Radhika, an Indian woman with thick black hair and caramel skin, stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She was nude, admiring her curvaceous figure. Her full breasts and round hips were a testament to her Indian heritage. She turned to face the mirror, her dark eyes sparkling with desire.
Radhika had been feeling lonely lately. She was a successful businesswoman, but her busy schedule left little time for romance. She decided to take matters into her own hands and treat herself to a night of self-pleasure.
She lay down on her bed, her body splayed out in all its glory. She closed her eyes and began to touch herself. Her fingers danced over her soft skin, tracing a path from her neck down to her breasts. She cupped her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened into tight buds.
She moved her hands down to her thighs, slowly spreading them apart. She ran her fingers over her wet folds, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She moaned softly as she slipped a finger inside herself, feeling the walls of her pussy clench around it.
She added a second finger, working herself into a frenzy. Her moans grew louder as she quickened her pace. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, the pleasure coiling in her belly.
Just as she was about to reach her peak, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly pulled the covers over herself, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Who is it?” she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s me, Ravi,” came the reply.
Radhika’s heart skipped a beat. Ravi was her neighbor, a handsome young man with a charming smile. She had always found him attractive, but she had never acted on her feelings.
“What do you want?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I saw your light on, and I thought I’d check to see if everything was okay,” Ravi said.
Radhika hesitated for a moment. She knew she should tell him to go away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted him to stay, to continue the fantasy she had started.
“Everything’s fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I could use some company.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Radhika heard the sound of the door opening. She peeked out from under the covers, her heart pounding in her chest. Ravi was standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise.
“I didn’t know you were…um…naked,” he stammered, his face turning bright red.
Radhika smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. “I was just about to take a shower,” she said, sitting up in bed. “Join me?”
Ravi hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, his eyes filled with desire. Radhika stood up, letting the covers fall to the floor. She walked over to Ravi, her hips swaying seductively. She took his hand and led him into the bathroom.
The shower was steamy and hot, just the way Radhika liked it. She stepped under the water, letting it cascade over her body. Ravi followed her, his eyes fixed on her curves.
Radhika turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with desire. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned softly. She reached down and stroked him, feeling him grow even harder in her hand.
He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Radhika, I want you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Radhika smiled, feeling a surge of power. “I want you too, Ravi,” she whispered back.
She turned around, her back facing him. She bent over, her hands braced against the wall. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes filled with desire.
“Take me, Ravi,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ravi didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped forward, his hardness pressing against her wet folds. He entered her slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Radhika moaned as he filled her, her body trembling with pleasure. He began to move, his thrusts growing harder and faster. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, the pleasure coiling in her belly.
“Yes, Ravi, yes,” she moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
He reached around and stroked her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure growing more intense with each passing moment.
“I’m “`
