Feminine

The Door

Main bedroom mein khada tha, almari ka full-length mirror mere saamne. Darwaza lock kiya hua tha, ghar mein mom-dad neeche TV dekh rahe the, unko bilkul pata nahi ki unka beta andar kya kar raha hai. Pink lace wali bra haath mein pakdi thi, peeche haath ghuma ke hook lagane ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Arre saali, ye hook kyun nahi lag raha be? Har baar yahi drama!" main khud se hi bak-bak kiya, saans rok ke pet andar kheenchte hue ek aur try maara. Teesra hook finally click hua, lekin itni zor se ki bra ke straps ne kandhe pe kat liya. "Aah... fuck, kitna tight ho gaya yaar, jaise meri choochiyan sach mein bhar gayi hon." Haste hue bola, kyunki mirror mein dekh raha tha ki mera flat chest ab thoda sa rounded lag raha tha padding ki wajah se.

Agla number tha black shapewear ka. Wo high-waist wala jo poori kamar se leke thighs tak chipak jata hai. Paav andar daale, upar kheenchte hue pet ko andar dabaya. "Uff... ye to meri gaand ko itna shape de raha hai na, jaise koi randi taiyaar ho rahi ho." Shapewear ne meri waist ko nipat diya, hips ko thoda flare diya - bilkul ghantaakar figure ban gaya.

Fir black blouse. Sleeveless wala, deep neck. Buttons aage se band kiye, har button band hone pe mirror mein apne cleavage jaise ban rahe curve dekh raha tha. "Bhai, ye blouse pehen ke to main khud ko chodne ka mann kar raha hai."

Ab main event - black saree. Silky georgette wali, bilkul shiny. Petticoat pehne hue tha pehle se hi. Saree ka ek end kamar mein tuck kiya, tightly lapetna shuru kiya. Har round mein kamar ko aur dabata gaya, hips pe fabric chipak gaya. "Yaar, ye silk meri skin pe itna slide kar rahi hai... jaise koi haath fer raha ho." Lapet te lapet te saans phool rahi thi excitement se.

Finally pallu kandhe pe daala. Ab pleats banane ka time. Mirror ke saamne khada hoke saree ka front part uthaya, ek ek karke neat pleats banaye - 7-8 pleats, perfectly equal. Tuck kiye navel ke neeche, thoda low-waist style mein, taaki midriff dikhe.

Pura kaam ho gaya. Mirror mein peeche mud ke apni gaand dekhi - saree ne usko itna round aur juicy bana diya tha ki main khud hi shock ho gaya. "Madarchod... ye meri hi gaand hai kya? Itni badi aur tight lag rahi hai, koi bhi dekh le to pakad ke thok de." Aage mud ke pallu side kiya, blouse mein se thoda sa cleavage dikh raha tha, navel deep aur sexy.

Andar ki saari femininity jaise tsunami ban ke bahar aa rahi thi. Dil zor zor se dhadak raha tha, lund already khada ho chuka tha saree ke andar. Phone uthaya, front camera on kiya. Pehle ek normal pose - pallu theek karte hue. Fir thoda bold - ek haath kamar pe, gaand thodi peeche ki. Selfie click kiya. "Fuck baby, tu to poori ki poori item bomb lag rahi hai aaj," khud se bola camera mein dekh ke.

Ek aur selfie - mirror mein peeche mud ke, saree thodi upar utha ke calves aur thoda thighs dikhate hue. "Bas thodi der aur... agar koi hot ladka hota yahan to abhi pel deta mujhe." Ye sab chupke chupke, dil mein darr bhi tha ki kahin mom na aa jaye, lekin excitement itna tha ki ruk nahi pa raha tha.

Mirror mein apne aap ko upar se neeche tak dekha, ek baar pallu giraya kandhe se taaki blouse poora dikhe, fir wapas theek kiya. "Jitin nahi... aaj tu Jita hai, poori ki poori tharki Jita." Dil mein ye baat boli aur ek last flying kiss di apne reflection ko.

Yaar, mirror mein khud ko niharte hue dil kar raha tha ki poora din aise hi rahun, lekin neeche se mom ki awaaz aayi, "Jitin! Beta, lunch ready hai, jaldi aa ja!"

Fuck! Dil ki dhadkan tez ho gayi. Jaldi se pallu neeche giraya, pleats khole, saree ka poora lapeta kholte hue silk meri thighs pe slide kar rahi thi, lund abhi bhi semi-hard tha. "Arre saali, abhi to maza aa raha tha," khud se gun-gunaya. Saree utari, blouse khola, bra ka hook peeche se kholte hue mirror mein ek last glimpse liya - "Bye baby, kal milte hain."

Sab kuch fold karke almari ke secret corner mein set kar diya, normal T-shirt aur shorts pehne, baal theek kiye aur neeche daud ke chala gaya. Mom kitchen mein thi, dad already table pe baithe the.