It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with humidity. I had just arrived in Mumbai for a business trip, and I was staying at a hotel in the heart of the city. As I sat in my room, enjoying a drink and looking out at the bustling streets below, there was a knock at the door.
I opened it to find a beautiful Indian woman standing in the hallway. She had long, black hair, and her curves were accentuated by the traditional sari she was wearing. She introduced herself as Priya, and explained that she was the sister of the hotel owner. She had heard that I was in town for work, and she wanted to offer her services as a guide and translator.
I was immediately drawn to her, and I agreed to her offer. We spent the next few days exploring the city together, and I found myself becoming more and more captivated by her beauty. I could tell that she felt the same way about me, and I knew that I had to make a move.
One night, after a particularly long day of sightseeing, we returned to my hotel room. We were both exhausted, but there was an electric tension in the air. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I moved closer to her, and we began to kiss. Our lips met in a passionate embrace, and our tongues danced together. She moaned softly as I ran my hands over her curves, and I could feel her body responding to my touch.
I slowly began to undress her, revealing her thick, toned body. She had beautiful, dark skin, and her breasts were full and firm. I couldn’t resist the urge to take them in my mouth, and she moaned even louder as I sucked and nibbled on her nipples.
She reached down and began to stroke my cock through my pants, and I could feel myself growing harder by the second. I needed to have her, and I knew that she needed me just as much.
I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. I started to lick her pussy, making her wet and ready for me. She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I slipped a finger inside of her, and she moaned even louder.
I positioned myself above her, and I slowly entered her. She was tight and warm, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside of her. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, and I knew that she was close to cumming. I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, as she reached her climax. I could feel her pussy contracting around me, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world.
I continued to thrust into her, chasing my own release. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and then, with one final thrust, I came inside of her.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, as our bodies came down from the high of our orgasms. I knew that this was the start of something special, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.
As we lay there, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I was to have met Priya. She was not only beautiful and sexy, but she was also kind and intelligent. I knew that I had found something special, and I was determined to hold on to it.
From that moment on, we were inseparable. We spent every moment together, exploring the city and each other. And every night, we would retire to my hotel room, where we would lose ourselves in each other’s bodies.
It was a perfect few days, and I knew that I would never forget them. But all good things must come to an end, and soon it was time for me to return home.
As I said goodbye to Priya, I knew that it would be hard to leave her. But I also knew that this was just the beginning of our story. I promised to return to Mumbai soon, and I knew that we would pick up right where we left off.
And so, as I boarded my plane and flew back home, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew that I had found something special in Priya, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.
