06-09-2026, 02:33 PM
Main Rahul ke paas pahunchi. Wo abhi bhi pillar ke paas khada tha, phone pe kuch dekh raha tha. Jaise hi usne mujhe aate hue notice kiya, usne phone neeche kiya aur professional smile di.
Maine soft awaaz mein kaha, “Hi Rahul…”
Usne turant jawab diya, “Hello madam. Kaise help kar sakta hoon aapki?”
Main thoda kareeb aayi aur dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Mujhe aapse thodi baat karni thi. Private mein… agar possible ho toh.”
Uske chehre par thodi si surprise aayi lekin usne jaldi se nod kiya. “Haan, bilkul. Mera cabin poolside se attached hai, bilkul nearby. Chaliye.”
Wo aage-aage chala, main peeche. Cabin chhota sa tha, glass door wala, andar table, do chairs, aur ek small AC. Usne door khola, mujhe andar aane diya, phir door band kar diya. Bahar ka pool noise ab dheema ho gaya.
Main khadi rahi, golden bikini mein, thodi nervous. Usne mujhe chair offer ki lekin main khadi hi rahi. Maine seedha poocha, “Rahul… main seedhi baat karti hoon. Aap mujhe bar bar dekhte ho. Aaj bhi, kal bhi. Kya aapko main… pasand hoon?”
Usne thodi der nazar milayi, phir dheere se confess kiya, “Haan… pasand ho. Aap bahut sexy ho aur beautiful bhi. Jab se aap hotel aayi ho, aapki taraf nazar jaati hai. Control nahi ho pata kabhi-kabhi.”
Mere man mein Rohan uncle ka challenge ghumne laga — agar wo confess kare toh dick pic lena tha. Main andar se thoda excited ho gayi lekin face pe control rakha.
Maine uske kareeb ek step liya. Awaaz thodi soft aur slow banayi. “Aap itne decent ho… seedha kuch nahi bolte. Mujhe wo baat pasand hai. Lekin aapki nazar se main feel kar leti hoon. Aap sochte ho na mere bare mein…?”
Usne saans bhari. “Haan… sochta hoon.”
Main aur kareeb gayi. “Toh… ek baat poochun? Main aapke… uski pic le sakti hoon? Sirf dekhne ke liye..”
Uske chehre par clear shock aaya, phir usne thoda bold hokar kaha, “Agar aap apne… boobs dikhao pehle. Equal.”
Main thodi der ruki. Phir golden bikini top ke triangles ko side mein slide kar diya. Mere dono stan bahar aa gaye. Nipples hawa se touch hokar sakht the.
Usne dekhte hue kaha, “Itne perfect… size, shape, colour… sab. Bahut soft dikh rahe hain.”
Maine uska haath pakad kar apne stan par rakh diya. “Chhoo sakte ho. sharmao mat.”
Usne dheere se dono haathon se mere stano ko pakda. Soft pressure, phir thoda dabaya. Ungliyon se nipples ko feel kiya. Usne dheemi awaaz mein dirty comment kiya, “Itne naram aur heavy… sochta hoon inhe muh mein kaise lunga. Aapki ye body… raat ko dimaag se nahi utarti.”
Mujhe uske words pasand aaye. Meri saans tez hui. “Aap aise hi bolte rahiye…”
Usne thodi der aur mere stano ko masla, nipples ko pinch kiya, phir haath hataye. Usne apne pants ka zip neeche kiya aur underwear side karke apna lund bahar nikaala. Semi-hard tha, average se thoda lamba, clean.
Main phone nikaal kar uske kareeb gayi. Camera on kiya aur uske lund ki clear pic le li — ek front se, ek thoda side se. Usne koi objection nahi kiya.
Maine top wapas adjust kiya. “Thank you… ye sirf mere paas rahegi.”
Usne apna lund andar kiya aur zip upar ki. “Koi baat nahi. Aap… kabhi mood ho toh batana.”
Main uske cabin se bahar nikli. Poolside ki taraf wapas chal padi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha, phone mein uski pic save thi, stano par abhi bhi uske haath ka feel baaki tha.
Main poolside wapas aayi toh Rohan uncle lounger par lette hue meri taraf dekh rahe the. Sunglasses thoda down kiye hue the. Jaise hi main unke kareeb pahunchi, unhone dheemi, dirty awaaz mein kaha, “Itni der laga di beti… cabin mein kya hua? Face pe kuch alag glow hai. Lagta hai manager ne tujhe acchi tarah ‘assist’ kiya.”
Maine unke lounger ke bagal mein lette hue aur bhi dirty reply diya, “Assist toh kiya… lekin haath se. Muh se nahi. Abhi tak toh sirf dekhne aur chhoone tak hi rukna pada. Taste baaki hai.”
Main unke bench ke side mein unse chipak kar let gayi. Golden bikini ab dhoop mein aur chamak raha tha. Unhone mera phone ki taraf ishara kiya.
Maine unhe bata diya jo cabin mein hua — kaise maine private baat ke liye le gayi, kaise usne confess kiya ki wo mujhe pasand karta hai, kaise maine top side kiya, usne mere stano ko chhua aur dirty comments diye, phir usne lund nikaala aur maine pic le li.
Phir maine gallery khol kar uski pic unhe dikhayi. Rahul ka lund clear dikh raha tha — thoda lamba, clean, semi-hard state mein.
Rohan uncle ne phone paas le kar dekha. Unki bhaawon mein surprise tha. “Arre wah… size toh unexpected hai. Decent dikhne wala manager itna rakhata hai. Tujhe kaisa laga ye dekh ke?”
Maine phone wapas lete hue double meaning mein kaha, “Dekhne mein toh accha laga. Clean hai, shape bhi theek hai. Lekin dekhne se pet nahi bharta na uncle. Kabhi-kabhi dimaag sochta hai ki muh mein kaise feel hoga… garam, pulse karta hua.”
Unhone mera kaan ke paas aakar tease kiya, “Muh mein feel karna chahti hai? Manager ka lund chusna hai tujhe? Itni jaldi taste ki craving ho gayi? Subah mere lund ke baad ab uska bhi chahiye?”
Main unki baat ka dirty jawab dete hue boli, “Craving toh ho rahi hai. Aapke baad kisi aur ka dekhne se comparison naturally aa jaata hai. Sochti hoon wo bhi mere hothon pe kitna bhari lagega… aur aap side mein dekh rahe honge.”
Rohan uncle hans pade. Unhone mera pet par haath ferte hue aur dirty dialogues chalu rakhe. “Tu toh ab openly sochne lagi hai. Pehle shy thi, ab manager ke lund ki pic leke aayi hai aur taste ki baat kar rahi hai. Teri ye golden bikini ke neeche kya chal raha hai abhi? Geeli ho rahi hogi na soch soch ke.”
Maine unki taraf dekh kar kaha, “Thoda toh ho raha hai. Aapki baatein aur wo pic… dono mil rahe hain. Aap mujhe aur tease karoge toh main yahin pe control nahi kar paungi.”
Unhone thodi der aur tease kiya. Phir unhone seedha challenge diya, “Ab dobara ja. Is baar pic aisi lana jisme tu uska lund apne chehre ke bilkul kareeb pakde hue ho. Hothon ke paas, ya gaal se chipka ke. Clear dikhe ki tu usse hold kar rahi hai.”
Maine innocent face banate hue kaha, “Uncle… itna close? Wo kya sohega? Ki main uska lund chusne wali hoon?”
Unhone mera chin uthaya. “Wahi toh mazaa hai. Tu shy dikh, lekin kaam kar ke aa. Bol usse ki ek aur pic chahiye… is baar hold karke. Agar wo mana kare toh thoda seduce kar.”
Main thoda sochti hui, dirty double meaning mein boli, “Agar wo hold karne de diya… aur lund mere face ke paas aa gaya… toh main control nahi kar paungi shayad. Jeebh nikalne ka mann kar sakta hai. Aapko wo pic chahiye ya main wahan ruk jaaun?”
Unhone meri jangh par haath dabate hue kaha, “Pehle pic leke aa. Control rakh. Taste baad mein dekhte hain. Abhi ja, manager wait nahi karega hamesha ke liye.”
Maine uthte hue unko kaha, “Theek hai daddy… main jaake uska lund apne face ke paas pakadungi. Pic leke aati hoon. Aap yahan sochte rahiye ki main wahan kya kar rahi hoongi.”
Main phir se Rahul ki taraf chal padi.
Maine soft awaaz mein kaha, “Hi Rahul…”
Usne turant jawab diya, “Hello madam. Kaise help kar sakta hoon aapki?”
Main thoda kareeb aayi aur dheemi awaaz mein boli, “Mujhe aapse thodi baat karni thi. Private mein… agar possible ho toh.”
Uske chehre par thodi si surprise aayi lekin usne jaldi se nod kiya. “Haan, bilkul. Mera cabin poolside se attached hai, bilkul nearby. Chaliye.”
Wo aage-aage chala, main peeche. Cabin chhota sa tha, glass door wala, andar table, do chairs, aur ek small AC. Usne door khola, mujhe andar aane diya, phir door band kar diya. Bahar ka pool noise ab dheema ho gaya.
Main khadi rahi, golden bikini mein, thodi nervous. Usne mujhe chair offer ki lekin main khadi hi rahi. Maine seedha poocha, “Rahul… main seedhi baat karti hoon. Aap mujhe bar bar dekhte ho. Aaj bhi, kal bhi. Kya aapko main… pasand hoon?”
Usne thodi der nazar milayi, phir dheere se confess kiya, “Haan… pasand ho. Aap bahut sexy ho aur beautiful bhi. Jab se aap hotel aayi ho, aapki taraf nazar jaati hai. Control nahi ho pata kabhi-kabhi.”
Mere man mein Rohan uncle ka challenge ghumne laga — agar wo confess kare toh dick pic lena tha. Main andar se thoda excited ho gayi lekin face pe control rakha.
Maine uske kareeb ek step liya. Awaaz thodi soft aur slow banayi. “Aap itne decent ho… seedha kuch nahi bolte. Mujhe wo baat pasand hai. Lekin aapki nazar se main feel kar leti hoon. Aap sochte ho na mere bare mein…?”
Usne saans bhari. “Haan… sochta hoon.”
Main aur kareeb gayi. “Toh… ek baat poochun? Main aapke… uski pic le sakti hoon? Sirf dekhne ke liye..”
Uske chehre par clear shock aaya, phir usne thoda bold hokar kaha, “Agar aap apne… boobs dikhao pehle. Equal.”
Main thodi der ruki. Phir golden bikini top ke triangles ko side mein slide kar diya. Mere dono stan bahar aa gaye. Nipples hawa se touch hokar sakht the.
Usne dekhte hue kaha, “Itne perfect… size, shape, colour… sab. Bahut soft dikh rahe hain.”
Maine uska haath pakad kar apne stan par rakh diya. “Chhoo sakte ho. sharmao mat.”
Usne dheere se dono haathon se mere stano ko pakda. Soft pressure, phir thoda dabaya. Ungliyon se nipples ko feel kiya. Usne dheemi awaaz mein dirty comment kiya, “Itne naram aur heavy… sochta hoon inhe muh mein kaise lunga. Aapki ye body… raat ko dimaag se nahi utarti.”
Mujhe uske words pasand aaye. Meri saans tez hui. “Aap aise hi bolte rahiye…”
Usne thodi der aur mere stano ko masla, nipples ko pinch kiya, phir haath hataye. Usne apne pants ka zip neeche kiya aur underwear side karke apna lund bahar nikaala. Semi-hard tha, average se thoda lamba, clean.
Main phone nikaal kar uske kareeb gayi. Camera on kiya aur uske lund ki clear pic le li — ek front se, ek thoda side se. Usne koi objection nahi kiya.
Maine top wapas adjust kiya. “Thank you… ye sirf mere paas rahegi.”
Usne apna lund andar kiya aur zip upar ki. “Koi baat nahi. Aap… kabhi mood ho toh batana.”
Main uske cabin se bahar nikli. Poolside ki taraf wapas chal padi. Dil tez dhadak raha tha, phone mein uski pic save thi, stano par abhi bhi uske haath ka feel baaki tha.
Main poolside wapas aayi toh Rohan uncle lounger par lette hue meri taraf dekh rahe the. Sunglasses thoda down kiye hue the. Jaise hi main unke kareeb pahunchi, unhone dheemi, dirty awaaz mein kaha, “Itni der laga di beti… cabin mein kya hua? Face pe kuch alag glow hai. Lagta hai manager ne tujhe acchi tarah ‘assist’ kiya.”
Maine unke lounger ke bagal mein lette hue aur bhi dirty reply diya, “Assist toh kiya… lekin haath se. Muh se nahi. Abhi tak toh sirf dekhne aur chhoone tak hi rukna pada. Taste baaki hai.”
Main unke bench ke side mein unse chipak kar let gayi. Golden bikini ab dhoop mein aur chamak raha tha. Unhone mera phone ki taraf ishara kiya.
Maine unhe bata diya jo cabin mein hua — kaise maine private baat ke liye le gayi, kaise usne confess kiya ki wo mujhe pasand karta hai, kaise maine top side kiya, usne mere stano ko chhua aur dirty comments diye, phir usne lund nikaala aur maine pic le li.
Phir maine gallery khol kar uski pic unhe dikhayi. Rahul ka lund clear dikh raha tha — thoda lamba, clean, semi-hard state mein.
Rohan uncle ne phone paas le kar dekha. Unki bhaawon mein surprise tha. “Arre wah… size toh unexpected hai. Decent dikhne wala manager itna rakhata hai. Tujhe kaisa laga ye dekh ke?”
Maine phone wapas lete hue double meaning mein kaha, “Dekhne mein toh accha laga. Clean hai, shape bhi theek hai. Lekin dekhne se pet nahi bharta na uncle. Kabhi-kabhi dimaag sochta hai ki muh mein kaise feel hoga… garam, pulse karta hua.”
Unhone mera kaan ke paas aakar tease kiya, “Muh mein feel karna chahti hai? Manager ka lund chusna hai tujhe? Itni jaldi taste ki craving ho gayi? Subah mere lund ke baad ab uska bhi chahiye?”
Main unki baat ka dirty jawab dete hue boli, “Craving toh ho rahi hai. Aapke baad kisi aur ka dekhne se comparison naturally aa jaata hai. Sochti hoon wo bhi mere hothon pe kitna bhari lagega… aur aap side mein dekh rahe honge.”
Rohan uncle hans pade. Unhone mera pet par haath ferte hue aur dirty dialogues chalu rakhe. “Tu toh ab openly sochne lagi hai. Pehle shy thi, ab manager ke lund ki pic leke aayi hai aur taste ki baat kar rahi hai. Teri ye golden bikini ke neeche kya chal raha hai abhi? Geeli ho rahi hogi na soch soch ke.”
Maine unki taraf dekh kar kaha, “Thoda toh ho raha hai. Aapki baatein aur wo pic… dono mil rahe hain. Aap mujhe aur tease karoge toh main yahin pe control nahi kar paungi.”
Unhone thodi der aur tease kiya. Phir unhone seedha challenge diya, “Ab dobara ja. Is baar pic aisi lana jisme tu uska lund apne chehre ke bilkul kareeb pakde hue ho. Hothon ke paas, ya gaal se chipka ke. Clear dikhe ki tu usse hold kar rahi hai.”
Maine innocent face banate hue kaha, “Uncle… itna close? Wo kya sohega? Ki main uska lund chusne wali hoon?”
Unhone mera chin uthaya. “Wahi toh mazaa hai. Tu shy dikh, lekin kaam kar ke aa. Bol usse ki ek aur pic chahiye… is baar hold karke. Agar wo mana kare toh thoda seduce kar.”
Main thoda sochti hui, dirty double meaning mein boli, “Agar wo hold karne de diya… aur lund mere face ke paas aa gaya… toh main control nahi kar paungi shayad. Jeebh nikalne ka mann kar sakta hai. Aapko wo pic chahiye ya main wahan ruk jaaun?”
Unhone meri jangh par haath dabate hue kaha, “Pehle pic leke aa. Control rakh. Taste baad mein dekhte hain. Abhi ja, manager wait nahi karega hamesha ke liye.”
Maine uthte hue unko kaha, “Theek hai daddy… main jaake uska lund apne face ke paas pakadungi. Pic leke aati hoon. Aap yahan sochte rahiye ki main wahan kya kar rahi hoongi.”
Main phir se Rahul ki taraf chal padi.
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