In the heart of India, nestled between the bustling streets of New Delhi, was a hidden oasis of calm and serenity. The lush garden, filled with fragrant flowers and the soothing sound of a nearby fountain, provided the perfect setting for a secret tryst.
Savita, a stunning Indian woman with thick, black hair that cascaded down her back, stood in the center of the garden, her eyes closed as she breathed in the intoxicating scents surrounding her. She wore a delicate, flowing sari that left her shoulders and midriff bare, allowing the warm breeze to gently caress her bare skin.
A rustle of leaves caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to find Aryan, a tall and handsome man with chiseled features and piercing dark eyes, approaching her. His eyes traveled the length of her body, taking in every curve and slope, as he closed the distance between them.
“You are even more beautiful than I remembered,” Aryan murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. He reached out to touch a stray lock of hair that had escaped her elaborate braid, and Savita’s breath hitched at the contact.
Their eyes locked, and without a word, Aryan pulled Savita into his arms, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring and teasing.
Savita’s hands moved to Aryan’s chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscular form through the thin fabric of his shirt. She let out a soft moan as he nibbled at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.
Aryan’s hands slid down Savita’s back, cupping her firm buttocks and pulling her closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.
“Not here,” Aryan whispered, his voice strained with desire. “Come with me.”
He took Savita’s hand and led her through the garden, their footsteps hushed by the soft grass beneath their feet. They reached a secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes by a thick curtain of foliage, and Aryan turned to face Savita.
He gently pushed her against a tree, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her deeply. Savita’s hands moved to Aryan’s belt, quickly undoing it and sliding his pants down his hips. His erection sprang free, and Savita wrapped her hand around it, stroking him firmly.
Aryan’s head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as Savita worked her magic. He reached down, lifting her sari and exposing her bare thighs. His fingers found her wet and ready, and he teased her entrance before plunging deep inside her.
Savita’s head fell back, a gasp escaping her lips as Aryan filled her completely. He began to thrust, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She matched his rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of the garden as they reached their peak together. Aryan’s release triggered Savita’s own, and she cried out his name as she came, her orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.
Breathless and spent, they collapsed against each other, their hearts racing as they tried to catch their breath. Aryan brushed a stray lock of hair from Savita’s face, his fingers lingering on her soft skin.
“I have missed you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
“I have missed you too,” Savita replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the wind whispered through the trees around them. And for a moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the world outside their secret oasis didn’t exist.
