पहली बार


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ख़ास धन्यवाद: हम धन्यवाद करना चाहते है Gitanjali Paruah जी का जिन्होंने छोटी मगर इतनी ज़बरदस्त कहानी लिख कर हमें दी. जितनी सुन्दर उन्होंने इस कहानी को इंग्लिश में लिखा है, हमने अपनी तरफ से प्रयास किया है कि हिंदी में भी उतनी ही प्रभावशाली कहानी लगे, पर कोई कमी रह गयी हो तो पाठको और गीतांजलि जी से क्षमा चाहते है.

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मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड थी वो. पर मैंने उसे उस दिन उसके बेस्ट फ्रेंड की बांहों में देखा.  उसका बेस्ट फ्रेंड एक आदमी था. मुझे इस बात से कोई समस्या भी नहीं थी. कम से कम उस दिन तक तो नहीं. वो दोनों किसी दो दोस्त की तरह हाथ पकडे हुए अवस्था में नहीं थे. उन दोनों के बीच उससे कुछ ज्यादा चल रहा था.

z6aमैं वहां उस लड़की को डेट पर ले जाने के लिए उस दिन उसके घर गया हुआ था. इसलिए मैं सीधा उसके कमरे की ओर बढ़ गया था. कमरे से कुछ आवाज़े आ रही थी. और मैंने उन दोनों को दरवाज़े के की-होल से देखा था. वो बेहद हॉट ड्रेस पहनी हुई थी और वो लड़का जॉगिंग करके वापस ही आया था. उसने जॉगिंग के शॉर्ट्स पहने हुए थे, और मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड ने ऊँची हील्स और सेक्सी टूब टॉप. कमरे के बाहर तक मुझे उसकी परफ्यूम की खुशबू आ रही थी.

देख कर लग रहा था कि दोनों किस कर रहे थे. पर उस छोटे से छेद से देखते हुए मैं निश्चित होकर नहीं कह सकता था. और वो मुझे बताना भी नहीं चाहती थी. डेट पर रेस्टोरेंट में मैंने उससे पूछा भी. पर उसने मुझे यह कह कर चुप करा दिया कि मैं कोरी कल्पना कर रहा हूँ. मैं इतना असुरक्षित क्यों महसूस करता हूँ इस रिश्ते में? उसने मुझसे पूछा. कोई ऐसी वैसी बात नहीं है, उसने मुझे दिलासा दिया. वो लड़का घर में कुछ सामान लेने आया था पर मेरी आँखों में कुछ गिर गया था, जिसे वो फूंक कर निकाल रहा था. कम से कम ऐसी कहानी मेरी गर्लफ्रेंड ने मुझे सुनाई.

ये बात पिछले हफ्ते की थी. और कल? कल उसने मुझसे अपना रिश्ता तोड़ लिया. उसने मुझे बताया भी कि वो ऐसा क्यों कर रही है. मैं एक आदमी के रूप में उसके लिया नाकाफी था. मैं बहुत ही भावुक और कद में छोटा था, उसने मुझे बताया. इन बातों को लेकर भी कभी कोई रिश्ता तोड़ता है? मैं उसी की आँखों के सामने रोने लगा. अब बंद भी करो रोना. ओह गॉड! तुम भी न पूरे सिस्स… , वो कहते कहते रुक गयी. वो मुझे सिस्सी (Sissy) या नामर्द कहने वाली थी. वो शायद गलत भी न थी.

हम दोनों में वो हमेशा मुझसे हर बात में आगे रहती थी. हील पहनकर वो मुझसे ऊँची भी लगती थी. मैं उससे हमेशा कहता था कि वो इतनी ऊँची हील न पहने, पर अपनी जिद पर अड़ कर हमेशा मुझसे ऊँची दिखना उसे पसंद था शायद. मुझ पर जैसे अपना रौब चला कर उसे कुछ अजीब सी ख़ुशी मिलती थी. उसके प्रभावशाली व्यक्तित्व से मैं हमेशा प्रभावित रहता था, पर मुझे नहीं पता था कि उसे ऐसा आदमी चाहिए था जो उसी की तरह का व्यक्तित्व वाला हो. और मैं वैसा कभी नहीं बन सकता था. Continue reading “पहली बार”

First Time


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हिंदी में पढ़े

She was my girlfriend. Except that I saw her in the arms of her best friend. And her best friend was a male. I always had a problem with that. But I had never felt threatened. Not until now. It was not casual hand holding. It was nothing short of intimate.

z6aI was supposed to pick her up for a date. So I had gone to her room. I had heard noises. And I had peeked through the key hole. She was in a hot dress and he had just come back from a jog. She was in a tight sleeveless top and a tube mini bottom. He was in shorts and a cut unisex tee. She was in high heels. He was barefoot. He always jogged barefoot as I would learn later from him. I could smell her perfume through the keyhole. He was sweating after a jog.

It looked like they were kissing. But I could not make out. She wouldn’t tell me when I asked her after we had gone on the date. She shushed me saying it was nothing and I was imagining. Why was I so insecure, she asked. It was nothing, she said. He had come to pick up something and she had something fall into her eyes. And he had blown her eyes. Or so she said.

This had happened last week. Yesterday, she had dumped me. And she had told me why. I wasn’t man enough for her. I was too short and too soft for her, she said. My eyes welled up. Before I realized it, she had seen it. Are you about to cry? For God’s sake! I knew it, you ARE a sis…, she held herself back. I desperately bit back my tears for fear of looking unmanly, the irony was all but lost on me.  Continue reading “First Time”

Neha Bhabhi


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हिंदी में पढने के लिए यहाँ क्लिक करे

“Oh my dear brother-in-law! Look how tall you have grown”, said my dear sister-in-law Neha, or Neha bhabhi (sister-in-law), as I used to call her. She hugged me, and I hugged her back as soon as I reached her home. Neha bhabhi was a sexy woman, the kind of woman people fancy about and write those special kind of stories. Beautiful face, slim figure, big bosom, long hair, she had it all. Today, she was wearing a green colored saree, with a light brown border. She had a mesmerizing effect on me as I looked at my sexy bhabhi in that matching blouse with short sleeves.  I could feel her soft breasts pressing against me, and I didn’t wanna release her from my hug yet. But she was my sister-in-law, I guess I should respect her, I thought.

After completion of my Class 10 exams, I had decided to visit my elder brother Tanuj and his wife Neha at their home. Tanuj had come to pick me up at the station, and we had just arrived at his home. I loved spending my summer vacation at his home. After all, my sweet sister-in-law used to give me so much love. Tanuj and Neha bhabhi  were married for two years, and yet, they had the glow of a newly-married couple. Anyone who met Neha bhabhi, instantly felt that my brother was a lucky man. Though Neha was a housewife, but she had a very modern outlook. She looked fetching in whatever clothes she wore, be it a saree or a skirt. Being her brother-in-law, I should not think of her in any wrong way. But Neha bhabhi was a sexy woman, and I could not help the sexual thoughts that would come in my mind. I have been hugged by many women, aunties, in my life, but Neha bhabhi used to hug me a little tighter and closer than any other woman. I am not implying that she had any wrong kind of interest in me. In fact, the truth is, she was a very good friend of mine. I could tell her anything that came in my heart. She would listen to me with an open mind, and would express herself freely as well. May be that was the reason, she would hug me freely without any hesitation or barrier between us. And I was that ungrateful person who was thinking about the soft body of this loving lady. I felt ashamed a little. But Neha bhabhi grabbed my hands as she looked intently towards me with so much happiness in her eyes. Continue reading “Neha Bhabhi”

नेहा भाभी


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“मेरे प्यारे देवरजी आ गए! देखो तो कितने लम्बे हो गए हो तुम!”, मेरी प्यारी नेहा भाभी ने मेरे आते ही मुझे गले लगा लिया| और मैं भी अपनी खुबसूरत भाभी को देखते ही उनसे गले लिपट गया| नेहा भाभी बेहद ही सुन्दर थी, वैसी ही जिनके बारे में लोग सपने देख कर न जाने कैसी कैसी कहानियां लिखते है| सुन्दर चेहरा, दुबला पतला छरहरा बदन, भरे हुए स्तन, लम्बे बाल, कोई भी कमी न थी उनमे| वो आज हरी रंग की साड़ी पहनी हुई थी, जिसमे भूरे रंग की बॉर्डर थी| उनके छोटे आस्तीन वाले मैचिंग ब्लाउज में उनकी काया तो बस मंत्र-मुग्ध कर रही थी| उनके मुलायम स्तन गले लगाने पर जिस तरह मेरे सीने पे महसूस हो रहे थे, उन्हें छोड़ने का मन ही नहीं कर रहा था| पर मेरी भाभी थी वो! और मुझे उनका सम्मान करना चाहिए|

मैं १०वी की परीक्षा के बाद गर्मी की छुट्टी बीताने तनुज भैया और नेहा भाभी के घर अभी अभी पहुंचा था| तनुज भैया मुझे  स्टेशन लेने आये थे| मुझे उनके यहाँ छुट्टी बीताना बड़ा पसंद था| आखिर नेहा भाभी मुझे इतना प्यार जो देती थी| भैया और भाभी की शादी को २ साल ही हुए थे और उन दोनों में अब भी नए शादीशुदा दंपत्ति वाली चमक थी| कोई भी मेरी भाभी को देख ले तो उनको तुरंत यकीन हो जाए कि मेरे भैया कितने भाग्यशाली थे| कहने को तो नेहा भाभी हाउसवाइफ थी, पर बेहद ही मॉडर्न विचारोवाली थी वह| वो चाहे साड़ी पहने या फिर स्कर्ट, सभी में वो मॉडर्न लगती थी| अंग्रेजी भी फर्राटे से बोल लेती थी वो| भाभी के बारे में मुझे मेरे मन में उलटे सीधे विचार नहीं लाने चाहिए पर वो है ही इतनी आकर्षक| और उनके गले लगाने के बाद उनके मुलायम स्तनों को अपने सीने से महसूस करने के बाद तो मन में ऐसे विचार आना स्वाभाविक था| मुझे जीवन में और भी औरतों ने गले लगाया है, पर नेहा भाभी मुझसे ज्यादा करीब से गले मिलती थी| मैं यह नहीं कह रहा कि उनका मुझमे किसी गलत तरह का इंटरेस्ट था| बल्कि सच तो यह था कि नेहा भाभी मेरी काफी अच्छी दोस्त थी| फ़ोन पर ही सही पर उनसे अपने दिल की बहुत सी बातें आसानी से कह सकता था मैं| खुले दिल से वो मेरी बातें सुनती और अपनी भी बातें कहती| शायद इसलिए उन्होंने मुझे इतने प्यार से बेफिक्र हो कर गले लगाया था| और मैं था जो उनके कोमल बदन के बारे में सोच रहा था| मुझे खुद पर थोड़ी शर्म महसूस होने लगी| वो अब भी मेरा हाथ पकड़ कर ख़ुशी से मेरी ओर देख रही थी| Continue reading “नेहा भाभी”

ड्रेस में वह लड़की


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अँधेरी गली में स्ट्रीट लाइट की धीमी रौशनी में वह लड़की चलती हुई जा रही थी| टुक-टुक-टुक, उसकी सैंडल की हील मानो ताल में आवाज़ कर रही थी| उस सन्नाटे में बस उसी की आवाज़ सुनाई दे रही थी| हील से वह लड़की काफी ऊँची लग रही थी| उसने बहुत ही सुन्दर घुटनों तक लम्बी काली ड्रेस पहनी हुई थी और कंधे पर छोटा सा पर्स टाँगे हुई थी| लम्बी चेन के साथ वह चांदी के रंग का पर्स अँधेरे में चमचमा रहा था| देख कर ही लग रहा था कि वह किसी देर रात की स्पेशल पार्टी में जा रही है| वह बेहद सुन्दर तो थी ही, पर उसकी भरी हुई कमर और हिप उसकी चाल के साथ मटकती हुई, मनमोहक थी| आत्मविश्वास और संतुष्टि के साथ वह चली जा रही थी| आखिर संतोष हो भी क्यों न? एक स्त्री के लिए उसके स्तन भरे-पूरे थे, जिस पर उसकी पुश अप ब्रा और भी आकर्षक बना रही थी| कोई भी औरत उसके स्तनों को देख कर इर्ष्य करती और पुरुष तो बस उसके मोहपाश में यूँ ही फंस जाते|

“अबे जल्दी देखो”, एक लड़के ने उस सुन्दर औरत की ओर इशारा करते हुए कहा| उसकी बात सुनते ही उसके सारे दोस्त उस सैंडल की आवाज़ की ओर देखने लगे| वहां अधिक रौशनी न थी पर फिर भी उस औरत का चेहरा नज़र आ रहा था| वह बेहद खुबसूरत दिख रही थी और उसके लम्बे रेशमी बाल मानो उसके चेहरे को बुरी नज़र से बचाना चाहते थे| “वाह! अत्यंत सुन्दर”, दुसरे लड़के ने कहा| उस औरत की लाल लिपस्टिक उसके होंठो को और सेक्सी बना रहे थे| “यार! मेरा बस चलता तो मैं उस औरत को तुरंत चूम लेता|”, लगभग उस समूह के सभी लडको ने मन ही मन सोचा|


किसी भी अच्छे बॉयफ्रेंड की तरह रोहन भी शांति से अपनी गर्लफ्रेंड का रेस्टोरेंट में इंतज़ार कर रहा था| निशा ने उससे कहा था कि ऑफिस के बाद वह घर जाकर तैयार होकर ही आएगी| आखिर उनकी यह स्पेशल शाम थी| निशा रोहन के लिए सुन्दर दिखना चाहती थी| और रोहन भी निशा का इंतज़ार करने को तैयार था| वो जानता था कि निशा जब भी उससे मिलने आती किसी परी से कम नहीं लगती| वो मॉडर्न लड़की थी जिसका टेस्ट बेहद मॉडर्न था| उसके कपडे और उनसे मैच करती एक्सेसरी, वह जो भी पहनती, उस पर बेहद आकर्षक लगती| निशा हर बार कुछ नयी तरह की ड्रेस पहन कर आती थी| रोहन जानता था कि हर एक मिनट जो निशा तैयार होने में लगाती, वह और खुबसूरत होते जाती थी| फिर भी रोहन बेचैन तो था ही, आखिर वह देखना चाहता था कि निशा आज कैसी दिखेगी|

रोहन आस लगाये रेस्टोरेंट के दरवाज़े की ओर देखता रहा और तभी निशा, अपने निश्चित समय से ६ मिनट देर से आई| ६ मिनट, इस शहर के ट्रैफिक में तो कुछ भी नहीं है| निशा को देखते ही वह मंत्रमुग्ध होकर उसकी ओर देखते ही रह गया| जितनी खुबसूरत आज वह लग रही थी, वैसा उसने पहले कभी नहीं देखा था| उसे तो यकीन ही नहीं हो रहा था की वो और भी खुबसूरत लग सकती है| रोहन उसे देख कर अपनी ख़ुशी न छिपा सका| और तो और निशा को देख कर रेस्टोरेंट में बैठे सभी पुरशो की नज़र भी एक बार तो उसकी ओर घूम ही गयी|

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जब निशा आई तो पूरे रेस्टोरेंट की नज़र इस खुबसूरत परी पर थी 

निशा मुस्कुराते हुए अपनी ऊँची हील में बड़े ही नजाकत के साथ चलते हुए उसके पास पहुंची और बोली, “तुम्हे ज्यादा इंतज़ार तो नहीं कराया न?” निशा अपनी कुर्सी पर बैठ कर अपने कंधे से छोटी से काली रंग की पर्स उतार कर टेबल पर रखकर रोहन की ओर देखने लगी| “नहीं नहीं निशा बिलकुल नहीं| और सच कहू तो तुम्हारे लिए तो पूरी ज़िन्दगी इंतज़ार करने को तैयार हूँ मैं”, रोहन ने कहा| वह झूठ नहीं कह रहा था, निशा किसी मॉडल से कम नहीं थी| निशा तो ख़ुशी से लाल हो गयी| पर वो किसी छोटे शहर की सामान्य लड़कियों जैसी शर्मीली नहीं थी| वो जानती थी कि वह खुबसूरत है, और इस बात का उसे बेहद आत्मविश्वास भी था|

“निशा तुम आज सचमुच अप्रतिम लग रही हो! यह काली ड्रेस तो तुम पर बहुत ही अच्छी लग रही है| उस ड्रेस पर छोटे छोटे लाल रंग के फूल तो जैसे तुम्हारे स्टाइल के लिए ही बने है”, रोहन ने उत्साह के साथ कहा, “… और तुम्हारे कान के रिंग्स भी बहुत जंच रहे है तुम पर!” रोहन खुद को बेहद भाग्यशाली मानता था कि निशा जैसी लड़की उसके साथ डेट पर थी| कोई भी लड़का उसकी किस्मत से जल उठता|

“थैंक यू रोहन! पर आज तक कभी किसी ने ऐसी मेरी तारीफ़ नहीं की”, निशा बोली|

“मतलब कोई तुम्हारी खूबसूरती की तारीफ़ नहीं किया?”, रोहन को यकीं नहीं हुआ|

“तारीफ़? हाँ ज़रूर, मेरी सहेलियोँ ने की है| पर लड़के या मेरे पुराने बॉयफ्रेंड बस इतना ही कह पाते थे कि मैं सुन्दर लग रही हूँ| पर कोई तुम्हारी तरह तारीफ़ नहीं किया| लडको तो पता भी नहीं चलता कि आज मैंने अलग क्या पहना है| कान की रिंग तो छोडो ड्रेस में भी फर्क नहीं कर पाते वो| कई लड़के तो बिना कुछ बोले मुझे बस घूरते रह जाते है| पर तुम जैसे मेरी छोटी छोटी चीजें देखते हो, मुझे ख़ुशी मिलती है कि चलो कोई तो मेरी मेहनत को समझा!”, निशा ने कहा| वो सच कह रही थी क्योंकि लडको को तो समझ भी नहीं आता की एक लड़की को खुबसूरत दिखने के लिए क्या क्या नहीं करना पड़ता| किसी ड्रेस या साड़ी के साथ मैच करती हुई सैंडल, नेल पोलिश, चूड़ियां या आँखों के मेकअप के कलर का चयन आसान नहीं होता| लड़कियों का कपडे पहनना कोई आसान काम नहीं है और लडको को ज़रा भी अंदाजा नहीं है|

निशा की बात सुनकर रोहन हँस पड़ा, “निशा, तुम्हारी तारीफ़ में तो मैं कविता लिख सकता हूँ| बेहद आसान है आखिर तुम हुस्न की मल्लिका जो ठहरी!”

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रोहन के मुह से अपनी तारीफ़ सुनकर निशा शर्म से लाल हो गयी पर वह और भी तारीफ़ सुनना चाहती थी |

यह सुनकर निशा की आँखें चमक उठी| वह टेबल पर थोडा आगे झूकी और रोहन के करीब आ गयी| उसने अपने एक हाथ पर अपने चेहरे को रखते हुए नटखट अंदाज़ में बोली, “अच्छा जी, यह बात है| तो फिर रोहन जी, ज़रा हम भी तो सुने आप हमारी तारीफ़ में और क्या क्या कह सकते है?” निशा सचमुच जानना चाहती थी|

रोहन मुस्कुरा दिया और बोला, “तुम्हारी रेशमी जुल्फें आज तुमने जिस तरह सीधे और खुली हुई रखी है, उसे देख कर ही लगता है जैसे तुम्हारे बाल तुम्हारे ही चेहरे को चूमने को बेकरार है|”

“ओके पर कुछ ऐसा कहो कि मैं और खुबसूरत महसूस कर सकू खुद को”, निशा ने नया चैलेंज दे दिया रोहन को|

“निशा… तुम्हे अंदाजा नहीं है कि मैं कितना उतावला हूँ तुम्हारे बालो और चेहरे को छूने के लिए| तुम्हारी जुल्फों में अपनी उँगलियाँ फिराकर मैं तुम्हारे सुन्दर चेहरे को छूना चाहता हूँ| काश कि मैं तुम्हारे बालो की तरह होता तो दिन भर तुम्हारे गालों को चूमता रहता!”

निशा रोहन की बात सुनती रही|

“मुझे तो तुम्हारी ड्रेस से भी जलन है क्योंकि वो हर पल तुम्हे गले लगा सकती है और तुम्हारी मादक तन से लिपटी रहती है| और ये ड्रेस तो मानो चिपक कर तुम्हारी त्वचा बन चुकी है| तुम्हारे अंग अंग को उभार कर दिखाती है यह ड्रेस और मैं तुम्हे छूने के लिए और इंतज़ार नहीं कर पा रहा हूँ”

रोहन ने फिर निशा के करीब आकर उसके कानो में कहा,” तुम्हे शायद पता नहीं है कि तुम्हारे स्तनों के बीच का क्लीवेज मुझे कैसे मदहोश कर रहा है”

इसमें कोई दो राय नहीं थी कि निशा भाग्यशाली स्त्री थी जिसके स्तन भरे पूरे थे| और उसे देख कर कोई भी आदमी बस देखता ही रहा जाए| और जिस तरह से उसकी ड्रेस उसके स्तन से चिपकी हुई थी, उससे निशा किसी नशीली अप्सरा से कम नहीं लग रही थी|

दोनों प्रेमियों की शाम इसी तरह हँसते खेलते बाते करते, मुस्कुराते, खाते हुए, एक दुसरे की ओर देखते हुए निकल रही थी| दोनों के बीच प्यार, आकर्षण तो था ही पर साथ ही एक दुसरे के करीब आकार एक दुसरे से जुड़ जाने की आग भी तन मन में लगी हुई थी|

डिनर के बाद निशा टेबल से उठ खड़ी हुई और रोहन के करीब आकर उसके कानो में बोली, ” मेरे घर जाने के पहले क्यों न तुम अपने फोन से मेरी कुछ तस्वीरे ले लो?” रोहन को आईडिया उचित लगा| वह भी इस शाम की यादों को कैद करना चाहता था| उन दोनों ने रेस्टोरेंट में एक जगह ढूंढी जहाँ निशा रोहन के लिए कैमरा के आगे पोस कर सके| वो दोनों फोटो खींचते हुए एक एक पल का आनंद ले रहे थे| पर वहीँ दुसरे दम्पति उनसे मन ही मन जल रहे थे| आदमियों को खुस्बुरत निशा के साथ देख कर रोहन से जलन होती और औरतें उन दोनों को इस तरह हँसते खेलते देख कर सोचती की काश उनके साथी के साथ उनका रिश्ता भी ऐसा होता| अंत में रोहन और निशा एक दूसरे का हाथ थामे रेस्टोरेंट से बाहर निकल आये|

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डिनर के बाद निशा ने कुछ तस्वीरें खिंचवाई|

दोनों अब निशा के घर के बाहर खड़े थे| जैसे ही निशा ने घर का दरवाज़ा खोला, निशा ने तुरंत ही रोहन को दो सीट वाले सोफे पर धकेल दिया| आमतौर पर ऐसे सोफे को लव सीट कहते है| निशा जल्दी ही रोहन की गोद पर चढ़ गयी| वह अपने घुटनों पर खड़ी थी और उसके स्तन रोहन के चेहरे के करीब आ रहे थे| निशा रोहन की ओर शरारती नजरो से देखने लगी और रोहन बस एक टक निहारता रह गया| निशा ने अपना पर्स फेंक दिया और रोहन के चेहरे को अपने हाथो में पकड़ लिया| और बिना इंतज़ार किये, उसने रोहन को चूमना शुरू कर दिया|

होटल की वाइन ने पहले ही दोनों को मादक बना दिया था , और अब दोनों एक होने को तैयार थे| रोहन ने निशा को अपनी बांहों में पकड़ा और मदहोश होकर दोनों एक दुसरे को चूमने लगे| रोहन निशा की पीठ पर उसकी ब्रा को महसूस कर सकता था| जल्दी ही वह अपने हाथो से निशा के मुलायम स्तनों को पकड़ कर मसलने लगा| निशा ने अन्दर बेहद सुन्दर पारदर्शी लेस वाली ब्रा पहनी हुई थी| रोहन ने उस ब्रा को देखा और अपना सर दोनों स्तनों के बीच डाल दिया| वो मुलायम मखमली स्तन का स्पर्श दोनों को ही उतावला कर रहा था| पुश अप ब्रा में वैसे भी निशा के सुडौल स्तन निखर रहे थे, और रोहन उनसे अब और दूर नहीं रह सकता था|

“तुम जानते हो न कि तुम ब्रा उतार सकते हो?”, निशा ने चंचलता के साथ कहा|रोहन जानता था पर वो इस बेहद खुबसूरत औरत का साथ उसके सौंदर्य को अच्छे से निहारते हुए बिताना चाहता था| वो मानो इस फूल की एक एक पंखुड़ी को धीरे धीरे छूकर महसूस करना चाहता था| पर निशा जो चाहती थी, उसे लेकर ही रहती| उसका रुकने का मन नहीं था| वो मॉडर्न लड़की थी जिसे पता था कि वो क्या चाहती है| और उसे वह हक़ से लेती| उसने खुद ही अपनी ब्रा का हुक खोला, कंधे से ब्रा का स्ट्राप नीचे उतारा और अपने ड्रेस के सामने से स्तनों पर हाथ फेरती हुई अपनी ब्रा को निकालने लगी| ऐसा करते हुए उसके स्तन झूमने लगे जैसे वो आज़ाद हो गए हो| रोहन मुस्कुरा दिया|

निशा ने फिर रोहन का हाथ पकड़ा और उसे बेडरूम की ओर ले जाने लगी, “अब और समय बर्बाद नहीं करेंगे, मैं तैयार हूँ|”, निशा ने कहा| दोनों ने बेडरूम में जाकर एक दुसरे को ऐसा प्यार किया जो सिर्फ किसी नए प्यार में पड़े नवदंपत्ति में दीखता है|


इससे ज्यादा क्या रोमाटिक हो सकता है कि एक आदमी सुबह उठे और उसकी बांहों में वह स्त्री हो जिसके साथ उसने प्यार भरी रात बितायी हो? रोहन से निशा को जोर से अपनी बाहों में जकड कर एक गुड मोर्निंग किस दिया| निशा के रात को उतारे हुए कपडे रोहन की बगल में थे| उसने एक बार उस ड्रेस को छुआ जैसे वो एक बार फिर उस ड्रेस की सेक्सिनेस अनुभव करना चाहता हो| निशा ने रोहन को किस किया और उठ कर बाथरूम की ओर जाने लगी| अपने तन पर चादर लपेटे हुए निशा बेहद सेक्सी लग रही थी| उसने बड़ी ही नजाकत से अपने स्तनों को उस चादर से ढंका हुआ था| रोहन की ओर देख कर मुस्कुराते हुए वह नहाने चल दी|

कुछ ही देर में निशा नहाकर तैयार हो चुकी थी और रोहन भी कपडे पहन कर अपने घर जाने को तैयार था|

“रोहन, पता नहीं कैसे कहू पर कल की शाम के लिए थैंक यू| शायद तुम्हे भी कल अच्छा लगा हो|”, निशा ने रोहन के करीब आते हुए कहा| “निशा, इसमें कोई डाउट है क्या? हाँ मुझे भी कल बहुत अच्छा लगा, भूल नहीं सकूंगा कल की शाम|”, रोहन ने जवाब दिया|

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निशा ऑफिस के लिए तैयार थी| उस ड्रेस में उसकी सेक्सी कमर से रोहन की आँखें हट न सकी|

“ठीक है| पर अब यह बताओ की इस ड्रेस में कितनी खुबसूरत लग रही हूँ मैं?”, निशा ने अपनी ड्रेस दिखाते हुए रोहन से पूछा| निशा ने एक काली रंग की नेट वाली टॉप पहनी हुई थी और एक लम्बी सी स्कर्ट| उसकी टॉप कुछ ऐसी थी कि निशा की कमर थोड़ी सी दिख रही थी| “हम्म मैं तो कहूँगा की ऑफिस जाने के लिए थोड़ी ज्यादा सेक्सी है!”, रोहन ने कहा|

“ओ कम ऑन रोहन! थोडा बहुत स्किन दिखना तो चलता है| तुम्हे नहीं लगता?”, निशा ने पूछा| “ज़रूर निशा| मैं तो चाहूँगा कि मेरे यहाँ काम करने वाली सभी औरतें तुम्हारी तरह कपडे पहने”, रोहन ने कहा|

“पर तुम जानती हो? कोई भी औरत कुछ भी पहन ले, तुम्हारे जैसी खुबसूरत नहीं लग सकती|”, रोहन जानता था कि निशा से क्या कहना है| निशा मुस्कुरा दी और एक बार फिर पास आकार रोहन को गले लगाकर छोटे छोटे किस उसके गालों पर देने लगी|

“वैसे तुम्हे याद है या नहीं कि मैं एक हफ्ते के लिए काम के सिलसिले में नयी दिल्ली जा रही हूँ|”, निशा ने कहा|

“नहीं!!! तुम्हारे बगैर मैं पूरा हफ्ता कैसे बिताऊँगा| यह ठीक नहीं है निशा| मैं तुम्हे दोबारा देखने के लिए कितना बेचैन हो जाऊँगा|”

“आहा जी| इतना ड्रामा न करो! तुम्हारे पास मुझे याद करने को कुछ तो रहेगा”, निशा बोली|

“हाँ हाँ, यादें रहेगी तुम्हारी| पर यादों से कहाँ काम चलता है?”, रोहन ने शिकायत करते हुए कहा|

निशा हँस दी| “मैं यादों की बात नहीं कर रही हूँ मी. रोहन! मैं मेरे कपड़ो की बात कर रही हूँ!”, निशा बोली| “पूरा एक बैग भरकर कपडे है धोने के लिए| मुझे पता नहीं तुमसे कैसे कहूँ| तुमने पहले भी न जाने कितने बार मेरे लिए कपडे धोये है|”

“इतनी फ़िक्र न करो निशा| तुम जानती हो मेरे घर में वाशिंग मशीन है और कपड़ो को प्रेस करने वाला मेरी बिल्डिंग के सामने ही है| मैं ख़ुशी से कपडे धो लूँगा तुम्हारे|”

“तुम्हे पक्का यकीन है कि तुम्हे कोई परेशानी नहीं होगी?”

“पक्का! बस तुम उस बैग में अपनी २-४ ब्रा पैंटी भी डाल देना!”, रोहन ने छेड़ते हुए कहा|

निशा हँस दी और बोली, “हाँ मैंने पहले ही डाल रखी है पर मेरे बगैर उनके साथ खेलना नहीं तुम! समझे?”

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निशा जैसी पर्सनालिटी होना आम नहीं है| और उसके कपडे भी उसकी पर्सनालिटी के अनुरूप ही होते थे|

रोहन निशा के कपडे का बैग लेकर उसकी बिल्डिंग से बाहर आ गया| उसने उस बैग को अपनी कार की पैसेंजर सिट पर रखा| उसने उस बैग की ओर देखा और उसमे से निशा की ड्रेस निकाला जो निशा ने कल रात पहनी थी| उसने उस ड्रेस को अपने हाथ में पकड़ा और मुस्कुराने लगा| फिर अपने चेहरे से उस ड्रेस को छूते हुए उसने खुद से कहा, “रोहन! आज रात यह ड्रेस तुम्हारी होगी| समय आ गया है रोहिणी बनने का!” उस ड्रेस को पहनने के बारे में सोच कर ही रोहन के रोंगटे खड़े हो रहे थे| वो बस इंतज़ार कर रहा था कि किसी तरह उसका ऑफिस ख़तम हो और वह घर जाकर एक सुन्दर औरत बन सके|


शाम हो गयी थी और रोहन घर आ चूका था| उसने लाल फूल के प्रिंट वाली काली ड्रेस को अपने बिस्तर पर बिछा दिया| आज रात वह यही ड्रेस पहनने वाला था| उसने उस ड्रेस से मैच करती हुई सैंडल, कान की बालियाँ, चूड़ियां भी निकाली| अपने मेकअप बॉक्स में वह देख रहा था कि आज रात आँखों के मेकअप के लिए कौनसे रंग का उपयोग करेगा| उसने अपना फ़ोन निकाला और निशा की कल रात की तस्वीरे देखने लगा ताकि पता चल सके कि निशा ने कौनसा मेकअप उपयोग किया था| उसे ख़ुशी थी कि निशा उसके जीवन में थी| निशा के साथ रहते उसके लिए बड़ा आसान हो जाता था कि कैसा मेकअप करना चाहिए| वो ऐसे पलो का बेसब्री से इंतज़ार करता था जब निशा उसे अपने कपडे देती थी धोने के लिए| किसी दूसरी औरत ने वह कपडे पहले पहने है यह विचार ही उसे रोमांचित कर देता| वो भाग्यशाली था कि उसका कद ज्यादा ऊँचा न था| निशा के कपडे उसे बिलकुल फिट आते थे| अब समय आ गया था कि वह रोहिणी बनना शुरू कर दे| उसने फाउंडेशन लगा कर मेकअप करना शुरू किया|

रोहिणी अब तैयार हो चुकी थी और बस इंतज़ार कर रही थी कि थोडा और अँधेरा हो जाए| अँधेरा होने पर वह निश्चिन्त होकर एक क्लब जा सकती थी जहाँ LGBT के लोग आमंत्रित थे| उस जगह वहां बेफिक्र होकर बिना डर के रोहिणी बन कर रह सकती थी| बस उसे ९ बजने का इंतज़ार करना होता था जब वो बिना डर के अपनी कार तक जा सके|

९ बज गए थे| रोहिणी अपनी बिल्डिंग से सँभलते हुए नीचे आई| उसके दिल की धड़कने बेहद बढ़ गयी थी| वह देख सकती थी कि सड़क की दूसरी ओर कुछ लड़के खड़े है| फिर भी दिल को समझाने लगी कि वो लड़के उसकी कार से बहुत दूर खड़े है| गली में स्ट्रीट लाइट की हलकी सी रौशनी में वह चलने लगी| वह नहीं चाहती थी कि कोई उसकी ओर देखे| पर उसकी सैंडल की हील की ठुक ठुक ठुक आवाज़ उस सन्नाटे को चीर रही थी| उसकी घुटनों तक लम्बी काली ड्रेस में वह बेहद ही मोहक लग रही थी| और उसका छोटा सा चांदी के रंग का पर्स चमचमा रहा था| कोई भी उसे देखते ही जान जाता कि वह नाईट पार्टी में जा रही है| वो सचमुच ही आकर्षक औरत थी और उसकी मटकती हुई चाल तो किसी का भी ध्यान खिंच लेती|

“अबे जल्दी देखो”, एक लड़के ने रोहिणी की ओर इशारा करते हुआ कहा| सभी लड़के उसकी ओर देखने लगे| रोहिणी ने अपने खुले लम्बे बालो को उसके चेहरे के सामने आ जाने दिया ताकि उसका चेहरा ढक सके| वो नहीं चाहती थी कि कोई उसे पहचान ले| रोमांच और डर दोनों साथ उसके मन में थे| “वाह यार, क्या सुन्दर औरत है!”, एक लड़के ने कहा| “पहले कभी यहाँ देखा नहीं इसे”, दुसरे ने कहा| हलकी रौशनी में रोहिणी की लाल लिपस्टिक उसके होंठो को बेहद सेक्सी बना रही थी| “मेरा बस चलता तो मैं उस औरत को तुरंत चूम लेता”, एक लड़के ने कहा| वह शायद यह बात मन ही मन कहना चाहता था पर उसकी आवाज़ रोहिणी की कानो पे पड़ गयी| चाहे जो भी यह रोहिणी की खूबसूरती पर कमेंट था| रोहिणी तो ख़ुशी से फूली न समायी| वह झट से अपनी कार में बैठ कर नाईट क्लब के लिए निकल पड़ी|


क्लब में वह बार काउंटर के पास बैठी हुई थी| उसे आये हुए करीब ५ मिनट हुए थे| लड़की बनकर बाहर निकलना और शहर में घुमने अच्छे अच्छो के पसीने छुड़ा देता है| पर अब वो आराम से क्लब में बैठ सकती थी| उसने अपने लिए एक कॉकटेल आर्डर किया| इस दौरान क्लब के दुसरे कोने में एक औरत रोहिणी को एक टक देख रही थी| शायद उसका रोहिणी में इंटरेस्ट था|

रोहिणी सोच रही थी कि कैसे उसे रंग बिरंगे कॉकटेल पसंद है पर रोहन बन कर वह कभी कॉकटेल आर्डर नहीं करती क्योंकि वह मर्दानी ड्रिंक नहीं मानी जाती| पर रोहिणी बन कर वह हमेशा कॉकटेल आर्डर करती थी|

“यह रही आपकी ड्रिंक मैडम| एन्जॉय योर ड्रिंक!”, बारटेंडर ने ड्रिंक देते हुए रोहिणी से कहा|

“मैडम” शब्द सुनकर तो जैसे रोहिणी के कानो में शहद घुल गया| कोई भी क्रोसड्रेसर जानता है कि एक औरत के रूप में स्वीकार होने से बेहतर कोई ख़ुशी नहीं हो सकती| इसी ख़ुशी में रोहिणी ने मुस्कुरा कर बारटेंडर को १०० रुपये और टिप दी| अपनी पर्स में बचे हुए पैसे रख कर रोहिणी पर्स बंद करने लगी| इस दौरान उसके खुले बाल उसके चेहरे के सामने आ गए| अपने बालो को पीछे करना हर क्रॉसड्रेसर को अच्छा लगता है| रोहिणी को भी लगा जब वो अपने हाथो से अपने बाल पीछे करने लगी| पर जैसे ही उसने यह किया, उसके सामने एक जवान हसीन लड़की उसके सामने खड़ी थी| यह वोही थी जो रोहिणी को छुप छुप कर देख रही थी| रोहिणी को मानो डर के मारे सांप सूंघ गया| वह बस उस औरत की ओर देखती रह गयी!

“हेल्लो ब्यूटीफुल, कभी मेरे साथ डेट पर चलना चाहोगी?”, उस औरत ने बेझिझक होकर कहा|

रोहिणी कुछ बोल न सकी| दूसरी औरत रोहिणी की ओर मुस्कुरा कर देखती रही| फिर वो रोहिणी के करीब आकर उसके कान के करीब आ गयी| “तुम इस ड्रेस में बेहद खुबसूरत लग रही हो| इतनी खुबसूरत तो मैं भी कभी नहीं लगी इसे पहनकर”, निशा ने कहा|

रोहिणी निशा की ओर देख कर मुस्कुरा दी| रोहिणी के अन्दर छुपा रोहन यह सोच रहा था कि आखिर उसे निशा से प्यार है या उसकी खुबसूरत ड्रेसेज से| इसका जवाब उसके पास न था|

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That girl in a dress


यह कहानी हिंदी में पढ़े!

She walked along a dimly lit street. Tuck – tuck – tuck, her heels made a rhythmic sound as she walked. She was a tall girl, wearing a beautiful knee-length black dress. She was carrying a small silver purse, with a long sling, on her shoulders giving her a very modern look. From her looks, one could guess she was heading for a night party. She was definitely pretty, and the way her voluptuous hips swayed as she walked, it was not easy to ignore her. She seemed confident and content. And why not? She was blessed with an ample bosom, confined primly within a push-up bra creating a beautiful cleavage, which would make any woman envy but cast a magical spell on any man.

“Hey guys, look!”, a guy pointed towards the beautiful woman. He was speaking to his group of friends; they all were standing at a distance, chatting unaware of the presence of this woman. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound of shoe heels. There was not enough light but they could look at the face of this woman. She looked beautiful, although her face was partially covered with her long silky straight hair. “Wow!”, another guy exclaimed. “I never saw her here earlier. She seems to be new in the area.”, said another. Her bright red lipstick made her lips look inviting. “I wish I could go and kiss her”, almost everyone in the group thought.


Like any other normal boyfriend, Rohan was waiting for his girlfriend, sitting alone at a restaurant. Nisha had told him that she would first go back home after work, and change her outfit for their special outing. She wanted to look beautiful for their romantic evening. And Rohan didn’t mind waiting for her. Because he knew that Nisha always looked amazing whenever they met. She was a modern girl with a great taste in her clothes and her fine accessories. Be it her earrings or her nail polish, everything about her was really unique and modern. And every minute she invested in getting ready meant that she would look even more glamorous. Everytime Rohan and Nisha had met earlier, Nisha had come in a complete new look, as if she never ran out of new clothes or new ideas for a new look. And Rohan couldn’t wait to see how she would look today.

Rohan looked towards the entrance of the restaurant, and Nisha came six minutes later than their scheduled time. Six minutes: an acceptable delay in a city where the traffic can be a nightmare in the evening. He was awestruck when he looked at her. Nisha looked extremely beautiful today. And Rohan couldn’t hide his happiness when he saw her.

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Nisha soon came smiling and looking like a diva in her printed dress.

Nisha came walking and smiling towards him in her high heels. “I hope I didn’t make you wait long.”, Nisha said as she sat and removed her tiny black purse with a long silver chain from her shoulders. “No, you didn’t. But you are so worth the wait!”, Rohan said. And he wasn’t lying. Nisha was no less than any beautiful model one sees on television. Nisha blushed. But she was not a typical small town girl. She knew she was beautiful, and she knew how to carry herself confidently.

“Nisha, you are looking breath-taking today. That black dress looks great on you. And those small red flower prints on that dress perfectly suits your style.”, Rohan said to Nisha. “… and nice earrings by the way!”, Rohan continued. He really felt lucky to be dating this beauty. He was going to be the guy others envy for being with such a gorgeous damsel.

“Thanks, Rohan. But nobody in my life, ever told me that!”, said Nisha.

“What? No one complimented you before on your looks?”, asked Rohan disbelievingly.

“Oh sure, people have complimented me. My girl friends know how to compliment, but my guy friends or my previous boyfriends, could never say anything more than that I looked beautiful. They were never as specific as you. Many a times, they would not even have words to compliment me. They would not even know how my outfit on that day would be any different from any other dresses that I had worn earlier. They would just look at me dumbfounded! But you are so special. The way you notice tiny things, like my earrings. Thanks for that! It makes me feel great when someone notices and acknowledges the details.”, said Nisha. She was right because guys, in general, lack the understanding of how much effort goes into looking just right. They have no idea how challenging it could be to find the right matching accessories or shoes to go with a dress, or what colors to use for eye makeup. Dressing up as a girl is not an easy task, and sadly, men have no clue about the efforts their lady love put into doing that.

“Ha ha”, Rohan laughed listening to Nisha, “Oh Nisha! It’s so easy to compliment you. You know I can go on and on and write a poetry about how you look today.”

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Nisha blushed as Rohan complimented her on her beauty. But she was curious to hear what more Rohan had to say.

Nisha’s eyes glittered as she heard this. She bent forward on the table and came closer towards Rohan. She rested her chin over her hand and nochalantly said, “Is that so, Mr. Rohan? So, tell me what more can you say about me.” Nisha was really curious to know.

Rohan smiled. He looked at Nisha smiling and eager to hear what he has to say about her. “I like the way you have styled your hair today, simple, straight and open. It makes it look really silky and it flows very well with the contour of your face. ”

“OK, that’s way too specific! Say it in a way that makes me feel beautiful.”, Nisha made it a bit more challenging.

“Hmm… You have no idea how much tempted I am to touch your hair and face! I would like to brush my fingers through your long silky hair and touch your beautiful face with it. I wish I was as lucky as your hair, because I would be kissing you at this very moment!”

Nisha listened intently.

“I envy your dress because it gets to hug you and wrap around your sensual body. Being a snug fit, it becomes part of your body like a skin. It enhances the lovely curves of your body, which I can’t wait to touch!”, Rohan continued.

“… and Miss Nisha”, Rohan got closer to Nisha and whispered,”… you have no idea how spell bounded I feel when I look at your sexy cleavage.”

There was no denying that Nisha was a busty woman, with a sexy cleavage, and no man can ever avoid looking at. The way her dress followed the contours of her soft breast snugly, it made Nisha look like a gorgeous diva in that restaurant.

The lovely couple spent their time at the restaurant chatting, smiling, eating and looking at each other with a lot of love. Needless to say there was a heart-felt attraction between them and a burning desire to unite physically.

After their dinner, Nisha stood up, came close to Rohan and said in his ears, “Before we head to my home, why don’t you take out your phone and click a few pictures of me?” Rohan gladly obliged because he too wanted to remember this evening. He too wanted to capture the beautiful diva in his memories. They found a spot in that restaurant where Nisha could pose for Rohan. They both really seemed to enjoy every moment with each other. And it definitely bothered other couples in the restaurant, who weren’t as lively as Rohan and Nisha. Boys felt jealous of Rohan when they looked at the breath-taking beauty Nisha, and girls felt envious looking at how joyful these two looked. Soon after taking pictures, Rohan and Nisha grabbed each other’s hands and left.

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After dinner, Nisha went on to pose for pictures. She was an extremely photogenic person with her gorgeous bust.

They both were now outside Nisha’s home. Nisha opened the door. As soon as they got in, Nisha pushed Rohan into the two-seat couch, more popularly known as the love seat. Nisha made Rohan sit as she climbed over him standing on her knees around Rohan’s legs. She looked intently at his eyes, and Rohan stared at the mesmerizing beauty in front of his eyes. Nisha threw away her purse, and held Rohan’s face in her hands. And without waiting any more, she kissed him.

The wine at the restaurant had already made them feel romantic about each other, and they were ready to unite. Rohan wrapped his arms around Nisha’s back, and they both started to kiss passionately. He began to touch Nisha all over her back. He could feel the bra strap through her dress. Not surprisingly, his hands moved towards the front and started touching her soft breasts. Nisha was wearing a soft lacy bra inside. He looked at the bra as he pushed his head between the two soft and heavenly breasts. The push up bra made Nisha’s cleavage look really sexy and irresistible.

“You know you can open and remove the bra. “,  Nisha smiled suggestively.  Rohan knew that, but he wanted to spend time admiring the most beautiful girl sitting on his lap. He wanted to take his own sweet time opening her layer by layer. But Nisha was not a typical girl. She knew what she wanted, and she would have it. She wouldn’t wait for the guy to make a move. She was a modern confident woman, who would demand what she wanted as her right. She opened her bra hook and slid her bra straps through her arms. Then she slid her hand into her dress through her cleavage, and pulled out her bra. Her soft perky breasts jiggled when she did this. Her breasts were now free for Rohan to enjoy. Rohan smiled.

Nisha then got hold of Rohan’s hand and took him to her bedroom. “Let’s not waste any more time. I am ready.” She bit her lips. They both went to her bedroom where the young couple made passionate hot love. Such hotness and passion can only be seen in a new young couple with raging hormones.


What could be more romantic to a man than waking up in a bed snuggling to a warm and soft body of a delicious woman after spending the passionate night? Rohan hugged Nisha tightly to kiss her a good morning. Nisha’s dress was lying next to him. Rohan touched her dress as if to feel the sexiness of that dress once more. Nisha kissed him back, and she woke up to go towards her bathroom. She looked really sexy as she walked in a bed-sheet wrapped around her body. She gently held the sheet covering her breasts and smiled at Rohan.

Soon after, Nisha had taken her bath and was ready to go to her office. Rohan had put on his clothes as well and was ready to leave.

“Oh Rohan! Thank you for the wonderful evening. I hope you enjoyed it.”, said Nisha as she came closer to Rohan. “Of course, Nisha. Was there any doubt about that?”, said Rohan.

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Nisha was ready for her office. Her top revealed her sexy waist. Rohan couldn’t keep her eyes away from her.

“OK. So tell me how beautiful do I look in this outfit?”, Nisha asked Rohan as she sported her outfit for him. She was wearing a black netted top and a long skirt. The top exposed her waist a little bit. “I would say a bit too sexy for office. Isn’t it?”, said Rohan.

“Oh come on Rohan! A little bit of skin show is acceptable. Don’t you think?”, asked Nisha. “Of course, I agree. I wish more women would wear clothes like you in my workplace.”, replied Rohan.

“But you know what? No other woman can look half as beautiful as you do in anything that you wear.” Rohan knew what to say to a girl like Nisha. She blushed with happiness. She came close to him, hugged him and gave him a tiny kiss on his cheeks.

“By the way, I hope you remember that I will be out of town this week for official work. I won’t be back from New Delhi until next week.”, Nisha said.

“No!!! I won’t be able to see you for the whole week. This is so unfair! I can’t wait to see you again.”, said Rohan.

“Don’t be so dramatic my love. You will have something with you to remember me.”

“Yeah yeah… I will have your memories with me. But memories are not enough for me.”, Rohan complained.

Nisha laughed. “I am not talking about memories, stupid. I am talking about my clothes!”, Nisha said. “I have a whole bag to wash. I don’t know how to ask you again to wash it for me. You have done it so many times for me.”, she continued.

“Don’t worry about it, Nisha. You know I have a washing machine in my apartment, and the person who irons my clothes has his shop right outside my building. I will be happy to do that.”, said Rohan.

“Are you sure that it won’t be a trouble for you?”

“Yes, I am sure. Just make sure to add at least a few of your bras and panties in it”, Rohan teased her.

Nisha laughed and said, “Yes, I have already put those in the bag. But don’t play with those without me!”

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Nisha was really glamorous and modern in her dressing. And had an amazing confident personality.

Rohan came out of Nisha’s building carrying her clothes. He put the cloth bag in the passenger seat of his car. He looked at the bag, and took out the dress that Nisha wore last night. He held it in his hands. He felt really thrilled holding it. He looked at it and smiled. “Alright, Rohan. Tonight, you will get to wear this dress and become sexy Rohini!”, he thought to himself. The mere thought of wearing a sexy dress that was worn by some other woman, would thrill him. He couldn’t wait for his office day to get over so that he could go home and become a woman himself!


It was evening and Rohan was back home. He had laid the dress with the red flower prints, that he was going to wear tonight. He took out the matching sandals, earrings and bangles to go with the dress. He was looking at the eye makeup palette to decide which colors to use tonight. He took out his phone and checked pictures of Nisha that he took last night to see what colors she used with this dress. He was so glad that Nisha was in his life. She made it so easy for him to figure out what to wear and what kind of make up to do.  He used to wait for opportunities like this when he would bring home Nisha’s clothes to do laundry. He was really lucky that he wasn’t a very tall guy, and all of Nisha’s clothes were of appropriate size and fit for him. Now, it was time for him to become Rohini, a girl. He began applying foundation to start his transformation.

Rohini was now ready, and was patiently waiting for it to get a little dark, when she would go out to a club open for LGBT community. This was one place where she could be herself without being judged and without any fear. The only problem was she had to wait until 9 pm which is when she could go out safely up to her car and drive.

The clock struck 9. Rohini came down from her building. Her heart was racing but she tried to be calm. She could see a group of guys standing at a distance from her. She felt relaxed that those guys were far away from her car. She walked along a dimly lit street towards her car.  She didn’t want to catch any attention but tuck – tuck – tuck, her heels made a rhythmic sound as she walked. She was wearing a beautiful knee-length black dress. She was carrying a small silver purse, with a long sling, on her shoulders giving her a very modern look. From her looks, one could guess she was heading for a night party. She was definitely pretty, and the way her voluptuous hips swayed as she walked, it was not easy to avoid catching any attention.

“Hey guys, look!”, a guy pointed towards Rohini. Everyone looked towards her. She let her long open hair fall in front of her face to cover it partially. She didn’t want to be found out. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. “Wow!”, another guy exclaimed. “I never saw her here earlier. She seems to be new in the area.”, said another. Her bright red lipstick made her lips look inviting. “I wish I could go and kiss her”, one guy said. He thought he was saying it low but others could hear him. So did Rohini. That was a kind of compliment on her beauty. She suddenly felt the happiness in her heart. She quickly got into her car and left for the night club.


At the club, she was sitting adjacent to the bar. She had arrived around 5 minutes ago. The rush of going out dressed as a woman was overwhelming. She could now relax in this LGBT friendly club. So she ordered a colorful cocktail for her. While she ordered her cocktail, there was a woman at the other end of the bar who was observing Rohini from a distance. May be she was interested in Rohini. After all, it was an LGBT club.

Rohini was thinking how strange it was that she liked the cocktails better, but she could never order it as Rohan as it was considered to be unmanly. But as a woman, she could order whatever she want.

“Here is your cocktail madam. Enjoy your drink!”, said the bartender.

Hearing the word madam makes any crossdresser feel happy. There cannot be any better feeling for a crossdresser than being accepted as a woman. She smiled and gave an additional Rs. 100 to the bartender as a tip. She closed her purse as she put the remaining cash in it. Her hair fell over her face. She used her hand to push her hair back. As she did that, she noticed a young woman standing right in front of her, and smiling at Rohini. Rohini froze.

“Hey beautiful, would you like to ever go out on a date with me?”, the other woman said. She was a very straightforward person.

Rohini couldn’t say a word. The other woman continued to smile at Rohini. She came forward to whisper something into Rohini’s ears. “By the way, I think you are a gorgeous woman. You look really hot in this dress. In fact, you look way hotter than I ever looked in it.”, Nisha whispered.

Rohini looked at Nisha and smiled. In the meanwhile, Rohan, hiding inside Rohini, was thinking if he loved Nisha? or he loved her beautiful dresses more? Neither Rohan nor Rohini had a clear answer to this question.

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A night to remember


Disclaimer: This story has been contributed by the lovely Pratibha Mehra. This is based on her real life experience, and we truly believe it’s worth reading until the end. But we must give you a warning: this story may be a little bit too hot for you to handle! So pause or stop to enjoy this story. Have fun reading!

Prologue

No two humans are alike, and same is true for crossdressers. Every crossdresser has a unique taste and experiences which make them the woman they are today. And this story is about my one steamy experience.

I have been dressing up for about 5 years now. I am obsessed with sarees in general! And I am a huge fan of gujju/marwari bhabhis. I love how they drape their bodies in sarees with snug fitting blouses, and go about doing their tasks like dropping their kids to school or shopping for groceries. I don’t think they know the sexuality and sensuality their body oozes when they are going about doing these things. No wonder I love making out with such pretty women in colorful sarees. Like a bee, I love tasting juices offered by these beautiful flowers. I love to see it when they exhibit their sexuality and sensuality during love making as their bodies gyrate in freedom. But more importantly, with them, I get to learn what it means to be a woman, and that my dear friends, comes in real handy when I become a pretty woman in saree myself in a bed with another man! And this story is about one such steamy night when I became a marwari diva with a man.

Marwari and Gujju woman go about doing their daily tasks without realizing the sexuality and sensuality their body oozes when they are going about doing these things.

My Story

It all started when I found out about Planet Romeo. It’s a gay dating site, and has a lot of people there! So I uploaded a pic of mine and got a few hits here and there. One of them was Nitin Shah, he is an older gentleman of about 48-50 years of age. He stays in Borivali (Mumbai) which is a hub of gujarati traders! Also since his surname was Shah, I knew he was a gujju! Looking at his name, I had a tiny hope that he will fulfill my wish of becoming a gujju/marwari woman.

He pinged me one day saying he would like to meet up on the following weekend as his wife was out. We didn’t exchange pics as I trusted him for some reason, and he did too. So we decided to meet at 7.00 after work, I did tell him that I liked to dress up and asked him if that would be a deal breaker, as I have met plenty of gay/bi men who do not like crossdressers. He seemed pretty cool with that! He had never met a crossdresser before so even he was looking forward to experiment!

So the day arrived. I couldn’t wait till the day got over and then the clock struck 6.30. I made my way to Borivali station, we decided to meet near the foot over bridge. Also we had decided that if anyone of us found the other person not up to their expectations, we can opt out and leave. As I saw him, there he was. A bald guy with a bit of paunch and a heavy mustache, he was also wearing spectacles. He was wearing a half sleeve shirt and trouser. He definitely looked like a well-off gujju trader! I kind of liked what I saw. He laid his eyes on me and gave me a sly smile. A smile that said that meant that he liked what he saw.

At that time, I was in my jeans and t-shirt with a backpack. He came close and shook hands with me, and gave me a side hug. He held me by my waist and took a handful of my waist in his hands and said “sexy kamar hai tumhari (You have a sexy waist!)”. I felt super weird as this was the first time we were meeting, and he pinched and grabbed my waist. It happened very quickly so I couldn’t react. Also since I was still in my t shirt and jeans, it felt pretty weird. Then he said let’s take a Rickshaw to his place. I agreed and hailed a Rickshaw. He told the address and we both sat in it. We just had a bit of casual talk about work and family and stuff. We kept it minimum though, he also made sure that he put his arms around me and pushed his fingers through my hair at the back of my head. I could see he was trying to be the dominating guy between us which by all means was fine by me. I felt myself rubbing his thighs through his pants. Then I got scared, what if he kisses me in the rickshaw? I would be super embarrassed!! So then I took my hand back and folded them together. We reached his place in 15 minutes. He asked me to wait while he goes up and check out if his neighbors had their door closed and check for the maid too. I said OK and went to the nearest grocery shop, and bought a bag of lays chips while I waited for his call. He called me in about 10 minutes. And he told me to come to his apartment on the 6th floor. I was a bit apprehensive, and was thinking for a moment. He called again and said “kahaan ho bahu rani, tumhara intezaar kar raha hoon. Jaldi aao na apne sasurji ke pass.” (Where are you dear daughter-in-law, your father-in-law is eagerly waiting for you!). The moment I heard these lines, I melted and felt butterflies in my tummy. I didn’t reply and just started walking towards the building!

I took the lift and pressed the button to the 6th floor. When I reached, he opened the door still clad in his shirt and trousers. He said let’s take a bath first. I said cool as it was hot and humid. Also I wanted to smell nice and fresh for Nitin. He went in the shower first and called me in. I was super excited! I got out of my jeans and t-shirt, took of my underwear and joined him in the shower.

The moment I joined him in, he hugged me tightly! I loved being held by him too. He started rubbing my back with his big and coarse hands. I loved that feeling. Then he moved a bit lower and held me by my waist! I gasped, he then reached my button and started kneading them with his hands. I was enjoying all the attention when suddenly he put his hands on my shoulder. I knew what was to come but I didn’t know how to react then he pushed me on my knees very gently. I followed it too with a throbbing heart. When I was completely down I tried to look at his face but the water from the shower faucet was ruining my vision.

Then, right in front of me was a modest 5.5 – 6 inches of man meat. I started soaping it a bit and cleaned it thoroughly, thankfully(or not) he let me get up once the soap was washed off his manhood. Then we dried ourselves and then he asked “Kya pehnogi beti” (What will you wear dear daughter?). It felt awesome as well as a bit perverse when he called me beti! A bit about me here: I am 27yrs old, with a bit of facial hair. I do not look feminine and I don’t intend to either at least face wise. I’m not too much into make up either. I just love dressing up. I am 5.10 and 78 kgs and have some nice folds at my waist. And when I wear sarees, my nice fleshy back creates sexy folds when I wear those low cut blouses! You know what I mean, don’t you? Still you have no idea, how sexy I can look in those blouses!

Back to the story:) So when he asked me that, I felt a bit shy and told him that I would like to wear a saree! I knew that his absent wife being a gujju woman would have a wonderful collection of expensive sarees. And I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to dress up to my liking. He opened his wardrobe and there was one of the best collection of sarees that I have ever seen, right in front of me. For a moment, I was lost in the beautiful treasure that was in front of my eyes.  I felt elated because all those pretty sarees belonged to me tonight.

He asked me if I liked any of the sarees “Sasu maa” had. I blushed and nodded. There was also a huge framed picture of them both on the wall. His wife was a bit on the heavier side, fair and had beautiful eyes. I am glad for that as her blouses would fit me well.

I asked him if I could dress up in private and get ready for him. He obliged and locked the door behind him. For the next 2 minutes I just stood there in awe of the collection that was in front of me. I also checked the lower drawers and they had nighties, bras and panties. They were not fancy just the simple cotton ones but the fact they were worn by his wife made them hot and special! I could picture her getting ready and wearing all of these things one by one. I got a hard-on just thinking about it. I wondered how she might be in the bed. But no matter what, I knew that I would be a much better woman tonight! Because I know what men want!

Nitin’s wife had a wonderful collection of sarees. I myself wanted to wear a lehariya/bandhani saree that is typically worn by a gujju marwadi woman.

Then I picked up a lehariya / bandhani saree, that is typically worn by gujju marwadi women. Picked up a matching blouse that had a pretty deep back and had cups in it. The saree had a bit of embroidery on the pallu. The blouses also had latkans at the back to tie the dori (string). I picked up a white satin petticoat to wear beneath the saree! I draped the saree in the next 15 minutes. Getting the pleats right and the length of the pallu right was a bit of a task! But in the end I was happy and satisfied with the result. I had not used any pins to secure the pleats of the saree as I didn’t want any hindrance to be faced by him while he is stripping the saree off my body! I wore it a bit lower than my navel, and had my pallu bunched up at my shoulder!

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As I wore that gorgeous saree with a deep cut blouse, I already felt like a vixen. I, like a shy daughter-in-law, called him to tie the knot on the back of my sexy blouse.

I definitely looked hot, like I would fuck me kinda hot!! I was feeling like a sexy vixen draped in that saree. Just when I was getting out of the room, I saw a Kamar bandh hanging in the wardrobe. I wrapped it around my waist and gave my hips a few shakes. I loved the way it juggled on the waist. Then I called out “Nitin ji, zara meri choli ki dori kas dijiye” (Nitin ji, can you please tie a knot on the back of my blouse?). He at once came in and was astonished to see me. He was getting horny looking at me, and his hands directly went to his crotch and he started stroking his cock! I gave him a smirk and said “Rukiye na, pehle meri dori bandh dijiye” (Come on dear, can’t you wait a while? At least, tie my knot first.) I turned my back towards him as I showed my sexy deep cut blouse with sexy folds on my waist.

He went behind me and tied a knot. I could feel his hot breath on my naked back as he did that. I then asked him if he could tie a mangalsutra around my neck. He said yes, and I gave him the long mangalsutra that was in the wardrobe. It was a dream come true moment for me. I am getting horny just by writing and reminiscing that day!

I then went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and got back to the bedroom. Then he held me and said ” Bahut hua nakhra jaan, abhi bahut garam ho gaya hoon.” (Darling, enough of your flirtations. I am already too hot for you now!)  I understood what he meant and stood in front him and spread my arms while I managed my beautiful saree. He grabbed me in his loving embrace kissing my cheeks and neck, he also started biting and kissing my earlobes! Then suddenly he pushed me away, a gentle push to move me a bit. Then he took off his Kurta, the white chest hair in the yellow bedroom light looked amazing. I was going to experience becoming a woman soon!

I took the free end of my pallu and tucked it in my waist like a naughty woman. Then I squatted in front of him and looked at the throbbing cock right in front of me dripping and glistening with pre-cum. It was very difficult for me to control my self. I was ready to become the woman of this man’s dreams. I was ready to give this man the most amazing experience of his life. I knew what to do next that will rock him.  I took his cock in my hand an started gently massaging. I started off with slow loving strokes and increased my speed and a bit.

Then I slowly took the cock head and placed it on my tongue. Then wrapped the upper part of the cock with my upper lips and kept still for a few moments and looked at him in the eyes. Then I started moving my mouth on that hard cock. Oh! How I loved that moment! After sucking it for about 5 minutes, he motioned me to get up and pulled me in for a kiss. I knew he loved it! Then he signed me to turn around, and grabbed my ass. I knew what was gonna happen, then he put his hands around my waist and hugged me from behind. I could feel his cock through the satin fabric of the petticoat and saree.  The saree and the satin petticoat that came in between me and his manhood, made me go wild. It was such a sexy tease!

I loved that feeling, he started kissing on my neck and back. I made him sit at the edge of the bed and seductively picked up the rear portion of the saree then the petticoat. I felt like such a slut when I raised the back portion of the saree and stood there in his house waiting to be ravaged and loved by him. I loved it how my saree though still wrapped around my waist, easily made way for him.

Then I lowered and backed up my thick ass on his cock. It didn’t go in, but the sensation of feeling a throbbing cock near your ass hole is amazing. I just started rubbing his cock all over my naked ass. Then I let my saree and petticoat fall on his thigh and kept on grinding! He was pretty wild from this point on, he said things like “Ragdo beti, Zor se ragdo” (Rub it hard dear) and ” Pura Aurat banaunga tujhe rani” (I am going to make you a complete woman tonight my dear princess). He started grunting and moaning, I started playing along with him too by replying in hindi like a Desi bitch in heat!! Then suddenly it went all the way in.. I couldn’t believe it!! I had a man’s cock buried inside my ass and it felt amazing! He started going in deeper and I was loving it. He started calling me names and I loved it! Then I got off him and stepped away from him. He looked disappointed and called me back, I said no as I mocked him. I straightened out my saree and thankfully it had not come off completely. I went to the living room, while walking out the bedroom door I swayed my ass a little more than usual. He got up from the edge of the bed and followed me to the living room naked with his manhood dangling.

I sat on the sofa and looked at him. I told him to get his cock near my face, then I wrapped the mangalsutra on his cock and started licking it. I also looked at his face continuously while bobbing up and down on his throbbing meat. It was a sight to see, he was squeezing the front of my padded blouse and I was reacting like woman getting her breasts mauled!

So here I was,  in a man’s own living room with his manhood in my mouth and being treated like an absolute woman! He then roughly grabbed my hair and chocked my throat with his increasing hardness. I looked at his face and saw the desperation on his face to ejaculate. I didn’t want him to, not so soon. I had only started to enjoy this and didn’t want this to end it so soon. I took him out of my mouth and slapped my cheeks with the throbbing cock. Then I told him to sit on the sofa as I raised my saree and petticoat and spread my legs. Then I stood on the sofa and squatted on his cock this time facing him. His cock was again at the opening of my eager ass, and his face staring at my blouse. I can’t explain that feeling when your man is admiring you with his face so close to your chest, while you can feel his admiration hardening up below there! I felt a little bit shy and covered his face with the pallu of my saree. The saree was a bit transparent and he could still look at me. His expressions turned more aggressive behind that saree. I loved it, and gave a mischievous smile to him as I let myself go free. His cock just slid inside my aching love hole. An ‘Aah’ just escaped out of my mouth, that’s the moment I realized that I was absolutely loving this.

With the cock inside me, I was feeling like a proper woman getting a good loving from my lover. He held me by my waist grabbing my love handles and started thrusting, slowly and steadily. I just wished that this moment could go on forever. He was lovingly caressing my open back through the almost backless blouse that I was wearing. Then suddenly he grabbed my waist with one hand and the saree bunched up at my waist with his other hand and sped up his strokes. He also started moaning and grunting, this turned me on even more and I increased the pace of my squats to match his hard thrusts. The mangalsutra was still there dangling in my neck on the blouse.

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I was getting restless and seductive. And I loved it when he kissed all over my neck and the back. His fingers touch would send shivers all over my body! Tonight, I was going to change his idea about what it means to be with a hot woman.

Then he started to part my ass cheeks so that he could get further inside me. I was pleasantly surprised by how deep he was going with each thrust. I started arching my back due to the pleasure I was getting. Uff I am getting hard just by thinking about it now. He started moaning and grunting and also started calling me ” a bitch”, a woman, a filthy cock sucking whore, and a lot more things. I didn’t mind it at all as I loved a bit of dirtiness and kinkiness too. I was also asking him to fuck me and use me like his whore. Things were too hot now, so I took his head and placed it between my ‘breasts’ on my chest. I hugged him tight and started moving vigorously on his cock while he increased his thrusts to fuck me. I could feel him building up a huge orgasm and I didn’t want him to waste it by cuming in my ass. So I asked him if he was on the verge of cuming, he nodded yes. He continued penetrating my love hole. The room was filled with an aroma of sex and moans of the two of us lovers in a heat. Then he said ‘baby main jhadne wala hoon‘ (Baby I am about to cum). I said him to stop and got off his cock and lap at once and kneeled down in front of his cock, I also took my pallu and put it on my head like a bahu would in front of her elders. I was ready for my final moment. What happened next? I am a little shy to write all that. But I can tell you this: I became a fully satisfied woman as he experienced the most intense moment of his life. Now, he knew that no normal woman can ever fulfill his desires the way I did. I became that “special” woman of his desire.

He kissed me on my lips. Satisfied and spent he laid there on the sofa, while I started getting up from the floor taking care of my saree, to get ready and leave as it was already late. He stopped me and offered to stroke me and please me. Afterall, my excitement, my hardness was really bulging out in that saree. The feeling of satin petticoat on it, kept it hard all the time. But I replied “I am your bahu now and I m there to only take care of you, and you don’t have to worry about me”. Then I got up and went to the bedroom to change. I walked like a seductress to tease him once more. He kept looking at me as I walked away from him. I knew that he would always remember that walk of the seductress in that gorgeous saree. And no other woman but me, would ever be able to walk in that saree for him the way I did.

Slowly, I got out of the saree and slid out of the blouse. I folded the saree blouse and the petticoat and neatly placed it in the wardrobe the way it was before. Of course, now that saree had the hot memories of me making that man wild. I again looked at his wife’s picture, smiling adoringly at the camera. I smiled looking at her. I stroked myself just thinking about her and how I managed to get her husband to love me in spite of her being so beautiful! I was proud of myself for that. Then I gave a kiss on Nitin’s cheek and we said goodbyes until we meet again, and we definitely met again. Like lots of times!! That’s to be continued in the later parts.

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