In the heart of New Delhi, a scorching hot afternoon was giving way to a pleasant evening. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of jasmine and spices, and the streets were alive with the sounds of honking cars and bustling people. In a small, yet luxurious apartment, a man named Ravi was getting ready for a relaxing evening after a long day at work.
As he poured himself a glass of his favorite single malt whiskey, he heard a soft knock on his door. He opened it to find a woman standing in front of him. She was an Indian beauty, with thick, black hair that cascaded down her shoulders and a curvaceous figure that would make any man’s heart race.
“Hi, I’m Neha,” she introduced herself with a sultry voice, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I just moved into the apartment next door, and I thought I’d come over and introduce myself.”
Ravi’s heart skipped a beat as he took in her beauty. She was dressed in a traditional Indian saree, but the way she wore it left little to the imagination. He could see the outline of her ample breasts and the curve of her hips, and he felt a stirring in his pants.
“Nice to meet you, Neha,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”
She nodded, a playful smile on her lips. As she walked past him, he couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass, encased in a tight, silk saree. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and he quickly poured himself another glass of whiskey to hide his arousal.
They made small talk as they sipped their drinks, but Ravi could barely focus on what she was saying. His mind was consumed by thoughts of Neha’s body, and he could feel himself getting harder by the second.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He put down his glass and turned to face Neha. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he could see the curiosity in her eyes.
“Neha,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I want you.”
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, standing up and walking towards him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. He could taste the sweetness of her lips and the warmth of her breath, and he felt himself getting lost in the moment.
He ran his hands over her body, feeling the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. She moaned as he squeezed her ass, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest, and he knew she was as turned on as he was.
He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her collarbone. She arched her back, giving him better access, and he took advantage of it, his hands roaming over her body.
He reached down and began to caress her pussy through her saree, feeling the warmth and wetness of her through the fabric. She moaned louder, grinding her hips against his hand.
He pulled her saree aside, revealing her bare, shaved pussy. He couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tasted sweet and musky, and he couldn’t get enough.
As he licked and sucked on her clit, she moaned and writhed in pleasure, her fingers tangled in his hair. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls contract around him. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of her as he continued to lick and suck on her clit.
She was moaning louder now, her hips bucking against his face. He could feel her getting close, and he quickened his pace. She let out a loud moan as she came, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He stood up, his face glistening with her juices. She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed her, sharing her taste with her.
She reached down and began to stroke his cock through his pants, feeling its hardness. He groaned, his hips thrusting against her hand. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it gently.
He moaned as she wrapped her lips around his cock, taking it deep into her mouth. She sucked and licked him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He felt himself getting close, and he grabbed her head, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.
She moaned, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He came hard, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.
They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies entwined. He looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude and desire.
“Thank you, Neha,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.
“No, thank you, Ravi,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”
They spent the rest of the evening exploring each other’s bodies, their moans and sighs filling the room. It was a night of passion and pleasure, one that they would never forget.
