It was a hot summer night, and the air was thick with humidity. I had just arrived in the city and was looking for a place to stay. I stumbled upon a small, seedy motel on the outskirts of town. The neon sign flickered in the window, advertising a room for the night. I hesitated for a moment, but my desire for a cool, quiet place to sleep won out.
I entered the lobby, greeted by the smell of stale cigarette smoke and the sight of faded wallpaper. The clerk, a grizzled old man with a stained wife-beater, looked me up and down before sliding a key across the counter. “Room 12, end of the hall,” he grunted.
I made my way down the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. I slid the key into the lock and pushed open the door. The room was small and cramped, but it would do. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from my journey.
But my exhaustion was short-lived. As I lay there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t alone. I sat up, my heart racing, and that’s when I saw her. A woman, her black hair cascading down her bare back, standing in the doorway. She was naked, her curves on full display. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
She moved towards me, her hips swaying hypnotically. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. I could feel her heat, her wetness, as she ground against me. I reached up, my hands finding her full breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch.
She leaned down, her lips finding mine. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, her teeth nibbling at my earlobes. I moaned, my hands tangled in her hair.
She moved down my body, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She reached my cock, her hand wrapping around it, her lips enveloping it. I gasped, my hips thrusting upwards. She took me deeper, her mouth working me, her tongue swirling around the tip.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled her up, my hands on her hips. I positioned her above me, my cock sliding into her wet, tight pussy. She moaned, her head thrown back, as I began to thrust.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. She rode me, her hips grinding against me. I reached up, my hands on her breasts, her nipples hard between my fingers. She leaned down, her lips finding mine, our tongues dancing.
I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. I thrust deeper, harder. She moaned, her fingers digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tensing. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed, her moans growing louder.
She came, her pussy clenching around my cock. I followed, my cock pulsing inside her. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breathing heavy. She looked at me, her eyes shining. “I’m Riya,” she whispered.
“I’m glad to meet you, Riya,” I replied, smiling. And I meant it. That night, with the exotic Indian beauty, was a night I would never forget.
