In the heart of New Delhi, a woman with raven black hair and a lithe figure moved silently through the darkness. The Indian moon cast a soft glow on her bare skin, her nipples hardening in the cool night air. She was a beauty, her thick hair cascading down her back, her curves accentuated in the dim light.
She had been watching him for days, this mysterious stranger who had come to her city. He was a foreigner, his skin lighter than hers, his eyes a piercing blue that seemed to see right through her. She had felt an inexplicable pull towards him, a desire that she couldn’t ignore.
One night, she decided to approach him. She found him in a local bar, nursing a drink and staring out into the night. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and walked up to him.
“May I join you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. He smiled, a slow, seductive smile that made her heart flutter. “Please,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
They spent the night talking, their conversation flowing easily. He told her about his life back home, his travels, his dreams. She listened, enraptured by his words, her desire for him growing with every passing moment.
As the night wore on, they found themselves in her apartment, their bodies pressed close together. His hands roamed her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back as he kissed her neck, his lips hot against her skin.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. She gasped, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He teased her, his tongue flicking against her nipple, his teeth gently nibbling. She arched her back, her body on fire with desire.
He trailed his fingers down her body, over her stomach and to the wetness between her legs. She was ready for him, her body aching with need. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She was panting now, her body trembling with pleasure. He licked his fingers, tasting her, before plunging them back inside her.
She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. He didn’t stop, his fingers moving inside her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
When she could take no more, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with desire. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as he entered her.
She gasped, her body adjusting to his size. He moved slowly, his hips rocking against hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, her body tensing with pleasure.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed circles around it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
He followed soon after, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside her. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire. He smiled down at her, his eyes filled with the same.
They knew they had found something special, something rare. They had found each other. And in that moment, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.
