30-07-2026, 11:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-08-2026, 09:34 AM by Anita patel. Edited 4 times in total. Edited 4 times in total.)
UPADET 1
Main Anita, us waqt 17 saal ki thi. 12th class mein padhti thi, college ki last year, exams ka pressure tha, lekin raat ko jab padhai khatam ho jaati thi, to main akele apne kamre mein baith kar apne sharir ko dekhne lagti thi. Mirror ke saamne, dheere-dheere, bina kisi sharam ke.
Mere baal lambey, kaale, kamar tak aate the. Jab main unhe khol deti thi to wo mere peeth par fail jaate the, narm aur thode se geele se, jaise abhi naha kar aayi hoon. Chehra gol-gol, badi-badi aankhein, jinki palken lambi thi. Naak patli, hoth bade aur gulabi, thode se mote, jaise kisi ne unhe chus kar laal kiya ho. Jab main unhe apni ungli se chhuti thi to wo naram pad jaate the.
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Gardan lambi aur patli. Uske neeche meri gardan se lekar seene tak ek naram line jaati thi. Mere boobs us umar mein pure develop ho chuke the. Bade, bhaari, gol-gol, size C ke kareeb. Unke upar ki twacha bahut naram thi, jaise silk. Nipples gulabi-brown, thode se bade, aur unke around areola thoda dark. Jab main thandi hawa mein khadi hoti thi ya apne haath se unhe dabaati thi, to nipples tight ho jaate the, khade ho jaate the. Main unhe dono haathon se uthati thi, weight feel karti thi, unhe dheere-dheere press karti thi. Beech mein jo gap tha, usme pasina jam jaata tha garmi mein. Kabhi-kabhi main unhe apne college ke blouse ke andar se feel karti thi—tight bra ke neeche wo dabey huye rehte the, lekin raat ko jab bra khol deti thi to wo azaad ho jaate the, thoda jhulne lagte the.
Pet mera flat tha, lekin soft. Naabhi ke around ek chhoti si line thi. Uske neeche se meri kamar patli thi, phir hips bahut wide ho jaati thi. Mera lower body full aur round tha. Gaand meri badi, soft, aur gol thi. Jab main mirror ke saamne khadi hokar peeche mudti thi to dono sides se wo bilkul ripe fruit jaise dikhte the. Unke beech mein jo deep cleft tha, wahan touch karne par bahut sensitive feel hota tha. Main unhe dono haathon se dabati thi, alag karti thi, apni ungliyon se unke andar ke soft hisson ko feel karti thi.
Phir aage... mere thighs motey, soft, aur ek doosre se chipke huye. Unke beech ka hissa bahut naram tha. Wahan se upar meri chut thi. Us waqt meri pubic hair thodi si thi, soft black curls, jo main kabhi-kabhi trim karti thi. Outer lips thode se bade aur soft the, dark pink. Unke andar inner lips thode se nikalte the, aur beech mein clit jo chhota sa tha lekin bahut sensitive. Jab main ungli se usko chhuti thi to pura sharir kaamp uthata tha. Uske neeche se jo opening thi, wahan se kabhi-kabhi natural wetness nikal aati thi, sticky aur warm. Main dheere-dheere apni ungli se lips ko kholti thi, andar feel karti thi—bahut tight, naram, aur garam. Kabhi-kabhi do ungliyan daal kar dheere-dheere move karti thi, aur feel karti thi ki kitna tight hai abhi bhi.
Mere pair lambey the, ankles patle, feet chhote aur naram. Poora sharir jaise kisi ne soft clay se banaya ho—touch karne par yield karta tha, heat deta tha.
Raat ko jab light band karke bed par leti thi, to main apne haathon se pure sharir ko explore karti thi. Boobs se shuru karke, pet, hips, gaand, phir thighs ke beech, aur last mein chut. Kabhi-kabhi itni der tak touch karti thi ki saans tez ho jaati thi, body gili ho jaati thi, aur ek deep vibration andar se uthati thi. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki padhai, lekin raaton ko mera sharir meri sabse badi kitaab ban jaata tha—jo main bar-bar padhti thi, feel karti thi, aur apne aap se milti thi.
Subah college jaane se pehle mirror ke saamne khadi hoti thi. Pehle pure nangi, phir dheere-dheere kapde pehenti thi. Aaj main detail se bataungi ki bra, panty aur tight college uniform pehenne ke baad mera sharir kaise dikhta tha.
Pehle panty. Soft cotton ki, light pink ya white, college ke liye plain. Main usko apne pairon se chadhaati thi. Jab wo meri thighs ke upar se slide hoti thi, to meri soft moti thighs usko thoda stretch karti thi. Panty meri gaand ke pure round shape ko cover karti thi, lekin peeche se thoda upar chadh jaati thi beech wali deep line mein. Aage se meri chut ke outer lips ko tightly press karti thi. Soft cotton meri pubic hair ke upar chipak jaata tha. Beech mein jo thodi si wetness hoti thi subah, usse panty ka middle hissa halka sa dark ho jaata tha. Jab main side se dekhti thi to panty meri hips ke curves ko bilkul clear dikhati thi—bade, soft, aur heavy. Gaand ke dono sides se panty ki elastic thodi si dig jaati thi, jaise wo itna bada shape sambhal nahi paa rahi ho.
Phir bra. Simple white or skin-colour cotton bra, underwire wali, kyunki mere boobs us waqt pure bhaari the. Main pehle straps chadhaati thi, phir cups ke andar apne boobs ko set karti thi. Jaise hi cups unhe uthate the, mere boobs upar ko lift ho jaate the, cleavage deep ho jaati thi. Bra ke cups mere nipples ko tightly press karte the. Kabhi-kabhi nipples thode khade ho jaate the to bra ke fabric se clearly outline dikhta tha. Side se dekhne par bra meri boobs ka full round shape dikhati thi, lekin thoda compressed. Beech mein jo gap tha, wahan bra ki middle band tight thi. Peeche se hooks tight karne par mera peeth ka upper hissa thoda pull hota tha, aur boobs aage ko aur jut jaate the. Mirror mein dikhta tha—do bade, soft mounds, bra ke andar bandhe huye, lekin unka weight abhi bhi feel hota tha.
Ab college uniform. Hamare college ka uniform bahut fit tha. White half-sleeve shirt, aur neeche navy-blue skirt (ya kuch colleges mein salwar, lekin mera skirt wala tha). Shirt pehle. Main usko pehenti thi bra ke upar. Buttons bandhane par shirt mere boobs ke upar tight ho jaati thi. Doosre aur teesre button ke beech se cleavage clearly dikhti thi agar thoda sa bhi jhukti thi. Shirt ka fabric thin tha, isliye bra ke straps aur cups ka outline halka-halka nazar aata tha, especially dhoop mein. Mere boobs ke weight se shirt ke front panel thode se stretch ho jaate the. Sleeves mere soft upper arms ko cover karti thi, lekin arms ke shape clear the.
Phir skirt. Knee-length, lekin meri hips aur gaand ke kaaran wo peeche se bahut tight ho jaati thi. Jab main skirt pehenti thi to wo meri wide hips ko tightly wrap karti thi. Peeche se meri badi soft gaand ka pure shape clearly dikhta tha—do round cheeks, beech mein panty ki line thodi si press hui. Skirt ka fabric hips ke widest part par tight tha, isliye chalne par wo left-right hilta tha. Aage se skirt meri thighs ke upar se smoothly fall karti thi, lekin jab main baithti thi to thighs ke beech se thoda upar uth jaati thi. Skirt ke neeche panty thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi hawa mein skirt uthne par panty ka white edge dikh jaata tha.
Poora uniform pehenne ke baad mirror mein main khudi ko dekhti thi. Upar se white shirt mein mere bade boobs prominently jutey huye, cleavage deep, nipples ka halka outline. Kamar patli, phir neeche navy skirt mein hips aur gaand ka heavy, round, soft shape bilkul clear. Thighs moti, soft, ek doosre se chipki hui, skirt ke neeche se dikhti thi jab main chalti thi. college bag uthane par shirt aur tight ho jaati thi, boobs aur press hote the. Class mein baithte waqt skirt peeche se tight rehti thi, gaand ka shape chair par clearly press hota tha.
Kabhi-kabhi main uniform ke upar se hi apne sharir ko feel karti thi. Shirt ke upar se boobs dabati thi, skirt ke upar se gaand aur hips ko. Kapdon ke neeche bra aur panty tight, sharir garam, aur andar se
soft wetness. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki student, lekin tight college uniform mein mera sharir bilkul alag dikhta tha— mature, full, soft, aur bahut tempting. Har button, har fold, har stretch mere curves ko chhupaane ke bajaye aur zyada highlight kar deta tha.
college uniform pehen kar jab ghar se nikal ti thi to pure mohalle aur college mein meri taraf nazrein jud jaati thi. Tight white shirt aur navy-blue skirt ne mere sharir ke curves ko itna clear bana diya tha ki log apni nazar hata hi nahi paate the.
Pehle mohalle ke buddhe. Subah college jaate waqt gali se guzarti thi to dukaan ke bahar baithhe buddhe, paan ki dukaan wale, chai ki tapri wale, sab mere taraf dekhte the. Unki nazrein seedha meri chhati par jam jaati thi. White shirt ke doosre-teesre button ke beech se jo deep cleavage dikhti thi, uspe unki aankhein chipak jaati thi. Mere bade, bhaari boobs shirt ke andar se jutey huye, bra ke cups unhe upar uthaye huye. Kabhi-kabhi thodi hawa chal ti thi to shirt ka fabric mere nipples ke outline ko aur clear kar deta tha. Buddhe log apni aankhein niche nahi hataate the. Phir unki nazar peeche chali jaati thi—mere mote, gol kulhon par. Navy skirt peeche se itni tight thi ki meri soft badi gaand ka pure shape clear dikhta tha. Chalte waqt dono cheeks left-right hilte the, skirt ka fabric unke upar stretch hota tha. Buddhe log dheere se jhuk kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi aapas mein phusphusaate the. Main jaanti thi ki unki nazar meri chhati se shuru hokar mere mote kulhon par ruk jaati thi, aur wo us shape ko yaad rakhte the.
college mein to aur bhi zyada. Class ke ladke, corridor mein khade hone wale, library ke paas baithe wale—sab mere peeche peeche dekhte the. Jab main class mein enter karti thi to unki nazrein pehle meri chhati par jaati thi. Shirt tight, cleavage deep, boobs ka weight clearly feel hota tha. Baithte waqt jab main jhuk ti thi copy nikaalne ke liye, to cleavage aur zyada khul jaati thi. Ladke aankhein phaad kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi pencil gira kar jhukte the bas dekhne ke liye. Phir jab main blackboard ki taraf jaati thi ya corridor se guzarti thi, to unki nazar peeche mote kulhon par chipak jaati thi. Skirt meri wide hips aur soft gaand ko bilkul wrap kiye huye thi. Chalne par dono sides se hilna, peeche se panty ki line ka halka outline—sab kuch clear. Kabhi-kabhi ladke aapas mein kehte the, “Dekh uske peeche kitna bhari hai…”, lekin main sun kar bhi ignore karti thi.
Teachers bhi alag nahi the. Male teachers class mein padhate waqt meri taraf dekhte the. Main pehli seat par baithti thi. Unki nazar kitabon se uth kar meri chhati par chali jaati thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo soft mounds dikhte the, unpar unki aankhein ruk jaati thi. Kabhi-kabhi blackboard pe likhte-likhte peeche mudte the aur meri taraf dekhte the. Jab main stand hokar jawab deti thi to unki nazar pehle chhati, phir neeche mote kulhon par jaati thi. Skirt ke peeche se mera round, heavy shape clearly press hota tha. Kuch teachers toh itne close aate the ki main feel kar leti thi unki nazar ka weight. Physics wale sir, maths wale sir—sabke chehre pe wohi deewangi dikhti thi jab meri taraf dekte the.
Corridor mein, stairs pe, canteen ke paas—har jagah yahi scene. Ladke group mein khade hokar meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon ko dekhte rehte the. Main chalti thi to unki nazrein mere boobs ke bounce ko follow karti thi, phir peeche gaand ke hilne ko. Uniform itna fit tha ki kuch chhupa nahi paata tha. Mere bade soft boobs shirt ke andar se call karte the, aur mote, gol kulhe peeche se invite karte the.
Raat ko jab ghar aati thi to sochti thi—poora din kitni nazrein meri chhati aur mote kulhon par rahi hongi. Buddhe, ladke, teachers… sab deewane. Main 17 saal ki thi, 12th class ki student, lekin mera sharir un sabke liye ek living temptation ban chuka tha. Chhati par unki nazar, peeche mote kulhon par unki deewangi—yeh mera roz ka haal tha.
Ek din ki bat he. college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Garmi thi, shirt thodi si body se chipki hui, boobs ka shape clear, peeche se skirt meri mote kulhon aur soft gaand ko tightly wrap kiye huye.
Raste mein ek buddha mil gaya. Umr 55-60 ke kareeb, patla, dhothi-kurta pehne, haath mein ek chhoti si jholi. Pehle to main uski taraf nahi dekhi, lekin uski nazar seedha meri chhati par jam gayi. Main chalti rahi, lekin usne dheere se awaaz di—
“Arre beti… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Yeh shirt toh bilkul chipak gayi hai… upar se itna bhari… neeche se itna gol…”
Main tez kadam badhane lagi, lekin wo peeche peeche aa gaya. Uske kadam mere kadmon se match kar rahe the. Main thoda tez chali, wo bhi tez. Gali ke kone pe main mudne wali thi to usne phir kaha—
“Ruko na beti… itni jaldi kya hai? Dekho na, peeche se kitna bhari hai tumhara… skirt bilkul tight… dono taraf se hil raha hai. Buddhe aadmi hoon, bas dekhne do…”
Uski nazar ab meri chhati se hata kar seedha peeche mote kulhon par thi. Main jaanti thi ki wo meri gaand ke hilne ko ghoor raha hai. Skirt ke peeche se mera soft, round shape clearly dikh raha tha. Har kadam pe dono cheeks bounce kar rahe the, aur wo usko aankhon se kha raha tha.
Main thoda tez ho gayi, lekin wo peeche nahi chhoda. Gali ke dusre kone pe usne phir awaaz di, ab thodi si karrak ke saath—
“Kitni mature ho gayi ho… 12th class mein ho na? Chhati itni bhari, kulhe itne mote… jaise koi jawaan aurat. Peeche se dekh ke to dil karta hai haath laga doon… lekin bas dekh raha hoon.”
Main gusse mein mud kar dekhi to uski aankhein seedha meri cleavage par thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo deep gap dikh raha tha, uspe uski nazar chipki hui thi. Phir uski nazar neeche gayi—mere mote thighs aur peeche soft gaand par. Usne apni jholi ko adjust kiya, jaise kuch chhupa raha ho.
Main tez-tez chalne lagi. Wo bhi peeche peeche. Kabhi left side se aane ki koshish, kabhi right se. Uske muh se dheere-dheere taarif nikal rahi thi—
“Arre wah… chalti kaise ho… boobs upar-neeche, gaand left-right… poora body nach raha hai. Itna soft dikhta hai… buddha hoon lekin aankhein abhi jawaan hain. Ek baar haath se feel karne ka mann karta hai…”
Main ghar ke paas pahunchne wali thi. Usne last baar awaaz di, ab bilkul low voice mein—
“Kal bhi yahi time pe aana beti… main yahin khada rahunga. Tumhari chhati aur peeche mote kulhe dekhne ko mil jaayenge. Itna bhari body… koi bhi deewana ho jaaye.”
Main tez se ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi. Peeche mud kar dekhi to wo abhi bhi khada tha, aankhein meri peeth par, specifically mere mote kulhon aur tight skirt ke shape par. Uske chehre pe wohi deewangi thi jo mohalle ke dusre buddhon aur college ke ladkon-teachers mein dikhti thi.
Us din ke baad se main us raste se thoda alag jaati thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi wo mil hi jaata tha. Uski nazar hamesha meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon par hi rehti thi. Taarif, peecha, aur wo bhookhi aankhein… 17 saal ki umar mein mera yeh roz ka haal ban chuka tha.
Main Anita, us waqt 17 saal ki thi. 12th class mein padhti thi, college ki last year, exams ka pressure tha, lekin raat ko jab padhai khatam ho jaati thi, to main akele apne kamre mein baith kar apne sharir ko dekhne lagti thi. Mirror ke saamne, dheere-dheere, bina kisi sharam ke.
Mere baal lambey, kaale, kamar tak aate the. Jab main unhe khol deti thi to wo mere peeth par fail jaate the, narm aur thode se geele se, jaise abhi naha kar aayi hoon. Chehra gol-gol, badi-badi aankhein, jinki palken lambi thi. Naak patli, hoth bade aur gulabi, thode se mote, jaise kisi ne unhe chus kar laal kiya ho. Jab main unhe apni ungli se chhuti thi to wo naram pad jaate the.
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[/img]Gardan lambi aur patli. Uske neeche meri gardan se lekar seene tak ek naram line jaati thi. Mere boobs us umar mein pure develop ho chuke the. Bade, bhaari, gol-gol, size C ke kareeb. Unke upar ki twacha bahut naram thi, jaise silk. Nipples gulabi-brown, thode se bade, aur unke around areola thoda dark. Jab main thandi hawa mein khadi hoti thi ya apne haath se unhe dabaati thi, to nipples tight ho jaate the, khade ho jaate the. Main unhe dono haathon se uthati thi, weight feel karti thi, unhe dheere-dheere press karti thi. Beech mein jo gap tha, usme pasina jam jaata tha garmi mein. Kabhi-kabhi main unhe apne college ke blouse ke andar se feel karti thi—tight bra ke neeche wo dabey huye rehte the, lekin raat ko jab bra khol deti thi to wo azaad ho jaate the, thoda jhulne lagte the.
Pet mera flat tha, lekin soft. Naabhi ke around ek chhoti si line thi. Uske neeche se meri kamar patli thi, phir hips bahut wide ho jaati thi. Mera lower body full aur round tha. Gaand meri badi, soft, aur gol thi. Jab main mirror ke saamne khadi hokar peeche mudti thi to dono sides se wo bilkul ripe fruit jaise dikhte the. Unke beech mein jo deep cleft tha, wahan touch karne par bahut sensitive feel hota tha. Main unhe dono haathon se dabati thi, alag karti thi, apni ungliyon se unke andar ke soft hisson ko feel karti thi.
Phir aage... mere thighs motey, soft, aur ek doosre se chipke huye. Unke beech ka hissa bahut naram tha. Wahan se upar meri chut thi. Us waqt meri pubic hair thodi si thi, soft black curls, jo main kabhi-kabhi trim karti thi. Outer lips thode se bade aur soft the, dark pink. Unke andar inner lips thode se nikalte the, aur beech mein clit jo chhota sa tha lekin bahut sensitive. Jab main ungli se usko chhuti thi to pura sharir kaamp uthata tha. Uske neeche se jo opening thi, wahan se kabhi-kabhi natural wetness nikal aati thi, sticky aur warm. Main dheere-dheere apni ungli se lips ko kholti thi, andar feel karti thi—bahut tight, naram, aur garam. Kabhi-kabhi do ungliyan daal kar dheere-dheere move karti thi, aur feel karti thi ki kitna tight hai abhi bhi.
Mere pair lambey the, ankles patle, feet chhote aur naram. Poora sharir jaise kisi ne soft clay se banaya ho—touch karne par yield karta tha, heat deta tha.
Raat ko jab light band karke bed par leti thi, to main apne haathon se pure sharir ko explore karti thi. Boobs se shuru karke, pet, hips, gaand, phir thighs ke beech, aur last mein chut. Kabhi-kabhi itni der tak touch karti thi ki saans tez ho jaati thi, body gili ho jaati thi, aur ek deep vibration andar se uthati thi. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki padhai, lekin raaton ko mera sharir meri sabse badi kitaab ban jaata tha—jo main bar-bar padhti thi, feel karti thi, aur apne aap se milti thi.
Subah college jaane se pehle mirror ke saamne khadi hoti thi. Pehle pure nangi, phir dheere-dheere kapde pehenti thi. Aaj main detail se bataungi ki bra, panty aur tight college uniform pehenne ke baad mera sharir kaise dikhta tha.
Pehle panty. Soft cotton ki, light pink ya white, college ke liye plain. Main usko apne pairon se chadhaati thi. Jab wo meri thighs ke upar se slide hoti thi, to meri soft moti thighs usko thoda stretch karti thi. Panty meri gaand ke pure round shape ko cover karti thi, lekin peeche se thoda upar chadh jaati thi beech wali deep line mein. Aage se meri chut ke outer lips ko tightly press karti thi. Soft cotton meri pubic hair ke upar chipak jaata tha. Beech mein jo thodi si wetness hoti thi subah, usse panty ka middle hissa halka sa dark ho jaata tha. Jab main side se dekhti thi to panty meri hips ke curves ko bilkul clear dikhati thi—bade, soft, aur heavy. Gaand ke dono sides se panty ki elastic thodi si dig jaati thi, jaise wo itna bada shape sambhal nahi paa rahi ho.
Phir bra. Simple white or skin-colour cotton bra, underwire wali, kyunki mere boobs us waqt pure bhaari the. Main pehle straps chadhaati thi, phir cups ke andar apne boobs ko set karti thi. Jaise hi cups unhe uthate the, mere boobs upar ko lift ho jaate the, cleavage deep ho jaati thi. Bra ke cups mere nipples ko tightly press karte the. Kabhi-kabhi nipples thode khade ho jaate the to bra ke fabric se clearly outline dikhta tha. Side se dekhne par bra meri boobs ka full round shape dikhati thi, lekin thoda compressed. Beech mein jo gap tha, wahan bra ki middle band tight thi. Peeche se hooks tight karne par mera peeth ka upper hissa thoda pull hota tha, aur boobs aage ko aur jut jaate the. Mirror mein dikhta tha—do bade, soft mounds, bra ke andar bandhe huye, lekin unka weight abhi bhi feel hota tha.
Ab college uniform. Hamare college ka uniform bahut fit tha. White half-sleeve shirt, aur neeche navy-blue skirt (ya kuch colleges mein salwar, lekin mera skirt wala tha). Shirt pehle. Main usko pehenti thi bra ke upar. Buttons bandhane par shirt mere boobs ke upar tight ho jaati thi. Doosre aur teesre button ke beech se cleavage clearly dikhti thi agar thoda sa bhi jhukti thi. Shirt ka fabric thin tha, isliye bra ke straps aur cups ka outline halka-halka nazar aata tha, especially dhoop mein. Mere boobs ke weight se shirt ke front panel thode se stretch ho jaate the. Sleeves mere soft upper arms ko cover karti thi, lekin arms ke shape clear the.
Phir skirt. Knee-length, lekin meri hips aur gaand ke kaaran wo peeche se bahut tight ho jaati thi. Jab main skirt pehenti thi to wo meri wide hips ko tightly wrap karti thi. Peeche se meri badi soft gaand ka pure shape clearly dikhta tha—do round cheeks, beech mein panty ki line thodi si press hui. Skirt ka fabric hips ke widest part par tight tha, isliye chalne par wo left-right hilta tha. Aage se skirt meri thighs ke upar se smoothly fall karti thi, lekin jab main baithti thi to thighs ke beech se thoda upar uth jaati thi. Skirt ke neeche panty thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi hawa mein skirt uthne par panty ka white edge dikh jaata tha.
Poora uniform pehenne ke baad mirror mein main khudi ko dekhti thi. Upar se white shirt mein mere bade boobs prominently jutey huye, cleavage deep, nipples ka halka outline. Kamar patli, phir neeche navy skirt mein hips aur gaand ka heavy, round, soft shape bilkul clear. Thighs moti, soft, ek doosre se chipki hui, skirt ke neeche se dikhti thi jab main chalti thi. college bag uthane par shirt aur tight ho jaati thi, boobs aur press hote the. Class mein baithte waqt skirt peeche se tight rehti thi, gaand ka shape chair par clearly press hota tha.
Kabhi-kabhi main uniform ke upar se hi apne sharir ko feel karti thi. Shirt ke upar se boobs dabati thi, skirt ke upar se gaand aur hips ko. Kapdon ke neeche bra aur panty tight, sharir garam, aur andar se
soft wetness. 18 saal ki umar, 12th class ki student, lekin tight college uniform mein mera sharir bilkul alag dikhta tha— mature, full, soft, aur bahut tempting. Har button, har fold, har stretch mere curves ko chhupaane ke bajaye aur zyada highlight kar deta tha.
college uniform pehen kar jab ghar se nikal ti thi to pure mohalle aur college mein meri taraf nazrein jud jaati thi. Tight white shirt aur navy-blue skirt ne mere sharir ke curves ko itna clear bana diya tha ki log apni nazar hata hi nahi paate the.
Pehle mohalle ke buddhe. Subah college jaate waqt gali se guzarti thi to dukaan ke bahar baithhe buddhe, paan ki dukaan wale, chai ki tapri wale, sab mere taraf dekhte the. Unki nazrein seedha meri chhati par jam jaati thi. White shirt ke doosre-teesre button ke beech se jo deep cleavage dikhti thi, uspe unki aankhein chipak jaati thi. Mere bade, bhaari boobs shirt ke andar se jutey huye, bra ke cups unhe upar uthaye huye. Kabhi-kabhi thodi hawa chal ti thi to shirt ka fabric mere nipples ke outline ko aur clear kar deta tha. Buddhe log apni aankhein niche nahi hataate the. Phir unki nazar peeche chali jaati thi—mere mote, gol kulhon par. Navy skirt peeche se itni tight thi ki meri soft badi gaand ka pure shape clear dikhta tha. Chalte waqt dono cheeks left-right hilte the, skirt ka fabric unke upar stretch hota tha. Buddhe log dheere se jhuk kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi aapas mein phusphusaate the. Main jaanti thi ki unki nazar meri chhati se shuru hokar mere mote kulhon par ruk jaati thi, aur wo us shape ko yaad rakhte the.
college mein to aur bhi zyada. Class ke ladke, corridor mein khade hone wale, library ke paas baithe wale—sab mere peeche peeche dekhte the. Jab main class mein enter karti thi to unki nazrein pehle meri chhati par jaati thi. Shirt tight, cleavage deep, boobs ka weight clearly feel hota tha. Baithte waqt jab main jhuk ti thi copy nikaalne ke liye, to cleavage aur zyada khul jaati thi. Ladke aankhein phaad kar dekhte the, kabhi-kabhi pencil gira kar jhukte the bas dekhne ke liye. Phir jab main blackboard ki taraf jaati thi ya corridor se guzarti thi, to unki nazar peeche mote kulhon par chipak jaati thi. Skirt meri wide hips aur soft gaand ko bilkul wrap kiye huye thi. Chalne par dono sides se hilna, peeche se panty ki line ka halka outline—sab kuch clear. Kabhi-kabhi ladke aapas mein kehte the, “Dekh uske peeche kitna bhari hai…”, lekin main sun kar bhi ignore karti thi.
Teachers bhi alag nahi the. Male teachers class mein padhate waqt meri taraf dekhte the. Main pehli seat par baithti thi. Unki nazar kitabon se uth kar meri chhati par chali jaati thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo soft mounds dikhte the, unpar unki aankhein ruk jaati thi. Kabhi-kabhi blackboard pe likhte-likhte peeche mudte the aur meri taraf dekhte the. Jab main stand hokar jawab deti thi to unki nazar pehle chhati, phir neeche mote kulhon par jaati thi. Skirt ke peeche se mera round, heavy shape clearly press hota tha. Kuch teachers toh itne close aate the ki main feel kar leti thi unki nazar ka weight. Physics wale sir, maths wale sir—sabke chehre pe wohi deewangi dikhti thi jab meri taraf dekte the.
Corridor mein, stairs pe, canteen ke paas—har jagah yahi scene. Ladke group mein khade hokar meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon ko dekhte rehte the. Main chalti thi to unki nazrein mere boobs ke bounce ko follow karti thi, phir peeche gaand ke hilne ko. Uniform itna fit tha ki kuch chhupa nahi paata tha. Mere bade soft boobs shirt ke andar se call karte the, aur mote, gol kulhe peeche se invite karte the.
Raat ko jab ghar aati thi to sochti thi—poora din kitni nazrein meri chhati aur mote kulhon par rahi hongi. Buddhe, ladke, teachers… sab deewane. Main 17 saal ki thi, 12th class ki student, lekin mera sharir un sabke liye ek living temptation ban chuka tha. Chhati par unki nazar, peeche mote kulhon par unki deewangi—yeh mera roz ka haal tha.
Ek din ki bat he. college se ghar wapas aa rahi thi. Uniform pehna hua—tight white shirt, navy-blue skirt. Garmi thi, shirt thodi si body se chipki hui, boobs ka shape clear, peeche se skirt meri mote kulhon aur soft gaand ko tightly wrap kiye huye.
Raste mein ek buddha mil gaya. Umr 55-60 ke kareeb, patla, dhothi-kurta pehne, haath mein ek chhoti si jholi. Pehle to main uski taraf nahi dekhi, lekin uski nazar seedha meri chhati par jam gayi. Main chalti rahi, lekin usne dheere se awaaz di—
“Arre beti… kitni sundar lag rahi ho aaj. Yeh shirt toh bilkul chipak gayi hai… upar se itna bhari… neeche se itna gol…”
Main tez kadam badhane lagi, lekin wo peeche peeche aa gaya. Uske kadam mere kadmon se match kar rahe the. Main thoda tez chali, wo bhi tez. Gali ke kone pe main mudne wali thi to usne phir kaha—
“Ruko na beti… itni jaldi kya hai? Dekho na, peeche se kitna bhari hai tumhara… skirt bilkul tight… dono taraf se hil raha hai. Buddhe aadmi hoon, bas dekhne do…”
Uski nazar ab meri chhati se hata kar seedha peeche mote kulhon par thi. Main jaanti thi ki wo meri gaand ke hilne ko ghoor raha hai. Skirt ke peeche se mera soft, round shape clearly dikh raha tha. Har kadam pe dono cheeks bounce kar rahe the, aur wo usko aankhon se kha raha tha.
Main thoda tez ho gayi, lekin wo peeche nahi chhoda. Gali ke dusre kone pe usne phir awaaz di, ab thodi si karrak ke saath—
“Kitni mature ho gayi ho… 12th class mein ho na? Chhati itni bhari, kulhe itne mote… jaise koi jawaan aurat. Peeche se dekh ke to dil karta hai haath laga doon… lekin bas dekh raha hoon.”
Main gusse mein mud kar dekhi to uski aankhein seedha meri cleavage par thi. Shirt ke buttons ke beech se jo deep gap dikh raha tha, uspe uski nazar chipki hui thi. Phir uski nazar neeche gayi—mere mote thighs aur peeche soft gaand par. Usne apni jholi ko adjust kiya, jaise kuch chhupa raha ho.
Main tez-tez chalne lagi. Wo bhi peeche peeche. Kabhi left side se aane ki koshish, kabhi right se. Uske muh se dheere-dheere taarif nikal rahi thi—
“Arre wah… chalti kaise ho… boobs upar-neeche, gaand left-right… poora body nach raha hai. Itna soft dikhta hai… buddha hoon lekin aankhein abhi jawaan hain. Ek baar haath se feel karne ka mann karta hai…”
Main ghar ke paas pahunchne wali thi. Usne last baar awaaz di, ab bilkul low voice mein—
“Kal bhi yahi time pe aana beti… main yahin khada rahunga. Tumhari chhati aur peeche mote kulhe dekhne ko mil jaayenge. Itna bhari body… koi bhi deewana ho jaaye.”
Main tez se ghar ke gate ke andar ghus gayi. Peeche mud kar dekhi to wo abhi bhi khada tha, aankhein meri peeth par, specifically mere mote kulhon aur tight skirt ke shape par. Uske chehre pe wohi deewangi thi jo mohalle ke dusre buddhon aur college ke ladkon-teachers mein dikhti thi.
Us din ke baad se main us raste se thoda alag jaati thi, lekin kabhi-kabhi wo mil hi jaata tha. Uski nazar hamesha meri chhati aur peeche mote kulhon par hi rehti thi. Taarif, peecha, aur wo bhookhi aankhein… 17 saal ki umar mein mera yeh roz ka haal ban chuka tha.
ANITA PATEL
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