It was a humid night in Goa, and the air was thick with the scent of the sea. Indira, a stunning Indian woman with long, black hair and curves in all the right places, was staying in a beachfront villa for the summer. She had just finished a warm shower and was standing in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her damp hair.
Indira was dressed in a silk robe, her bare skin glistening in the dim light of the room. She let the robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her full, round breasts and her dark, curly pubic hair. She turned to the side, admiring her reflection, and ran her hands over her hips and thighs.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door. She wrapped the robe around herself and went to answer it, expecting it to be the maid or one of her friends. But when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of a tall, handsome stranger.
“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong villa,” he said, his eyes taking in Indira’s curves.
“No, you’re at the right place,” Indira said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “And I’m glad you came.”
The stranger introduced himself as Ravi, and Indira invited him in. They sat on the couch, talking and laughing, their chemistry undeniable. Indira could feel the heat rising between them, and she knew that she wanted him.
She leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Ravi responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body. Indira moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, and she could feel herself getting wet.
Ravi’s hands found their way to Indira’s breasts, and he began to caress them, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Indira arched her back, pressing herself against him. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh, and she wanted it inside her.
Ravi trailed kisses down Indira’s neck, nibbling at her earlobes and making her moan. He reached down, pulling the robe off her shoulders and revealing her naked body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes taking in every inch of her.
He began to kiss her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. Indira ran her fingers through his hair, moaning as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked.
Ravi’s hands wandered down Indira’s body, and he began to stroke her clit. Indira gasped as he touched her, her hips bucking against his hand.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself between Indira’s legs, and she wrapped her legs around him. He entered her slowly, and Indira moaned as she felt him fill her up.
They began to move together, their bodies slick with sweat. Ravi thrust into her harder and harder, and Indira could feel herself getting close to orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into Ravi’s back.
Ravi reached down, stroking Indira’s clit as he fucked her. Indira’s orgasm hit her like a wave, and she cried out as she came. Ravi followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
They lay together, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined.
“That was amazing,” Indira whispered, her head resting on Ravi’s chest.
“Yes, it was,” Ravi agreed, his hands still stroking Indira’s skin.
They lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. And as the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their passion never waning.
It was a night that Indira would never forget, a night of passion and pleasure that she would remember for the rest of her life.
