thinks. No lipsticks, no blushes, but she is all that rosy! She wore a seductive pink chiffon saree using her pallu to cover herself like a shawl.
"Bhabi, aap? ahm, I’m sorry, but Mom kidhar?"
Aisi koi baat nahin, Maaji ka sar dookh raha tha. Goli lekar so gayi. chalo tum kapre badal lo, main tumhare liye khana garam karti hoon!" When she reaches for the door he notices 'churiyaan' in her hands and a pair of payels in her ankles. "Bhabiji, aap phirse pahle ki tarah dance to practice nahi kar rahi thi? Yea koi special day hai aaj?" She realizes that his eyes are scanning her from head to toes. She winks one eye saying "everyday could a special day.." and goes past him.
While passing him, she lightly brushes up against Suraj. This happens, Suraj thought, but this one felt quite different! The moment Suraj turns behind her; he knows she has no blouse on! Komal's long hanging hair barely covered her gorgeous back! “God!” he gasps, “She wore her saree so low!”his eyes glued on her 'matakti' waistline and her hips as she walks. His chin stiffens as he gets an instant hard on!
He quickly goes to his room thinking. Soon it will be over and Bhabi will be gone and he will have to do the same fucking thing. He enters the bathroom and slams the door shut...
Komal hears the sound of the door. She hurriedly enters his room, comes near the bathroom and says "Suraj, main bahar tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon, zara jaldi karo!”
Then she lowers her voice, “Baas samajh lo ki Khana bilkul garam hai!"
His ears feel hot! Why the fuck does he get a second meaning in everything? As bhabi is around, Suraj has no choice. After a quick wash he comes out in a pajama. Without looking at her, he opens the mini fridge in his room, and takes out the bottle of 'hot dog'. As he turns the cap, Komal takes the bottle from his hand touching his hands warmly. "Nahin Suraj, tum already pi kar ho, ab aur nahin".
Suraj keeps looking at her soft moist hand that has just touched him, still…. bewildered, trying hard to control his breath!
"Amm.., thik hai,… itna sa, ok?" Komal prepares a drink and gives to him.
Suraj takes it and finishes it at one go. There, there! Now he can open his eyes widely and shamelessly to look straight at her! Komal keeps wetting her lips with her tongue humming a tune looking at the wall.
Phoolmati's words haunt Komal. Why adhi nangi and not fully nangi? God knows and perhaps, men like Suraj knows! Suraj is about six feet, brown in complexion, with a thick moustache and a gaping mouth, -all that a woman needs to satisfy herself. She turns slightly on the sofa and bends a little to allow him his favorite angle of gazing. Her left breast is almost bare now! It looks so full! She could feel the warmth on it radiating from his eyes! The thought of herself with a muscled and drunk Suraj in bed makes her wet. "It feels hot!" she sighs.
-“Bhabi, thoda sa aur, please! Wanna make it a special day like y’ said" his words sound a bit jumbled.
- “Good!, Niyat achhi hai!”, she winks, “but this time I will not allow you to finish it that quickly. Jyada pine se admi woh kaam thikse nahin kar pata, jo woh karna chahte hai!”
-“What do you mean by ‘woh kaam’?” he blurts, unsure if he got a second meaning again!
She crooks her lips, "I mean, kuch bhi!", and prepares another drink. She moves closer and holds the tumbler under his lips. He pulls her hand slightly to get a bigger sip. His head, which started to feel heavy by now, suddenly slips from the armrest of the sofa and drops right into Komal's warm lap. Woh! Like a simple child, Suraj feels as if he belongs here! He turns to face her crotch and holds the hands of Komal and draws them over his face. Komal starts stroking his cheeks with her hands. She bends a little and let loose all her hair round her head.
-“Bhabi!”
-"Hmm?"
-“Main bahut bura hoon!”
Komal covers his mouth with her hand and says "Tum bahut achhe ho, Suraj!".
Suraj hears the zingles of cruriyaan as he sees komal bend down to him. Her hair now almost covered Suraj like a dark umbrella of love and he could smell her hair as it tickled him around his nostrils. He takes a deep, deep, breath and closes his eyes. The smell that he was savoring gradually changes. He opens his eyes to see why, and finds her inviting lips close to his. "Woh Suraj!”,Komal let herself go and starts kissing him.
-“Bhabi!” he sounds muffled in her mouth. After a long frantic kiss she pulls up.
“Bhabi, please! Please!"
"Nahin!" she pouts her lips, "Tumhare iye daree aur muchh hai yaa cactus?”, -they both laugh!
Suraj now pulls bhabi on him and hugs her tightly. Her warm breasts get crushed against his rock hard chest. With one hand Suraj reaches for the glass, but Komal quickly pushes it away. "Kya Bhabi, you said you’d feed me!"
"Did I? Really?" Komal pulls up and draws his head again onto her lap, this time closer to her breasts. His eyes that widen in total disbelief slowly shift to her breasts. He can clearly make out her firm nipples brushing the chiffon. He sobs as he feels restless and thirsty. She knows from his look he can’t wait any more! While stroking through his hair with one hand, she draws her pallu aside, just enough to expose her left breast. The dark brown nipple stands firm and ready only an inch from him like a low hanging fruit. His nostrils get filled with the nicest smell he ever smelled! His lips shiveringly part and his mouth gapes as she pushes the nipple into his mouth and whispers "Kabhi aur ghoorna nahin mujhe!"
Oh God! It's 12 O' clock again! Suraj looks at the watch as he knocks at the main door! He hates to disturb Mom at this hour but can’t help it!
The door opens…b'but...
It’s Komal Bhabi standing before him! Her dreamy eyes straight at his, her lips glowing in the dim recess light of the doorway. That’s her style, he thinks. No lipsticks, no blushes, but she is all that rosy! She wore a seductive pink chiffon saree using her pallu to cover herself like a shawl.
"Bhabi, aap? ahm, I’m sorry, but Mom kidhar?"
Aisi koi baat nahin, Maaji ka sar dookh raha tha. Goli lekar so gayi. chalo tum kapre badal lo, main tumhare liye khana garam karti hoon!" When she reaches for the door he notices 'churiyaan' in her hands and a pair of payels in her ankles. "Bhabiji, aap phirse pahle ki tarah dance to practice nahi kar rahi thi? Yea koi special day hai aaj?" She realizes that his eyes are scanning her from head to toes. She winks one eye saying "everyday could a special day.." and goes past him.
While passing him, she lightly brushes up against Suraj. This happens, Suraj thought, but this one felt quite different! The moment Suraj turns behind her; he knows she has no blouse on! Komal's long hanging hair barely covered her gorgeous back! “God!” he gasps, “She wore her saree so low!”his eyes glued on her 'matakti' waistline and her hips as she walks. His chin stiffens as he gets an instant hard on!
He quickly goes to his room thinking. Soon it will be over and Bhabi will be gone and he will have to do the same fucking thing. He enters the bathroom and slams the door shut...
Komal hears the sound of the door. She hurriedly enters his room, comes near the bathroom and says "Suraj, main bahar tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon, zara jaldi karo!”
Then she lowers her voice, “Baas samajh lo ki Khana bilkul garam hai!"
His ears feel hot! Why the fuck does he get a second meaning in everything? As bhabi is around, Suraj has no choice. After a quick wash he comes out in a pajama. Without looking at her, he opens the mini fridge in his room, and takes out the bottle of 'hot dog'. As he turns the cap, Komal takes the bottle from his hand touching his hands warmly. "Nahin Suraj, tum already pi kar ho, ab aur nahin".
Suraj keeps looking at her soft moist hand that has just touched him, still…. bewildered, trying hard to control his breath!
"Amm.., thik hai,… itna sa, ok?" Komal prepares a drink and gives to him.
Suraj takes it and finishes it at one go. There, there! Now he can open his eyes widely and shamelessly to look straight at her! Komal keeps wetting her lips with her tongue humming a tune looking at the wall.
Phoolmati's words haunt Komal. Why adhi nangi and not fully nangi? God knows and perhaps, men like Suraj knows! Suraj is about six feet, brown in complexion, with a thick moustache and a gaping mouth, -all that a woman needs to satisfy herself. She turns slightly on the sofa and bends a little to allow him his favorite angle of gazing. Her left breast is almost bare now! It looks so full! She could feel the warmth on it radiating from his eyes! The thought of herself with a muscled and drunk Suraj in bed makes her wet. "It feels hot!" she sighs.
-“Bhabi, thoda sa aur, please! Wanna make it a special day like y’ said" his words sound a bit jumbled.
- “Good!, Niyat achhi hai!”, she winks, “but this time I will not allow you to finish it that quickly. Jyada pine se admi woh kaam thikse nahin kar pata, jo woh karna chahte hai!”
-“What do you mean by ‘woh kaam’?” he blurts, unsure if he got a second meaning again!
She crooks her lips, "I mean, kuch bhi!", and prepares another drink. She moves closer and holds the tumbler under his lips. He pulls her hand slightly to get a bigger sip. His head, which started to feel heavy by now, suddenly slips from the armrest of the sofa and drops right into Komal's warm lap. Woh! Like a simple child, Suraj feels as if he belongs here! He turns to face her crotch and holds the hands of Komal and draws them over his face. Komal starts stroking his cheeks with her hands. She bends a little and let loose all her hair round her head.
-“Bhabi!”
-"Hmm?"
-“Main bahut bura hoon!”
Komal covers his mouth with her hand and says "Tum bahut achhe ho, Suraj!".
Suraj hears the zingles of cruriyaan as he sees komal bend down to him. Her hair now almost covered Suraj like a dark umbrella of love and he could smell her hair as it tickled him around his nostrils. He takes a deep, deep, breath and closes his eyes. The smell that he was savoring gradually changes. He opens his eyes to see why, and finds her inviting lips close to his. "Woh Suraj!”,Komal let herself go and starts kissing him.
-“Bhabi!” he sounds muffled in her mouth. After a long frantic kiss she pulls up.
“Bhabi, please! Please!"
"Nahin!" she pouts her lips, "Tumhare iye daree aur muchh hai yaa cactus?”, -they both laugh!
Suraj now pulls bhabi on him and hugs her tightly. Her warm breasts get crushed against his rock hard chest. With one hand Suraj reaches for the glass, but Komal quickly pushes it away. "Kya Bhabi, you said you’d feed me!"
"Did I? Really?" Komal pulls up and draws his head again onto her lap, this time closer to her breasts. His eyes that widen in total disbelief slowly shift to her breasts. He can clearly make out her firm nipples brushing the chiffon. He sobs as he feels restless and thirsty. She knows from his look he can’t wait any more! While stroking through his hair with one hand, she draws her pallu aside, just enough to expose her left breast. The dark brown nipple stands firm and ready only an inch from him like a low hanging fruit. His nostrils get filled with the nicest smell he ever smelled! His lips shiveringly part and his mouth gapes as she pushes the nipple into his mouth and whispers "Kabhi aur ghoorna nahin mujhe!"
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