It was a humid summer evening when I first met Priya, an Indian woman with a voluptuous figure and a cascade of thick, black hair. We crossed paths at a dimly-lit jazz bar, where she captivated me with her sultry voice and hypnotic gaze.
As the night wore on, our conversation flowed effortlessly. I learned that Priya was a dancer, her body a testament to the grace and power of her art. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle as she invited me to her apartment for a nightcap.
Priya’s home was a reflection of her personality – warm, inviting, and adorned with exotic trinkets from her travels. She poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, her body swaying gently to the rhythm of a distant tabla.
Our eyes locked, and I felt a surge of desire as Priya traced her fingers along the curve of her neck. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “Do you want to see more of me?” she whispered.
Without waiting for an answer, she stood and turned away, her hips swaying as she unfastened the knot of her sari. It fell to the floor, revealing her bare back and the curve of her ample bottom. She glanced over her shoulder, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
I crossed the room, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I reached out to touch her. She leaned into my touch, her skin warm and soft beneath my fingertips. I traced a line down her spine, eliciting a low moan from her lips.
Priya turned to face me, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She pressed her body against mine, her breasts full and heavy against my chest. Our lips met in a fierce kiss, our tongues dancing as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I lifted Priya onto the coffee table, her legs wrapping around my waist as I entered her. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I began to move. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Priya’s moans and gasps of pleasure.
With each thrust, Priya’s breasts bounced, her nipples hard and erect. I leaned down to take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak as Priya’s moans grew louder.
Priya’s legs tightened around my waist, pulling me deeper inside her. She writhed beneath me, her hips grinding against mine as she reached her peak. I followed shortly after, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
We collapsed onto the couch, our bodies slick with sweat and spent with pleasure. Priya’s head rested on my chest, her breath hot against my skin. “I’m glad you came home with me tonight,” she whispered.
I smiled, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. “So am I,” I replied. And as the night wore on, we explored each other’s bodies once more, our whispers and moans mingling in the darkness.
