13-08-2026, 08:53 PM
Bathroom ke andar main khadi thi, red micro bikini pehen kar. Mirror mein dekh kar mera dil zor-zor se dhadak raha tha. Ye bikini itna chhota tha ki mere nipples barely cover ho rahe the — do chhote red triangles jo mere bhari stano ko barely hold kar rahe the. Neeche ka triangle aur bhi chhota tha, meri smooth choot ka outline almost saaf dikh raha tha aur peeche se sirf ek patli si string thi jo meri moti gaand ke beech mein chhup gayi thi. Meri gaand ke dono fande poore bahar the.
Bahar se knock ki awaaz aayi. Main door ke paas jaakar sunne lagi.
Rohan uncle ne door khola.“Good afternoon sir,” ek familiar awaaz aayi. Wo elevator wala waiter tha — Asraf. Wahi jisne meri gaand touch ki thi. Uski awaaz sunte hi mera dil aur tez dhadakne laga.
Rohan uncle ne casually jawab diya, “Aa jao Asraf. Champagne table par rakh do.”
Main sun sakti thi unke kadam. Champagne bottle ki clink. Phir silence.
Main ne dheere se bathroom door khola aur bahar nikal aayi. Jaise maine notice hi nahi kiya ki koi aur room mein hai. Meri nazar seedhe Rohan uncle par thi. Main unki taraf excited smile ke saath chali.
“Uncle dekhie na… ye red wali bikini kaise lag rahi hai? Pehli baar pehni hai. Kaisi lag rahi hoon main?” main excited awaaz mein boli, jaise sirf unhi se baat kar rahi hoon.
Rohan uncle ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Unki aankhon mein wohi naughty chamak thi. Unhone dheemi, husky awaaz mein kaha, “Beti… tu aaj fire lag rahi hai. Ye bikini teri body par bilkul perfect hai. Tere stan almost nikalne wale hain aur gaand toh poori bahar hai. Main toh control nahi kar pa raha.”
Phir unhone Asraf ki taraf dekha jo abhi bhi table ke paas khada tha, champagne rakhne ke baad. Unhone casually bola, “Asraf, tum bhi batao na… meri beti kaisi lag rahi hai is red micro bikini mein?”
Tabhi main ne pehli baar Asraf ki taraf dekha. Jaise maine abhi notice kiya ho ki wo room mein hai. Meri aankhen badi ho gayi. Main turant dono haathon se apne stano ko cover karne ki koshish karne lagi, jaise bahut shock ho gayi hoon.
“Oh my god… uncle… main nahi jaanti thi ki koi room mein hai… sorry… main abhi jaati hoon…” main sharma kar boli aur bathroom ki taraf mudne lagi.
Rohan uncle ne mujhe pakad liya. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Arre beti, tension mat le. Asraf accha ladka hai. Elevator mein usne pehle hi teri gaand touch kar li thi… toh ye chhoti si bikini dekhna koi badi baat nahi. Chhod de haath. Kuch nahi hoga.”
Main thodi der fake hesitate karti rahi. Haath abhi bhi stano par the.
“Uncle… please… mujhe sharam aa rahi hai…” Lekin Rohan uncle ne dheere se mere haath pakde aur unhe hata diya.
“Dekh Asraf… ab poori nazar se dekh le. Meri beti kitni sexy hai.”
Phir unhone mujhe slow se spin karaya. Main unke haathon mein ghoomti rahi. Pehle front view — mere barely covered stan, deep cleavage, tight red triangle neeche. Phir side, aur phir peeche — meri moti gaand poori dikh rahi thi, sirf thin string beech mein.
Asraf ki nazrein mujh par atak gayi thi. Uska chehra thoda laal ho chuka tha lekin wo gentlemen ki tarah khada raha.
Asraf ne dheere se, respect ke saath bola, “Sir… ma’am bahut graceful aur beautiful lag rahi hain. Red colour unke fair skin par bahut accha suit kar raha hai. Figure… bahut elegant hai.”
Rohan uncle hans pade. Unhone pocket se 500 ka note nikala aur Asraf ke haath mein diya. “Arre bhai, itna formal mat bol. Hum friends ki tarah baat kar rahe hain. Seedhe seedhe bol… kaisi lag rahi hai meri beti? Dil se bol.”
Asraf ne note liya, thoda smile kiya aur ab thoda bold ho kar bola, “Sir… honestly… ma’am is bikini mein bilkul… jaw dropping lag rahi hain. Especially unki… curves. Ye micro size unke figure ko aur bhi highlight kar raha hai. Koi bhi dekh lega toh nazar nahi hata payega.”
Rohan uncle zor se hans pade. “Haan bhai… bilkul sahi kaha. Tera double meaning bhi samajh gaya main.”
Main side mein khadi thi. Smile aa gayi thi mere chehre par lekin main abhi bhi sharmane ka natak kar rahi thi. Nazrein jhukaye hue thi, haath thoda sa aage-peeche kar rahi thi jaise cover karne ki koshish. “Uncle… aap log… please…” main dheemi awaaz mein boli.
Rohan uncle ne Asraf ki taraf dekha jo abhi bhi table ke paas khada tha. Unhone casually bola, “Asraf, champagne ke glasses bhar do na.”
Asraf ne bottle uthayi aur carefully do glasses mein champagne pour karne laga. Bubbles upar aa rahe the. Main abhi bhi red micro bikini mein khadi thi. Meri saansein thodi tez thi. Bikini itni chhoti thi ki har chhoti harkat se mere stan hil rahe the.
Rohan uncle ne meri taraf dekha aur dheemi, dirty awaaz mein bola, “Beti… abhi isko dekh kar mera mann kar raha hai tujhe isi room mein peeche se pakad kar faad doon. Ye chhoti si red bikini hata kar tujhe deewar se laga kar chod doon. Lekin abhi thoda aur mazaa lena hai is situation ka. Tu ready hai na?”
Main sharma kar unki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Uncle… aap yahan Asraf ke saamne aisi baatein… mera dil tez dhadak raha hai.”
Asraf dono glasses le kar humare paas aaya. Usne pehle Rohan uncle ko diya, phir mujhe. Main glass lete hue uski aankhon se mil gayi. Uski nazar ek second ke liye mere cleavage par ruki, phir usne nazrein hata li.
Rohan uncle ne glass uthaya aur Asraf se bola, “Bhai, ek glass apne liye bhi bhar lo. Thodi cheers karte hain.”
Asraf ne turant politely mana kar diya. “Sorry sir, duty pe hoon. Drink nahi le sakta. Rules hain.”Rohan uncle ne zor nahi diya. Sirf muskuraye.
“Theek hai, rules follow karo. Acchi baat hai.”Phir unki nazar meri taraf gayi. Unki aankhon mein wohi mischievous chamak thi jo elevator mein bhi thi. Unhone Asraf se dheere se poocha,
“Asraf… thodi der aur ruk sakte ho kya? Meri beti ko thoda confidence dilane mein help karo. Bahut shy hai ye.”
Asraf thoda soch kar bola, “Sir… zyada der nahi ruk sakta. Agar manager se baat kar lein ki aapko room mein help chahiye… jaise clothes iron karne mein ya kuch arrange karne mein… toh permission mil sakti hai. Platinum tier guest ke liye manager usually mana nahi karte.”
Rohan uncle ne turant phone uthaya. Manager ko call lagaya. Main unki baatein sun rahi thi.“Haan… Rohan speaking… room number… waiter ko thodi der ke liye room mein help ke liye rakhna hai… ironing aur kuch arrange… haan….”
Call chal raha tha. Main side mein khadi thi. Glass haath mein thi. Red micro bikini mere sharir par thi. Asraf room mein tha. Do mard… ek mera father ka friend… ek hotel ka waiter… aur main almost nangi.
Mere man mein sochne lagi: Kya scene hai ye… main is room mein do aadmiyon ke saamne almost nangi khadi hoon. Ye chhoti si red bikini kuch nahi chhupa rahi. Mere stan barely cover hain… nipples almost dikh rahe hain. Neeche ka triangle itna chhota hai ki meri choot ka shape saaf nazar aa raha hai. Asraf pehle hi meri gaand touch kar chuka hai elevator mein. Ab wo yahan hai… champagne pour kar raha hai… aur Rohan uncle openly dirty baatein kar rahe hain. Mera dimaag porn movies ke scene mere saamne flash karne laga. Do mard… ek young ladki… threesome. Asraf jo sirf waiter hai… aur Rohan uncle jo papa ke dost hain… dono mujhe use kar rahe hain. Meri young body unke haathon mein. Ye soch kar meri choot geeli hone lagi. Nipples sakht ho rahe the… red cloth ke peeche se unka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Main try kar rahi thi ye thoughts control karne ki… lekin nahi ho pa raha tha. Excitement aur sharam dono saath mein the.
Rohan uncle ne call khatam kiya. Phone rakh diya. “Asraf… manager ne permission de di. Ab tu thodi der ruk sakta hai. Help ke naam pe.”
Asraf ne thank you bola. “Okay sir. Main yahin hoon.”
Rohan uncle ne meri taraf dekha. Unhone glass Asraf ke haath mein de diya.
“Beti… tu aaj itni beautiful aur sexy lag rahi hai is red bikini mein… main kuch pics lena chahta hoon. kya tu allow karegi?”
Main thoda soch kar boli, “Uncle… theek hai… lekin pics aapko safe rakhne padenge. Kisi aur ko mat dikhana. Sirf aapke paas rahein.”
Unhone phone nikaala. “Promise. Ab table ke paas ja kar khadi ho ja. Natural pose de.”
Main table ke paas chali gayi. Champagne bottle aur glasses peeche the. Main thoda nervous thi. Asraf abhi bhi room mein khada tha… glass haath mein.
Bahar se knock ki awaaz aayi. Main door ke paas jaakar sunne lagi.
Rohan uncle ne door khola.“Good afternoon sir,” ek familiar awaaz aayi. Wo elevator wala waiter tha — Asraf. Wahi jisne meri gaand touch ki thi. Uski awaaz sunte hi mera dil aur tez dhadakne laga.
Rohan uncle ne casually jawab diya, “Aa jao Asraf. Champagne table par rakh do.”
Main sun sakti thi unke kadam. Champagne bottle ki clink. Phir silence.
Main ne dheere se bathroom door khola aur bahar nikal aayi. Jaise maine notice hi nahi kiya ki koi aur room mein hai. Meri nazar seedhe Rohan uncle par thi. Main unki taraf excited smile ke saath chali.
“Uncle dekhie na… ye red wali bikini kaise lag rahi hai? Pehli baar pehni hai. Kaisi lag rahi hoon main?” main excited awaaz mein boli, jaise sirf unhi se baat kar rahi hoon.
Rohan uncle ne mujhe upar se neeche tak dekha. Unki aankhon mein wohi naughty chamak thi. Unhone dheemi, husky awaaz mein kaha, “Beti… tu aaj fire lag rahi hai. Ye bikini teri body par bilkul perfect hai. Tere stan almost nikalne wale hain aur gaand toh poori bahar hai. Main toh control nahi kar pa raha.”
Phir unhone Asraf ki taraf dekha jo abhi bhi table ke paas khada tha, champagne rakhne ke baad. Unhone casually bola, “Asraf, tum bhi batao na… meri beti kaisi lag rahi hai is red micro bikini mein?”
Tabhi main ne pehli baar Asraf ki taraf dekha. Jaise maine abhi notice kiya ho ki wo room mein hai. Meri aankhen badi ho gayi. Main turant dono haathon se apne stano ko cover karne ki koshish karne lagi, jaise bahut shock ho gayi hoon.
“Oh my god… uncle… main nahi jaanti thi ki koi room mein hai… sorry… main abhi jaati hoon…” main sharma kar boli aur bathroom ki taraf mudne lagi.
Rohan uncle ne mujhe pakad liya. Unhone dheere se kaha, “Arre beti, tension mat le. Asraf accha ladka hai. Elevator mein usne pehle hi teri gaand touch kar li thi… toh ye chhoti si bikini dekhna koi badi baat nahi. Chhod de haath. Kuch nahi hoga.”
Main thodi der fake hesitate karti rahi. Haath abhi bhi stano par the.
“Uncle… please… mujhe sharam aa rahi hai…” Lekin Rohan uncle ne dheere se mere haath pakde aur unhe hata diya.
“Dekh Asraf… ab poori nazar se dekh le. Meri beti kitni sexy hai.”
Phir unhone mujhe slow se spin karaya. Main unke haathon mein ghoomti rahi. Pehle front view — mere barely covered stan, deep cleavage, tight red triangle neeche. Phir side, aur phir peeche — meri moti gaand poori dikh rahi thi, sirf thin string beech mein.
Asraf ki nazrein mujh par atak gayi thi. Uska chehra thoda laal ho chuka tha lekin wo gentlemen ki tarah khada raha.
Asraf ne dheere se, respect ke saath bola, “Sir… ma’am bahut graceful aur beautiful lag rahi hain. Red colour unke fair skin par bahut accha suit kar raha hai. Figure… bahut elegant hai.”
Rohan uncle hans pade. Unhone pocket se 500 ka note nikala aur Asraf ke haath mein diya. “Arre bhai, itna formal mat bol. Hum friends ki tarah baat kar rahe hain. Seedhe seedhe bol… kaisi lag rahi hai meri beti? Dil se bol.”
Asraf ne note liya, thoda smile kiya aur ab thoda bold ho kar bola, “Sir… honestly… ma’am is bikini mein bilkul… jaw dropping lag rahi hain. Especially unki… curves. Ye micro size unke figure ko aur bhi highlight kar raha hai. Koi bhi dekh lega toh nazar nahi hata payega.”
Rohan uncle zor se hans pade. “Haan bhai… bilkul sahi kaha. Tera double meaning bhi samajh gaya main.”
Main side mein khadi thi. Smile aa gayi thi mere chehre par lekin main abhi bhi sharmane ka natak kar rahi thi. Nazrein jhukaye hue thi, haath thoda sa aage-peeche kar rahi thi jaise cover karne ki koshish. “Uncle… aap log… please…” main dheemi awaaz mein boli.
Rohan uncle ne Asraf ki taraf dekha jo abhi bhi table ke paas khada tha. Unhone casually bola, “Asraf, champagne ke glasses bhar do na.”
Asraf ne bottle uthayi aur carefully do glasses mein champagne pour karne laga. Bubbles upar aa rahe the. Main abhi bhi red micro bikini mein khadi thi. Meri saansein thodi tez thi. Bikini itni chhoti thi ki har chhoti harkat se mere stan hil rahe the.
Rohan uncle ne meri taraf dekha aur dheemi, dirty awaaz mein bola, “Beti… abhi isko dekh kar mera mann kar raha hai tujhe isi room mein peeche se pakad kar faad doon. Ye chhoti si red bikini hata kar tujhe deewar se laga kar chod doon. Lekin abhi thoda aur mazaa lena hai is situation ka. Tu ready hai na?”
Main sharma kar unki aankhon mein dekhti hui boli, “Uncle… aap yahan Asraf ke saamne aisi baatein… mera dil tez dhadak raha hai.”
Asraf dono glasses le kar humare paas aaya. Usne pehle Rohan uncle ko diya, phir mujhe. Main glass lete hue uski aankhon se mil gayi. Uski nazar ek second ke liye mere cleavage par ruki, phir usne nazrein hata li.
Rohan uncle ne glass uthaya aur Asraf se bola, “Bhai, ek glass apne liye bhi bhar lo. Thodi cheers karte hain.”
Asraf ne turant politely mana kar diya. “Sorry sir, duty pe hoon. Drink nahi le sakta. Rules hain.”Rohan uncle ne zor nahi diya. Sirf muskuraye.
“Theek hai, rules follow karo. Acchi baat hai.”Phir unki nazar meri taraf gayi. Unki aankhon mein wohi mischievous chamak thi jo elevator mein bhi thi. Unhone Asraf se dheere se poocha,
“Asraf… thodi der aur ruk sakte ho kya? Meri beti ko thoda confidence dilane mein help karo. Bahut shy hai ye.”
Asraf thoda soch kar bola, “Sir… zyada der nahi ruk sakta. Agar manager se baat kar lein ki aapko room mein help chahiye… jaise clothes iron karne mein ya kuch arrange karne mein… toh permission mil sakti hai. Platinum tier guest ke liye manager usually mana nahi karte.”
Rohan uncle ne turant phone uthaya. Manager ko call lagaya. Main unki baatein sun rahi thi.“Haan… Rohan speaking… room number… waiter ko thodi der ke liye room mein help ke liye rakhna hai… ironing aur kuch arrange… haan….”
Call chal raha tha. Main side mein khadi thi. Glass haath mein thi. Red micro bikini mere sharir par thi. Asraf room mein tha. Do mard… ek mera father ka friend… ek hotel ka waiter… aur main almost nangi.
Mere man mein sochne lagi: Kya scene hai ye… main is room mein do aadmiyon ke saamne almost nangi khadi hoon. Ye chhoti si red bikini kuch nahi chhupa rahi. Mere stan barely cover hain… nipples almost dikh rahe hain. Neeche ka triangle itna chhota hai ki meri choot ka shape saaf nazar aa raha hai. Asraf pehle hi meri gaand touch kar chuka hai elevator mein. Ab wo yahan hai… champagne pour kar raha hai… aur Rohan uncle openly dirty baatein kar rahe hain. Mera dimaag porn movies ke scene mere saamne flash karne laga. Do mard… ek young ladki… threesome. Asraf jo sirf waiter hai… aur Rohan uncle jo papa ke dost hain… dono mujhe use kar rahe hain. Meri young body unke haathon mein. Ye soch kar meri choot geeli hone lagi. Nipples sakht ho rahe the… red cloth ke peeche se unka shape saaf dikh raha tha. Main try kar rahi thi ye thoughts control karne ki… lekin nahi ho pa raha tha. Excitement aur sharam dono saath mein the.
Rohan uncle ne call khatam kiya. Phone rakh diya. “Asraf… manager ne permission de di. Ab tu thodi der ruk sakta hai. Help ke naam pe.”
Asraf ne thank you bola. “Okay sir. Main yahin hoon.”
Rohan uncle ne meri taraf dekha. Unhone glass Asraf ke haath mein de diya.
“Beti… tu aaj itni beautiful aur sexy lag rahi hai is red bikini mein… main kuch pics lena chahta hoon. kya tu allow karegi?”
Main thoda soch kar boli, “Uncle… theek hai… lekin pics aapko safe rakhne padenge. Kisi aur ko mat dikhana. Sirf aapke paas rahein.”
Unhone phone nikaala. “Promise. Ab table ke paas ja kar khadi ho ja. Natural pose de.”
Main table ke paas chali gayi. Champagne bottle aur glasses peeche the. Main thoda nervous thi. Asraf abhi bhi room mein khada tha… glass haath mein.
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