Pyaar Ka Nasha

Chapter 1: Pehli Mulaqaat Ki Aag

Yeh ek garam, sulagti si dopahar thi jab main, Anurag, apne dost ki shaadi ki party mein pahuncha. Wahan Saiba ko dekha—meri purani crush, ab mere dost ki biwi. Woh ek deep V-cut wali red dress mein thi, uski curves har nazar ko apni taraf kheench rahi thi. Uske boobs ka cleavage itna bold tha ki har mard ki aankhein wahi atak jaati thi, aur uski backless dress uski silky skin ko chhed rahi thi. Main apni nazrein hata nahi paa raha tha, aur shayad usne yeh notice kar liya.

Woh mere paas aayi, uski muskurahat mein ek shararat thi. 'Kya dekh rahe ho, Anurag? Itna ghoorna achha nahi hota,' usne kaha, apni awaaz mein ek seductive lilt ke saath. Main hasa, 'Saiba, tumhe dekh kar koi kaise nazrein hataaye? Tum toh aag lagane aayi ho.' Usne apni aankhein jhuka kar ek naughty smile di, 'Aag toh tab lagegi jab tum paas aaoge. Door se kya faida?'

Hum log baat karte hue party se thoda door, garden ki taraf chale gaye. Wahan ek chhoti si bench thi, aur hum baith gaye. Usne apni taangon ko cross kiya, aur uski dress thodi si upar khisak gayi, uski smooth thighs dikhne lagi. Mera dil zor se dhadak raha tha. 'Tumhare pati ko pata hai tum itni hot ho?' maine poochha, thoda mazaak mein. Usne gusse se dekha, 'Woh toh bas naam ka pati hai. Mujhe satisfy karna toh door, woh mujhe chhoo bhi nahi paata.' Uske shabd mein dard tha, aur ek chhupi si aag bhi.

Woh mere aur paas aayi, uski saansein meri gardan par mehsoos ho rahi thi. 'Anurag, tum mujhe samajh sakte ho na? Mujhe ek mard chahiye jo mujhe feel karaye, jo mujhe chhoo kar meri har khwahish jagaye,' usne kaha, apni ungliyon se meri shirt ke buttons ke saath khelte hue. Main garam ho raha tha, mera dil aur sharir dono uski taraf kheench rahe the. 'Saiba, yeh galat hai... lekin tumhe chhodna bhi toh mumkin nahi,' maine kaha, meri awaaz mein ek bechaini thi.

Usne mujhe apni taraf kheencha aur apne honthon ko mere honthon par rakh diya. Yeh ek aisa kiss tha jo mere andar ki har soch ko jala raha tha. Uske lips soft aur garam the, aur woh mujhe itni intensity se kiss kar rahi thi ki main khud ko rok nahi paa raha tha. Hum dono ke haath ek doosre ke sharir par ghum rahe the, uski dress ke andar meri ungliyan uski silky skin ko chhoo rahi thi. Woh mere kaan mein boli, 'Yahan bahut log hain, lekin mujhe yeh risk pasand hai. Tumhe?' Main bas muskuraya aur uske gale par kiss karne laga, uski saansein teez ho rahi thi.

Hum garden ke ek kone mein chale gaye, jahan thodi si andheri thi, lekin phir bhi public jagah ka thrill hum dono ko aur horny kar raha tha. Usne apni dress ka strap thoda sa neeche khisakaya, aur main uske boobs ko dekh kar pagal ho gaya. Woh itne perfect the, aur main apne haathon se unhe dabane laga. Woh moaning kar rahi thi, 'Anurag, aur zor se... mujhe yeh chahiye.' Mera cock ab hard ho chuka tha, aur main uski dress ke andar haath daal kar uski wet pussy ko chhoo raha tha. Woh dripping thi, aur uski panting se mujhe aur josh chadh raha tha.

Hum dono ab control nahi kar paa rahe the. Yeh bas shuruaat thi, lekin hum dono jaante the ki yeh aag ab bujhne wali nahi thi. Kya yeh risk hume aur paas layega, ya phir sab kuch jala dega? Yeh toh aage pata chalega...