17-08-2026, 06:56 PM
Rohan uncle bathroom se bahar nikle. Unke baal geele the, towel kamar mein bandha hua tha. Unhone towel hata kar apne kapde nikalne shuru kiye. Main unhe dekhte hue bathroom ki taraf badhi. Abhi bhi main nangi thi, sirf towel nahi liya tha.
Jaise hi main unke paas se guzri, meri nangi gaand naturally hil rahi thi. Unhone peeche se dekha. Main feel kar sakti thi unki nazar. Agle second mein unka haath aaya aur ek solid thappad meri gaand par pad gaya. Zor ka, saaf awaaz ke saath.
Main ekdam se ruk gayi, thodi si shock mein. “Uncle…!”
Lekin us thappad ke turant baad ek garmi meri gaand se fail gayi. Mujhe pasand aa gaya. Unka haath abhi bhi meri gaand par tha, halka sa dabaye hue.
Maine peeche mud kar unki taraf dekha. “Abhi nahi… please. Jab hum wapas aayenge tab aap jitna marzi thappad maarna. Abhi ready hona hai. Control kariye.”
Unhone mera gaand ek baar aur halka sa nichoda aur muskuraye. “Theek hai beti. Wapas aake hisaab chukaunga.”
Main bathroom mein chali gayi aur door thoda sa band kar diya. Andar light makeup nikalne lagi — halka concealer, thin eyeliner, soft pink lipstick.
Thodi der baad unhone bathroom door ke bahar se poocha, “Kitni der lagegi tujhe? Main ready ho gaya.”
Maine andar se jawab diya, “Bas 8-10 minute. Lekin aap room ke bahar wait kariye. Main aapko surprise dena chahti hoon. Please bahar chale jaaiye.”
Unki awaaz mein excitement thi. “Surprise? Theek hai. Main bahar corridor mein wait karta hoon. Jaldi aana.”
Maine suna unke kadam door ki taraf gaye, door khula aur band hua. Ab room mein sirf main thi.
Main bathroom se bahar aayi. Bag khol kar wo long gown nikaala jo papa ne gift kiya tha. Mainne pehle kabhi nahi pehna tha. Black colour ka, soft fabric, floor length. Peeche se bilkul backless — kamar se 5 inch upar tak poori khuli hui. Maine pehle nipple stickers lagaye kyunki bra possible nahi thi. Phir gown pahenne lagi mujhe feel hua ki size thoda tight hai. Papa ne shayad galti se ek size chhota le liya tha. Fabric meri skin se chipak gaya. Mere stano ka curve saaf ubhar aaya, cleavage soft deep thi lekin vulgar nahi — bas itni ki nazar ruk jaye. Neeche se meri gaand ka round shape bilkul clear tha. Backless hissa meri peeth ki curve ko perfect show kar raha tha.
Main mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Full look check kiya. Baal open the, makeup soft tha, gown body se chipka hua. Lag raha tha jaise koi model tight evening wear mein khadi ho. Curves sab highlight ho rahe the — stan, kamar, gaand — lekin classy tarike se.
Maine lipstick ek baar aur adjust ki, heels nikaal kar pehen liye. Last mein phone, lipstick aur small purse daala. Deep breath liya.
Door ki taraf badhi. Bahar Rohan uncle wait kar rahe the. Unhone casual dark jeans aur simple black t-shirt pehni thi. Geele baal ne unhe thoda young dikha raha tha. Main ne door ka handle pakda aur dheere se khola.
Main room se bahar nikli toh Rohan uncle corridor mein khade the. Jaise hi unki nazar mujh par padi, unke chehre par clear surprise aa gaya. Unhone mujhe upar se neeche tak dheere-dheere dekha — gown ka tight fit, backless peeth, curves, soft cleavage.
Unhone saans bharke kaha, “Beti… tu aaj bilkul alag dikh rahi hai. Ye gown… tera figure isme itna clear hai ki main words nahi dhund paa raha. Itni young umar mein itna graceful aur sexy combination… rarely dekha hai. Teri peeth ki line, kamar ka curve, aur neeche se teri gaand ka shape… sab kuch perfect baith raha hai. Log dekh kar ruk jaayenge.
”Unhone mera haath pakda aur thoda kareeb aakar dheemi awaaz mein add kiya, “Is tight fabric ke neeche kuch nahi hai na? Soch ke hi mera dimaag ghum raha hai.”
Main thoda sharma kar unke saath chal padi. “Uncle, abhi public mein control kariye. Baad mein jo kehna hai kehna.”
Hum elevator mein gaye. Ground floor par door khulte hi lobby mein kai logon ki nazar hum par ruk gayi. Do-teen couples, kuch staff, ek group of guys — sabki aankhen gown par, mere curves par, phir Rohan uncle par. Kuch log aapas mein dheemi awaaz mein baat karne lage.
Mere andar hi andar sochne lagi: Ye attention… mujhe pasand aa raha hai. Kal tak main normal dress mein hoti toh shayad koi nazar bhi nahi maarta. Aaj ye gown, ye tight fit, ye backless… sab dekh rahe hain. Mujhe sharam bhi aa rahi hai lekin uske saath ek quiet sa thrill bhi. Unki nazrein meri skin par feel ho rahi hain. Main Rohan uncle ke saath hoon, unka haath meri kamar par hai, aur ye log soch rahe honge jo bhi… mujhe farak nahi pad raha. Shayad ye naya nasha hai.
Restaurant ke entrance par manager khud aa gaya. Middle-aged, smartly dressed. Usne pehle Rohan uncle ko greet kiya, phir meri taraf dekha aur uski nazar ruk gayi. Wo try kar raha tha professional rehne ki lekin uski aankhen baar-baar mere gown aur curves par ja rahi thi.
“Good evening sir, madam. Main restaurant manager hoon. Aapka table ready hai.” Usne introduce kiya, lekin meri taraf dekhte hue uski awaaz thodi si change hui.
Rohan uncle aur maine dono notice kiya lekin kuch nahi bola. Manager humein ek acchi corner table par le gaya jo thodi private thi. Usne waiter ko call karke kaha ki specially dhyan rakhe.
Hum baithe. Rohan uncle ne wine order ki, maine bhi light drink li. Thodi der hum aapas mein baat karte rahe — aaj ka din, Asraf wala scene, kitna intense tha, ab dinner pe normal banne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Phir unhone kaha, “Ab papa ko call kar le.. Taaki unhe clear dikhe ki hum mil liye.”
Maine video call lagaya. Papa ne receive kiya. Pehle maine camera Rohan uncle ki taraf kiya.“Papa, Rohan uncle. Aaj dinner pe mil gaye.”
Rohan uncle ne casually baat ki, “Haan bhai, mil liye. Tu tension mat le. itne saal baad milne wale the hum aur tu fir late, Tu kab aa raha hai?”
Papa ne bataya ki 1-2 din mein nikalne ki koshish hai. Unhone Rohan uncle se kaha, “Isko sambhal ke rakhna. Akeli hai. Thoda guide karna city mein.”
Phir Rohan uncle ne camera meri taraf ghumaya. Papa ne mujhe dekha. “Beta, kaisi hai? ”Unhone mera dress notice kiya. “Ye wahi gown hai na jo maine bheja tha?”
“Haan papa, wahi. Pehli baar pehna hai aaj.”
Papa ne kaha, “Dikha toh poora..”
Maine phone rohan uncle ko diya aur khadi ho gayi. Rohan uncle ne phone ko thoda angle diya taaki gown ka fit aur backless thoda clear ho. Papa ne dekha aur bola, “Accha lag raha hai. Size thoda tight hai kya?”
Maine kaha, “Haan papa, thoda tight feel ho raha hai.”
Papa ne halka hans kar kaha, “Teri umar hai aise kapde pehne ki. Sharma mat. Thoda open up kar. Bahar nikal, logon se mil. Rohan, isko thoda comfortable feel karaana. Ye bahut shy rehti hai. Duniya dekhne de isko.”
Rohan uncle ne short mein kaha, “Haan, main try karta hoon. Aap tension mat lo.”
Thodi aur baat hui trip aur safety ki. Phir bye kiya. Call cut hua.
Rohan uncle ne mere glass ki taraf badhate hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Tere papa ne khud kaha open up karne ko. Agar wo jaante ki tu kitna open ho chuki hai…”
Main unki baat kaat te hue menu uthaya. “Ab food order karte hain. Zyada mat boliye yahan.”
Humne food order kiya. Thodi der baad manager phir aa gaya — paani check karne, food kaisa lag raha hai, kuch aur chahiye kya. Uski nazar baar-baar meri taraf ja rahi thi. Wo try kar raha tha normal dikhne ki lekin fail ho raha tha. Rohan uncle bhi notice kar rahe the lekin ignore kar rahe the.Hum khate-peete baat karte rahe. Restaurant mein logon ki nazrein kabhi-kabhi humare table par aa rahi thi. Main gown ke tight fabric ko feel kar rahi thi, backless hissa kursi se touch ho raha tha, aur Rohan uncle ka haath kabhi-kabhi table ke neeche meri jangh par aa jaata tha.
Manager teesri baar aaya, “Sir, madam, everything alright? Dessert menu dikhaun?”
Rohan uncle ne politely mana kiya.
Jaise hi main unke paas se guzri, meri nangi gaand naturally hil rahi thi. Unhone peeche se dekha. Main feel kar sakti thi unki nazar. Agle second mein unka haath aaya aur ek solid thappad meri gaand par pad gaya. Zor ka, saaf awaaz ke saath.
Main ekdam se ruk gayi, thodi si shock mein. “Uncle…!”
Lekin us thappad ke turant baad ek garmi meri gaand se fail gayi. Mujhe pasand aa gaya. Unka haath abhi bhi meri gaand par tha, halka sa dabaye hue.
Maine peeche mud kar unki taraf dekha. “Abhi nahi… please. Jab hum wapas aayenge tab aap jitna marzi thappad maarna. Abhi ready hona hai. Control kariye.”
Unhone mera gaand ek baar aur halka sa nichoda aur muskuraye. “Theek hai beti. Wapas aake hisaab chukaunga.”
Main bathroom mein chali gayi aur door thoda sa band kar diya. Andar light makeup nikalne lagi — halka concealer, thin eyeliner, soft pink lipstick.
Thodi der baad unhone bathroom door ke bahar se poocha, “Kitni der lagegi tujhe? Main ready ho gaya.”
Maine andar se jawab diya, “Bas 8-10 minute. Lekin aap room ke bahar wait kariye. Main aapko surprise dena chahti hoon. Please bahar chale jaaiye.”
Unki awaaz mein excitement thi. “Surprise? Theek hai. Main bahar corridor mein wait karta hoon. Jaldi aana.”
Maine suna unke kadam door ki taraf gaye, door khula aur band hua. Ab room mein sirf main thi.
Main bathroom se bahar aayi. Bag khol kar wo long gown nikaala jo papa ne gift kiya tha. Mainne pehle kabhi nahi pehna tha. Black colour ka, soft fabric, floor length. Peeche se bilkul backless — kamar se 5 inch upar tak poori khuli hui. Maine pehle nipple stickers lagaye kyunki bra possible nahi thi. Phir gown pahenne lagi mujhe feel hua ki size thoda tight hai. Papa ne shayad galti se ek size chhota le liya tha. Fabric meri skin se chipak gaya. Mere stano ka curve saaf ubhar aaya, cleavage soft deep thi lekin vulgar nahi — bas itni ki nazar ruk jaye. Neeche se meri gaand ka round shape bilkul clear tha. Backless hissa meri peeth ki curve ko perfect show kar raha tha.
Main mirror ke saamne khadi ho gayi. Full look check kiya. Baal open the, makeup soft tha, gown body se chipka hua. Lag raha tha jaise koi model tight evening wear mein khadi ho. Curves sab highlight ho rahe the — stan, kamar, gaand — lekin classy tarike se.
Maine lipstick ek baar aur adjust ki, heels nikaal kar pehen liye. Last mein phone, lipstick aur small purse daala. Deep breath liya.
Door ki taraf badhi. Bahar Rohan uncle wait kar rahe the. Unhone casual dark jeans aur simple black t-shirt pehni thi. Geele baal ne unhe thoda young dikha raha tha. Main ne door ka handle pakda aur dheere se khola.
Main room se bahar nikli toh Rohan uncle corridor mein khade the. Jaise hi unki nazar mujh par padi, unke chehre par clear surprise aa gaya. Unhone mujhe upar se neeche tak dheere-dheere dekha — gown ka tight fit, backless peeth, curves, soft cleavage.
Unhone saans bharke kaha, “Beti… tu aaj bilkul alag dikh rahi hai. Ye gown… tera figure isme itna clear hai ki main words nahi dhund paa raha. Itni young umar mein itna graceful aur sexy combination… rarely dekha hai. Teri peeth ki line, kamar ka curve, aur neeche se teri gaand ka shape… sab kuch perfect baith raha hai. Log dekh kar ruk jaayenge.
”Unhone mera haath pakda aur thoda kareeb aakar dheemi awaaz mein add kiya, “Is tight fabric ke neeche kuch nahi hai na? Soch ke hi mera dimaag ghum raha hai.”
Main thoda sharma kar unke saath chal padi. “Uncle, abhi public mein control kariye. Baad mein jo kehna hai kehna.”
Hum elevator mein gaye. Ground floor par door khulte hi lobby mein kai logon ki nazar hum par ruk gayi. Do-teen couples, kuch staff, ek group of guys — sabki aankhen gown par, mere curves par, phir Rohan uncle par. Kuch log aapas mein dheemi awaaz mein baat karne lage.
Mere andar hi andar sochne lagi: Ye attention… mujhe pasand aa raha hai. Kal tak main normal dress mein hoti toh shayad koi nazar bhi nahi maarta. Aaj ye gown, ye tight fit, ye backless… sab dekh rahe hain. Mujhe sharam bhi aa rahi hai lekin uske saath ek quiet sa thrill bhi. Unki nazrein meri skin par feel ho rahi hain. Main Rohan uncle ke saath hoon, unka haath meri kamar par hai, aur ye log soch rahe honge jo bhi… mujhe farak nahi pad raha. Shayad ye naya nasha hai.
Restaurant ke entrance par manager khud aa gaya. Middle-aged, smartly dressed. Usne pehle Rohan uncle ko greet kiya, phir meri taraf dekha aur uski nazar ruk gayi. Wo try kar raha tha professional rehne ki lekin uski aankhen baar-baar mere gown aur curves par ja rahi thi.
“Good evening sir, madam. Main restaurant manager hoon. Aapka table ready hai.” Usne introduce kiya, lekin meri taraf dekhte hue uski awaaz thodi si change hui.
Rohan uncle aur maine dono notice kiya lekin kuch nahi bola. Manager humein ek acchi corner table par le gaya jo thodi private thi. Usne waiter ko call karke kaha ki specially dhyan rakhe.
Hum baithe. Rohan uncle ne wine order ki, maine bhi light drink li. Thodi der hum aapas mein baat karte rahe — aaj ka din, Asraf wala scene, kitna intense tha, ab dinner pe normal banne ki koshish kar rahe the.
Phir unhone kaha, “Ab papa ko call kar le.. Taaki unhe clear dikhe ki hum mil liye.”
Maine video call lagaya. Papa ne receive kiya. Pehle maine camera Rohan uncle ki taraf kiya.“Papa, Rohan uncle. Aaj dinner pe mil gaye.”
Rohan uncle ne casually baat ki, “Haan bhai, mil liye. Tu tension mat le. itne saal baad milne wale the hum aur tu fir late, Tu kab aa raha hai?”
Papa ne bataya ki 1-2 din mein nikalne ki koshish hai. Unhone Rohan uncle se kaha, “Isko sambhal ke rakhna. Akeli hai. Thoda guide karna city mein.”
Phir Rohan uncle ne camera meri taraf ghumaya. Papa ne mujhe dekha. “Beta, kaisi hai? ”Unhone mera dress notice kiya. “Ye wahi gown hai na jo maine bheja tha?”
“Haan papa, wahi. Pehli baar pehna hai aaj.”
Papa ne kaha, “Dikha toh poora..”
Maine phone rohan uncle ko diya aur khadi ho gayi. Rohan uncle ne phone ko thoda angle diya taaki gown ka fit aur backless thoda clear ho. Papa ne dekha aur bola, “Accha lag raha hai. Size thoda tight hai kya?”
Maine kaha, “Haan papa, thoda tight feel ho raha hai.”
Papa ne halka hans kar kaha, “Teri umar hai aise kapde pehne ki. Sharma mat. Thoda open up kar. Bahar nikal, logon se mil. Rohan, isko thoda comfortable feel karaana. Ye bahut shy rehti hai. Duniya dekhne de isko.”
Rohan uncle ne short mein kaha, “Haan, main try karta hoon. Aap tension mat lo.”
Thodi aur baat hui trip aur safety ki. Phir bye kiya. Call cut hua.
Rohan uncle ne mere glass ki taraf badhate hue dheemi awaaz mein kaha, “Tere papa ne khud kaha open up karne ko. Agar wo jaante ki tu kitna open ho chuki hai…”
Main unki baat kaat te hue menu uthaya. “Ab food order karte hain. Zyada mat boliye yahan.”
Humne food order kiya. Thodi der baad manager phir aa gaya — paani check karne, food kaisa lag raha hai, kuch aur chahiye kya. Uski nazar baar-baar meri taraf ja rahi thi. Wo try kar raha tha normal dikhne ki lekin fail ho raha tha. Rohan uncle bhi notice kar rahe the lekin ignore kar rahe the.Hum khate-peete baat karte rahe. Restaurant mein logon ki nazrein kabhi-kabhi humare table par aa rahi thi. Main gown ke tight fabric ko feel kar rahi thi, backless hissa kursi se touch ho raha tha, aur Rohan uncle ka haath kabhi-kabhi table ke neeche meri jangh par aa jaata tha.
Manager teesri baar aaya, “Sir, madam, everything alright? Dessert menu dikhaun?”
Rohan uncle ne politely mana kiya.
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