Blouse Ki Private Fitting: Young Darzi Sameer Aur Priya Bhabhi Ki Garmi Bhari Chudai
Priya Sharma, 28 saal ki, apne 2BHK rented flat mein akeli baithi thi. Subah ka 10 baje ka time tha. Rohan, uska pati, office chala gaya tha – jaise har din jaata tha. 32 saal ka average sa aadmi, banking job, decent salary lekin kabhi-kabhi late nights aur weekend meetings. Priya ghar par hi rehti thi, part-time online classes leti thi lekin zyadatar time ghar sambhalti thi. Aaj usne ek simple cotton salwar kameez pehna tha – light pink, dupatta shoulders par loosely rakha hua. Blouse ki fitting ke liye tailor aane wala tha. Kal hi usne society ke WhatsApp group mein poocha tha – “Koi achha darzi hai kya jo ghar par blouse measure kar sake?” Aur ek number mila tha – Sameer, 24 saal ka ladka, nayi hi dukaan kholi thi area mein.
Priya ne socha tha, “Bas blouse aur suit ki measurement, 10 minute ka kaam. Phir main lunch banaungi aur thoda Netflix dekhungi.” Lekin andar se kuch alag feel ho raha tha. Kal raat Rohan ne uske saath sex kiya tha – jaldi-jaldi, 5 minute mein khatam. Priya ko poora satisfaction nahi mila tha. Usne apne aap ko touch kiya tha bathroom mein, lekin guilt bhi tha. “Main kya kar rahi hoon? Married hoon main.” Aaj subah mirror ke saamne khadi hokar usne apne body ko dekha – 34C breasts, slim waist, thodi si curvy hips, fair skin. Salwar kameez mein bhi uska figure bahut achha dikhta tha.
Door bell baji. Priya ne darwaza khola. Saamne Sameer khada tha – tall, muscular, white t-shirt aur jeans mein. Uske haath mein measuring tape aur ek chhota bag. Chehra clean shaven, aankhein sharp. “Namaste bhabhi, main Sameer hoon. Aapne call kiya tha blouse aur suit ke liye?”
Priya ne muskurate hue andar bulaya. “Haan, andar aao. Living room mein baitho.” Usne usko sofa par bithaaya aur paani diya. Sameer ne paani peete hue uski taraf dekha – sirf ek second ke liye, lekin Priya ko mehsoos hua. “Bhabhi, aapko kis type ka blouse chahiye? Party wear, regular, ya kuch deep neck?”
Priya ne blush kiya. “Regular hi, lekin thoda stylish. Deep neck nahi… bas fitting achhi ho.” Sameer ne notebook nikala aur measurements note karne laga. “Theek hai. Aap blouse utaar ke aa jao, main tape se measure kar lunga.”
Priya ke dil mein ek chhoti si hichki hui. “Yahan? Living room mein?” Sameer ne muskuraya. “Bhabhi, privacy ke liye main curtain laga deta hoon. Aap comfortable ho jao. Professional kaam hai.”
Priya bedroom mein gayi, apna pink kameez utaara. Sirf white bra aur salwar pehen ke wapas aayi. Dupatta se chest cover kiya tha. Sameer ne curtain laga diya tha drawing room ke ek corner mein. Priya wahan khadi ho gayi. Sameer ne measuring tape nikala. “Bhabhi, arms up karo.”
Usne tape se uske bust measure kiya – tape breasts ke upar se guzra, thoda tight. Priya ki saans tez ho gayi. Sameer ki ungliyaan uski skin ko touch kar rahi thi. “34… 36… haan, perfect.” Phir waist – tape ne uske navel ke paas se laga. Priya ko current sa laga. “Bhabhi, aap bahut achhi figure rakhti ho. Suit mein bahut sundar lagegi.”
Priya ne sharma ke kaha, “Bas measurement karo na.” Lekin uski awaaz mein thodi si softness thi. Sameer ne hips measure kiye – tape uske gaand ke upar se tight kiya. Uske haath thode der tak wahan the. “Bhabhi, yahan thoda loose rakhna chahiye kya? Ya tight fitting?”
Priya ke mann mein thoughts ghum rahe the. “Yeh ladka professional hai… lekin touch kitna… different lag raha hai. Rohan kabhi itna detail nahi deta.” Guilt aaya – “Main kya soch rahi hoon? Patidev hai mera.” Lekin body react kar rahi thi. Nipples bra ke andar hard ho gaye the.
Sameer ne notebook mein note kiya aur bola, “Ab blouse ki back measurement. Blouse utaar do, main bra ke upar se hi kar lunga.” Priya hesitated. “Bra…?” Sameer ne calmly kaha, “Bhabhi, accurate fitting ke liye. Main darzi hoon, roz aise hi kaam karta hoon. Aap tension mat lo.”
Priya ne peeth ghuma li aur bra ka hook khola. Bra ko aage se pakad ke rakha. Sameer ne tape back se laga – uski ungliyaan Priya ki smooth peeth par phiri. “Back 14 inch… shoulder 15…” Har touch mein ek alag current. Priya ki saans phool rahi thi. “Sameer… jaldi karo.”
Sameer ne dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi, aapki skin bahut soft hai. Aise figure wali ladies ko main special attention deta hoon.” Usne tape ko thoda neeche slide kiya, almost bra ke edge tak. Priya ko mehsoos hua ki uski ungliyan ab bra ke andar thoda touch kar rahi hain. “Arre… yeh kya?”
Lekin woh kuch nahi boli. Guilt aur excitement dono saath mein. Sameer ne tape side se laga aur bola, “Bhabhi, front measurement dobara confirm kar loon?” Priya ne mana nahi kiya. Sameer ne aage aakar tape ko uske breasts ke neeche se laga – ab bra ko thoda side kiya usne. Priya ki nipples almost exposed. “Bhabhi, yahan se tight hai na? Aapko comfortable lagega?”
Priya ki awaaz mein kampan thi. “Haan… lekin… thoda… careful.” Sameer ki aankhein uske cleavage par the. Usne muskuraya. “Bhabhi, aap itni beautiful ho, main control nahi kar paa raha hoon. Aapki body… jaise design hi banayi gayi ho.”
Priya ne apne aap ko rokne ki koshish ki. “Sameer, yeh galat hai. Main married hoon.” Lekin uski body bol rahi thi kuch aur. Sameer ne tape side rakha aur dheere se uske shoulder par haath rakha. “Bhabhi, main jaanta hoon. Lekin ek baar feel toh karo… kitna different hai yeh touch.”
Usne Priya ko mirror ki taraf ghuma diya. Priya ne dekha – bra almost nikalne wali thi, nipples hard, cheeks red. Sameer peeche khada tha, uska body uske close. Priya ko uske jeans mein kuch hard mehsoos hua – uska lund. “Oh god…” Priya ne mann mein socha.
Sameer ne uske kaan mein dheere se kaha, “Bhabhi, aapko bhi pasand aa raha hai na? Dekho, aapki nipples kitne tight ho gaye hain.” Usne ek ungli se bra ke upar se nipple ko touch kiya. Priya saans rok gayi. “Sameer… please… mat karo…”
Lekin usne haath nahi hataya. “Bhabhi, Rohan sir ko bataogi kya? Ya yeh hamara secret rahega?” Priya ke dil mein guilt ka toofan tha. “Mera pati… woh toh… lekin yeh ladka…” Sameer ne uske gaand par haath rakha aur dheere se squeeze kiya. “Bhabhi, aapki gaand kitni tight hai. Suit mein yeh bahut sexy lagegi.”
Priya ne try kiya door jaane ka, lekin Sameer ne usko pakad liya. “Ek minute aur, bhabhi. Main abhi blouse ka sample dikhaata hoon.” Usne bag se ek ready blouse nikala – deep neck, backless almost. “Yeh try karo. Main help karunga.”
Priya ne bedroom ki taraf dekha, lekin Sameer ne usko wahi rok liya. Usne bra ko poora nikaal diya. Priya ab sirf salwar pehen ke khadi thi, breasts free. “Sameer… yeh… bahut galat hai.” Lekin uski awaaz mein lust tha ab.
Sameer ne blouse ko uske upar slide kiya. Uske haath breasts ko cup karte hue. “Bhabhi, dekho kitna perfect fit hai.” Usne hooks lagaye, lekin dheere dheere. Har hook ke saath uski ungliyaan nipples ko brush kar rahi thi. Priya moan karne lagi – “Ahhh… Sameer…”
Yeh buildup 2 ghante tak chala. Sameer ne baat baat mein touch kiya – kabhi waist, kabhi hips, kabhi neck. Priya ne coffee banayi dono ke liye, baatein ki – uski life, Rohan ki busy schedule, uski unsatisfied nights. Sameer ne sunte hue usko tease kiya. “Bhabhi, aap jaise hot aurat ko aisa pati nahi chahiye. Main toh roz aata rehta.”
Priya ne guilt feel kiya, lekin har baar usne socha “sirf ek baar feel kar loon.” Sameer ne usko sofa par bithaaya, measurements dobara “confirm” karne ke bahane. Ab woh openly uske breasts ko touch kar raha tha. “Bhabhi, yeh nipples kitne sensitive hain. Rohan sir inko itna pyar dete hain kya?”
Priya ne aankhein band ki. “Nahi… woh jaldi khatam kar deta hai.” Sameer ne hasa. “Toh aaj main poora time dunga.”
Gradually, teasing badhi. Sameer ne usko kiss kiya neck par. Priya ne resist kiya pehle – “Mera pati ghar aayega…” Lekin Sameer ne bola, “Sir 8 baje aate hain na? Abhi 1 baje hain. Plenty time.” Priya ke mann mein lust jeet gaya. Usne Sameer ko kiss kar diya.
Phir explosion hua.
Sameer ne Priya ko sofa par litaya. Salwar ki naada khol diya. “Bhabhi, ab teri chut dekhne ka time aa gaya.” Priya ne sharma ke kaha, “Sameer… mat bolo aise…” Lekin uski chut already wet thi. Sameer ne salwar aur panty neeche kheench li. Priya ki clean shaved pussy saamne thi – pink, swollen.
Sameer ne apna t-shirt utaara. Muscular chest, abs. Phir jeans kholi – uska lund bahar nikla. 7 inch lamba, mota, veiny. Priya ki aankhein phail gayi. “Ohh… itna bada… Rohan ka toh chhota hai.”
Sameer ne hasa aur lund ko uske muh ke paas kiya. “Chus le bhabhi. Pehle muh mein le.” Priya ne hesitate kiya, lekin lust ne jeet liya. Usne muh khola aur lund ko chusa. “Mmm… Sameer… kitna tasty…” Sameer ne uske baal pakad ke deep throat diya. “Haan bhabhi, poora le le. Teri muh ki chut bahut tight hai.”
5 minute tak blowjob chala. Priya ki aankhon mein aansu aur lust. Sameer ne usko uthaya aur bedroom mein le gaya. Priya ka bed – jahan Rohan sota tha. Sameer ne usko bed par patak diya. “Ab teri chut faadta hoon main.”
Usne Priya ki taange failayi aur lund ko chut par ragda. “Bhabhi, bol – ‘Sameer, meri chut ko pel do’.” Priya ne sharmate hue bola, “Sameer… meri chut ko pel do… please.”
Sameer ne ek hi jhatke mein poora lund ghusa diya. “Aaaahhh! Faad diya re!” Priya chillayi. Sameer ne zor zor se thokna shuru kiya. “Haan bhabhi, teri chut bahut tight hai. Rohan ka chhota lund kabhi aisa nahi pel paya hoga.” Har thrust mein bed hil raha tha.
Priya ne legs uske kamar par lapet liye. “Haan Sameer… aur zor se… thok mujhe… meri chut faad de!” Sameer ne spanking shuru ki – gaand par red marks. “Teri gaand bhi maarunga aaj.” Usne usko doggy style mein ghuma diya aur peeche se pelna shuru kiya. “Dekh bhabhi, teri gaand kitni badi hai. Main isko bhar dunga aaj.”
Pounding 15 minute tak chali. Priya squirted pehli baar – “Aaahhh… nikal gaya… Sameer… main aa rahi hoon!” Sameer ne ruk nahi kiya. Usne usko missionary mein liya aur choking kiya – haath gale par. “Bol bhabhi, Rohan se behtar hoon na main?” Priya ne saans chhoti hote hue kaha, “Haan… tu behtar hai… tu mera asli mard hai aaj.”
Sameer ne creampie diya – “Le bhabhi, mera maal teri chut mein bhar raha hai. Pregnant ban jaa.” Priya ne orgasm liya aur uske saath milk liya.
Lekin yeh sirf shuruaat thi. Sameer ne 10 minute rest liya, phir usko kitchen mein le gaya. Counter par bithaaya aur wahan se chodna shuru kiya. “Bhabhi, yahan khana banati hai na? Aaj main tujhe yahan hi chodunga.” Priya ne moan kiya – “Haan… pel… thok… faad de mujhe.”
Doosra round 20 minute ka – multiple positions. Sameer ne usko wall par chadhaya, standing fuck. Priya ki taange uske kamar par. “Sameer… kitna stamina hai tera… Rohan toh ek baar mein thak jaata hai.”
Teesra round living room mein – sofa par reverse cowgirl. Priya khud upar neeche ho rahi thi. “Mera lund teri chut ko bhar raha hai na? Bol – ‘Sameer ka lund meri chut ka raja hai’.” Priya ne chillate hue kaha, “Sameer ka lund meri chut ka raja hai… chod mujhe roz… main teri randi ban jaungi.”
Char round tak chala – har baar fresh dirty talk. “Teri chut ko ghused ke bhar dunga… teri gaand bhi faadunga agle time.” Priya ne 4 baar orgasm liye, squirting har baar. Sameer ne 3 creampies diye – ek chut mein, ek muh mein, ek breasts par.
Shaam 6 baje tak. Priya thak gayi thi lekin satisfied. Sameer ne usko kiss kiya aur bola, “Bhabhi, blouse ready hai 2 din mein. Aur agar fitting chahiye toh call karna… main roz aaunga.”
Priya ne usko gale lagaya. “Sameer… yeh hamara secret rahega. Lekin… agli baar suit ki bhi fitting karna.” Uske mann mein guilt thi – “Maine pati ko dhokha diya.” Lekin body bol rahi thi – “Yeh maza hi alag hai.”
Rohan ghar aaya toh Priya ne normal behave kiya. Lekin andar se soch rahi thi – “Kal phir se tailor aayega kya?” Usne WhatsApp par Sameer ko message kiya – “Blouse perfect hai… agle week suit ki measurement bhi kar lena 😉”
Aur yeh sirf shuruaat thi unki secret chudai ki. Priya ab har din wait karti thi uske touch ki… uske lund ki… uske raw passion ki.