The air was thick with anticipation as Shanti, an Indian beauty with raven black hair and a voluptuous figure, slipped out of her saree, revealing her naked body in all its glory. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow on her caramel skin as she stood with her back to the door, unaware that she was being watched.
Raj, her lover for the night, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He admired her thick curves, the way her hair cascaded down her back, and the graceful curve of her neck. He approached her silently, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath them. As he reached out to touch her, Shanti startled, turning around to face him.
“Raj,” she whispered, her eyes wide with surprise.
He took a step closer, closing the distance between them. “Yes, Shanti?” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
She looked up at him, her full lips parted slightly. “I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raj smiled, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “I wanted to surprise you,” he said, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek.
Shanti leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering shut. “Well, you did,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
Raj’s hand drifted down to her shoulder, then lower still, tracing the curve of her breast with his fingertips. Shanti gasped, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Do you like that?” Raj asked, his voice low and seductive.
Shanti nodded, her eyes still closed. “Yes,” she murmured, her body trembling with anticipation.
Raj’s hand continued its journey down her body, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips. He reached her thighs and gently spread them apart, stepping between them.
“And this?” he asked, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him.
Shanti moaned, her head falling back as he began to stroke her. “Yes, yes,” she whispered, her body moving in time with his fingers.
Raj continued to touch her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When he knew she was ready, he entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth surrounding him.
Shanti moaned as he began to move inside her, her hips meeting his in a rhythm as old as time. They moved together, their bodies becoming one as they reached for release.
“Yes, Raj,” Shanti moaned, her fingers digging into his back. “Harder, harder.”
Raj obliged, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. He could feel Shanti’s body tensing around him, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
“Come for me, Shanti,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Shanti did as she was told, her body shaking with pleasure as she cried out Raj’s name. He followed her over the edge, his release filling her as they clung to each other, their bodies slick with sweat.
As their breathing slowed, Raj pulled out of Shanti, smiling as she let out a contented sigh.
“You always know how to make me feel good,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.
Raj chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “It’s easy when I have such a willing partner,” he said, his hand tracing the curve of her hip.
Shanti opened her eyes, smiling up at him. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice soft and seductive.
As they lay there, wrapped up in each other, the night outside their window grew quiet. But the whispers of their lovemaking lingered in the air, a reminder of the passion they had shared.
