Misc. Erotica Chaitali ki diary: Day 1 in Noida

[Mohit.Kumar]

"Bangali auraton ka toh khoon hi garam hota hai," Abdul declared, his rough hand landing heavily on her wide hip, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh. Rashid chuckled darkly beside her, his knuckles grazing the damp underside of her heavy breast where her blouse gaped open. "Haan Bhai," Rashid slurred, his thumb tracing the sweat-slicked curve of her jawline. "Shaadi ke baad bhi chulha bujhta nahi... ek aur mard ki zaroorat padti hai." Chaitali gasped, the sensation sharp and thrilling. She swayed her wide hips unconsciously, grinding against Rashid’s thigh. "Arre, chup karo" she protested weakly, her voice breathy and unconvincing, her eyes bright with alcohol and forbidden excitement.

Abdul leaned closer, his beer-scented breath hot on her neck. "Dekho na Rashid Bhai," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the deep cleavage revealed by her sagging blouse. "Didi ka face kitna chamak raha hai... jaise doodh mein dubi hui mishti." He took another long swig, foam dripping onto his vest. "Sab Bangalan biwiyaan aisi hi hoti hain... ghar ka khana pakati hain, bahar ka maza leti hain." Chaitali giggled, the sound high and unrestrained. She took a shaky gulp from her bottle, the bitter fizz mingling with the warmth pooling low in her belly.

Her movements grew loose and uncoordinated. When she tried to lean against the van, she stumbled forward, her heavy breasts swinging painfully against Rashid's chest. "Oops" she slurred, her thick fingers clumsily brushing his stubbled jaw. "Maaf karna..." Her hand lingered too long, tracing the line of his throat. Abdul chuckled darkly, watching her saree slip further down her waist, exposing the soft curve of her dusky hipbone.

Chaitali giggled again, a wet, bubbling sound. She turned toward Abdul, swaying dangerously. "Tum... tum bahut strong ho," she mumbled, as she reached out to squeeze his bicep. Her thumb pressed into the hard muscle, lingering. "Mera pati..." She trailed off, a drunken frown creasing her brow. "Woh... woh nahi hai tum jaise." Her other hand fumbled for her beer bottle, knocking it over. Amber liquid soaked into the dust between her feet.

Abdul caught her wrist before she could fall. His grip was iron, pulling her upright against him. Her wide hips collided with his thighs. "Didi thoda careful," he rumbled, his breath thick with beer and tobacco. His free hand slid down her back, fingers the swell of her ass, kneading the soft flesh through the thin saree. Chaitali gasped, her head lolling back against his shoulder. "Arre... sorry," she slurred, her eyes unfocused. Her hand slid from his bicep to his chest, fingers clumsily tracing the damp fabric of his vest. "Tumhara dil... kitna tez dhadakta hai"

Didi ko thoda control karo," he muttered, stepping closer. His knuckles brushed the damp skin where her blouse gaped open, revealing the dark shadow between her heavy breasts. Chaitali whimpered, a soft, involuntary sound. The pressure in her bladder intensified, sharp and urgent beneath the warm haze of beer and male hands. "Mujhe... mujhe toilet jana hai," she blurted, her voice thick. "Beer bahut pee li." She squirmed, her wide hips shifting urgently.

Abdul’s grip tightened on her wrist. "Yahan kahan toilet?" Rashid snorted, jerking his chin toward the crumbling brick wall nearby. "Sab log yahi kar dete hain." Chaitali’s eyes widened. "Par...?" she stammered, her dusky cheeks flushing crimson. The idea sent a forbidden thrill twisting through her belly, mingling with the ache. Abdul chuckled, low and rough. "Haan Didi, hum bhi karenge." He released her wrist only to slide his thick hand down her arm, guiding her toward the shadowed recess behind a stack of rotting wooden beams. "Chalo, hamare saath."

Chaitali stumbled forward, her sandals sinking into loose gravel. Rashid followed close behind, his gaze fixed on the pronounced sway of her wide hips beneath the cheap saree. The beer hummed in her veins, drowning hesitation. With clumsy fingers, she gathered the crumpled polyester of her saree and petticoat, bunching the damp fabric messily around her waist. The humid air kissed her exposed belly—soft, dusky skin stretched over rounded flesh, the waistband of her plain white cotton panties stark against it. Rashid sucked in a sharp breath. Abdul leaned against a beam, arms crossed, eyes dark and unblinking.

Her thick fingers fumbled with the elastic. The panties slid down over her thighs, catching briefly on the curve of her hips before pooling around her ankles. The humid air hit her exposed cunt—a smooth, hairless mound glistening faintly with sweat, dusky lips slightly parted. A tremor ran through her legs. Rashid’s knuckles whitened where he gripped a rusty rebar rod. Abdul’s tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip.