The full moon cast a soft glow on the balcony, illuminating the curvaceous figure of Meera, an Indian woman with raven black hair. She stood there, nude, her back facing the open French doors that led to her bedroom. Her heart raced with excitement, her breathing shallow as she took in the cool night air.
Kamal, a longtime friend and secret admirer, stood in the doorway, watching her. His eyes traced her dark hair cascading down her back, the curve of her waist and the roundness of her hips. He had always found her exotic beauty intoxicating, but tonight, something was different. Meera seemed to radiate an energy that called to him, beckoning him closer.
Taking a deep breath, Kamal stepped out onto the balcony. Meera didn’t turn around. Instead, she remained still, her gaze fixed on the night sky. Kamal approached her slowly, drawn in by her serene presence. When he reached her, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling her shiver under his touch.
She turned around to face him, her eyes wide and full of desire. Kamal leaned in, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths, their bodies pressed close.
Meera moaned softly, her hands running through Kamal’s hair. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobes. She gasped as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardening nipples.
“I want you, Kamal,” Meera whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Kamal didn’t need any more encouragement. He picked her up, carrying her to the nearby chaise lounge. They tumbled onto it, their limbs entangled as they continued to kiss.
Kamal’s hand trailed down Meera’s body, his fingers finding her slick folds. She was already wet, ready for him. He teased her clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Meera arched her back, her breath hitching as pleasure coursed through her.
“More,” she begged, her voice barely audible.
Kamal obliged, slipping a finger inside her. She was tight, her muscles clenching around him. He added a second finger, stretching her out gently. Meera moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice growing louder.
Kamal could feel her climax building, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He curled them, hitting her G-spot. Meera cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
As she came down from her high, Kamal positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her. Meera looked up at him, her eyes full of lust.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kamal thrust into her, filling her completely. Meera wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. They moved together, their bodies in sync as they chased their pleasure.
Kamal reached down, rubbing circles around Meera’s clit. She moaned, her muscles tightening around him. Kamal could feel his own climax building, his balls drawing up.
“I’m close,” Meera gasped, her voice full of need.
Kamal quickened his pace, pounding into her harder. Meera met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together.
“Come for me,” Kamal commanded, his voice strained.
Meera obeyed, her orgasm sending her over the edge. Kamal followed her, his release filling her completely. They collapsed onto the chaise lounge, their bodies spent.
As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Kamal knew that their friendship had changed forever. He had crossed a line, but he didn’t regret it. Not when it felt this good.
“Thank you,” Meera whispered, her eyes closed.
Kamal smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Anytime,” he replied, his voice full of promise.
