Sonia (Part IV)
Sonia continues:On the journey back from Baroda, Anil had once again reserved a coupe in the Rajdhani Express. We were still enjoying memories of the company we had of each other, on exclusive basis, for the last two days and nights. After we had settled in the compartment, we got talking about our lives. I told Anil about the hassle-free college life I had led and how my friends had all got married. One of my friends had settled in Dubai and recently had a daughter, another one was settled in Surat, which, Anil told me was just a two to three hour road journey from Baroda.
I also told him about the carefree way we used to gallivant around the town during those college days. Anil, out of the blue asked me if we used to go around with boys. I told him no, though, I did have my puppy-love crushes. However, one of my friends, whose name was Madhu, did have a boyfriend, Subodh, whose father owned a photographic studio-cum-shop. Subodh was also studying in one of the boys’ colleges, and was a good photographer, having learnt it from his father. Normally, whenever we used to go on picnics, Subodh used to bring his camera along and capture us frolicking in gardens on film. In fact the first time I saw actual love-making (chudaai) was when Madhu and Subodh did it.
Anil was immediately interested and asked me to relate the incident. I started telling him how we went to a picnic, and had two cars in which we travelling. We were five girls and two boys, including Subodh and Madhu.
"As twilight approached, we decided to wind up the picnic and head home. Since the other boy who had brought the car was going in the same direction as three of the girls, they all went off in the other car. Madhu and I piled into Subodh’s car and we headed back. On the way, Madhu started insisting that Subodh should get the prints of the photos he had taken at the picnic, right away. Subodh protested that his father’s photographic shop would close before we could reach it, but, Madhu, who was sitting in the front, with Subodh, pouted and said in her most seductive voice "Subbu sweetheart, meri itni chhoti si request nahin maan sakte kya?" and put her slim hand on Subodh’s thigh. Subodh was so charmed (or maybe turned-on by the possibilities) that he replied "Try karta hoon".
He drove to his house first and picked up the keys of the shop. When we reached the shop, it was quite dark and most other shops were closed. He unlocked the shutter, pushed it up, opened the door and ushered us in. He then lowered the shutter again, so that any inquisitive person would think that the shop was closed. He asked Madhu and me to sit in the counter area of the shop, while he went inside to the darkroom to develop and fix the reels. The shop was constructed in a manner that there was a counter area where the customers were handled, behind which there was a Studio for photography and from the studio-room there was a door leading to the darkroom, which was at the back. Subodh came out and said "Maine developer aur fixer ko garam karne ke liye switch on kar diya hai. Garam hone ke baad mein machine ko on kar ke jab tak print nikaalta hoon, tab tak tum dono sahelian yahan gappein maaro". He went back to the darkroom.
Madhu and I started talking about the picnic and how we all enjoyed ourselves. There were plenty of photographs lying around, some in albums and some loose. Being curious, we started seeing all of them. There were all types of photographs - portraits, sceneries, family get-togethers, weddings, etc. We got absorbed in them, making jokes about some of them, enjoying ourselves and passing remarks about the persons photographed. However, over 30 minutes passed and Subodh did not reappear, so Madhu decided to go to the darkroom and asked me to wait for her saying "Main abhi aati hoon. Tum photo albums dekho". I decided to wait for them, but, my curiosity could not contain itself and I sidled upto the curtain at the Studio entrance to hear what was going on. Since Madhu had earlier been acting quite frisky with Subodh, both at the picnic, as well as in the car, I suspected that she had gone in for more than just finding out how long it will take.
Subodh heard the door to the college darkroom open behind him, and a stream of light came pouring into the room, from the Studio. "Close the door, dammit!" he yelled, trying to shield his developing film from the light. "You’re going to ruin the film!"
"Sorry," Madhu cried, and the door slammed shut. Subodh whirled around, ready to yell again, and saw Madhu.
"It’s okay," Subodh said. Madhu was far too beautiful to yell at. She stepped forward into the red light, bringing a whisper of her perfume - musk and oranges - wafting to his nose. The light reflected off her shiny black hair, hanging in a long braid down her back. Her face was heart-shaped, her eyes were wide and brown, and her lips pouted prettily at him. Subodh swallowed.
I sidled upto the door and saw a small inset through which the darkroom insides were visible, bathed in red light.
"Hi Sweetheart, hamein chhor kar kya kar rahe ho," Madhu said. She stepped forward again, until her body was almost pressing against his. Subodh could see down the front of her kameez to the shadow between her pert breasts. His cock rose to attention, pressing lightly against Madhu’s stomach. She spread her hands across his chest, stroking her fingers across his nipples. Standing on tip-toe, she lifted her head and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "Main dekhna chahti hoon ki kya tum bas batein hi karte ho ya aur bhi kisi cheez ka gyan hai. Jaise ki pyar karne ka."
Subodh couldn’t believe his luck, but was wary since he knew I was waiting outside, and he mentioned it to Madhu. Madhu, by this time was quite aroused and in a languid tone told him "Sonia to bahar album dekhne mein busy hai. Phikar na karo, woh andar nahin aayegi. Is liye bhi, kyonki tumne abhi warning di hai ki light andar aane se film kharaab ho sakti hai."
His hands were still in the developing solution, and he watched, helpless, as Madhu took hold of the bottom of her kameez and let it slip over her shoulders, exposing her beautiful, petite breasts, with nipples like chocolate toffees. His cock was pounding against his zipper, and he gaped as Madhu knelt and unzipped his pants. He groaned her name as she kissed the length of his shaft and licked his balls, and then expertly took him deep into her mouth.
Subodh fumbled to finish the film as Madhu sucked his cock. The motion of her slim hands and pretty lips bobbing up and down his tool was driving him to distraction. His hands were covered with the film chemicals, and he couldn’t touch her. He threw the film aside and tried his best to fuck her mouth without holding onto her head. Madhu relaxed her jaw and let Subodh drill her mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of her mouth. Subodh gripped the edge of the table and groaned as he came. Madhu released his cock, letting his hot sperm shoot onto her lips and face. As his white fluid dripped down her perfect little features, she stuck out her pink tongue and licked it all off. Subodh panted at the sight. Even I was flushed seeing Subodh’s cock, which was the first one I had seen at such close quarters. It was slightly smaller and less wider than yours, Anil. I gave my pussy a quick rub. It was already wet and I was dripping into my panties. But, I saw a movement inside the darkroom, so I quickly and silently returned to the counter area outside the studio room, keeping the curtain closed, with just a chink open for me to see what was going on.
"I have to wash my hands," Subodh said clumsily, and hurried over to the sink, his cock hanging out of his pants, still half-erect. Madhu too wiped off Subodh’s creamy sperm off her face and breasts. When he turned around again, Madhu was walking out of the darkroom into the photography studio. He followed quickly.
"Will you take some pictures of me?" Madhu flirted, rubbing her nipples lightly with her fingers, making them stick out through the kameez invitingly.
Subodh looked around and grabbed a camera off a nearby stool. He began shooting immediately, watching Madhu through the viewfinder. She cupped her breasts and licked her lips. Subodh’s cock sprang to full attention. Madhu put her hands under the waist-band of her salwaar, drew out the string, undid the knot, by pulling one end, slowly and teasingly. She then coyly bent over and stripped off her salwaar. Subodh took pictures of her only in her little white panties, her bush glowing darkly through the thin fabric.
As she turned away from him, and bent over to strip off her panties, Subodh ran out of film. He replaced the film frantically, and began shooting again in time to see her spread her legs wide and look at him from between her knees. Her pussy lips were small, but engorged and pink and wet. Her asshole winked at him as she spread her ass-cheeks and he took picture after picture. Subodh was very excited and Madhu could not help noticing his cock twitching in anticipation.
Madhu sat on a stool and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy lips with her finger, pushing aside her silky black cunt hair to expose her hard pink clit. She rolled it between her fingers as she leaned her head back and moaned. Subodh could see that the inside of her thighs were shiny with her juices.
The camera fell to his side as Subodh stared at Madhu, transfixed as she began finger-fucking herself, her fingers spreading out delicately as she filled her cunt and her pussy cream dripped down her hands. He stroked his cock as he watched her come, her thumb flicking frantically over her stiff clit.
Unable to control himself anymore, Subodh put down the camera and walked over to Madhu. She turned around, placing her hands on the stool and wiggling her ass invitingly at him. With one hard stroke, he buried himself deep inside her tight choot, her juices flowing down his aching cock. He pounded into Madhu’s cunt, his balls smacking her wet clit, each thrust lifting her toes off the ground as she squealed and moaned in ecstasy "Aaaaaahhhhh! Ooooooohhhh! Haan aur jor se. Apna lund meri choot mein aur ghusero. Aaaahhhh Subodh. Nehla do pyare lund ko meri choot ke juice mein. Aur jor se." She seemed to be oblivious of my presence and that I could hear everything.
Madhu’s tight cunt squeezed his cock as she came, and Subodh felt his balls contract, his cock throb as he released his hot load into her waiting slit. He thrust until he stopped spurting, cum dripping down his shaft onto his pants. Madhu turned around and stuck her fingers in her cunt, pulling out a handful of his cum and then licking her fingers clean. She dropped to her knees and licked his cock clean.
Suddenly we heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside the shop, with a lathi being banged around. Madhu grabbed her clothes and ran into the darkroom laughing, and started wearing her clothes.
"Chowkidar," a voice called from outside the shutter. "Sahab, sab kucch theek-thaak hai na?"
"Haan," Subodh called. "Koyi urgent kaam tha, woh kar raha hoon." Apparently the Chowkidar recognised Subodh’s voice and went away.
Madhu slipped on her clothes. "Let’s develop these pictures too," she said to Subodh. "I want to see how they came out."
Subodh said "Maine reel camera se nikal li hai. Sonia bahar hai, is liye, main phir kabhi aake inko bhi develop kar loonga, aur tumhe dikhaoonga. Par abhi nahin."
Madhu told him to give the reel to her for safe-keeping and they agreed on coming again the next evening after the shop closed, to develop and print the reel Subodh had shot in the studio. Madhu apparently wanted to see herself in those photos and then destroy both the reel and the photographs, just in case they fell in wrong hands.
They came out of the darkroom to the counter area and showed me the picnic photographs. The photos were superb and I chose the ones I wanted prints of. Madhu told me that she will bring the copies to college the day after. When we were back in the car, while Subodh was locking-up, Madhu whispered to me "Achha live show dekha? Main to kal ka bhi program bana ke aayi hoon. Tu bhi karegi kya?" I flatly said no, but reassured her that her secret was safe with me.
I was quite turned on by the memories which I had just related to Anil, and we once again, made wild passionate love on the train, till both of us fell asleep in each others’ arms. As all good things in life end, this too ended the next day when we reached home. Adjusting to the normal home routine was very difficult, since I started missing Anil the moment we parted. In fact each and every thing that we had used or purchased in Baroda, was a constant reminder of his love for me and I wanted to rush back to his arms. It was more like an unbearable pain in the heart.
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