It was a humid summer evening when I first laid eyes on her. I had just moved into a new apartment in the city, and she was my neighbor from across the hall. A stunning Indian woman with long, black hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves, she was unlike anyone I had ever seen before.
One night, as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened it to find her standing there, wearing nothing but a silk robe that clung to her curves.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “I saw your light on and thought I’d come say hello.”
I invited her in, and we sat on the couch, making small talk as we sipped glasses of wine. But as the night wore on, the tension between us grew. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I knew that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
She leaned in closer, her eyes locked on mine. I could feel her breath against my lips as she spoke.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned with pleasure.
We stumbled towards the bedroom, our hands all over each other. She pushed me down onto the bed, her body pressing against mine as she straddled me.
She ground her hips against me, her wetness soaking through her robe and onto my pants. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest, and I reached up to caress them.
She moaned as I pinched her nipples, her body writhing with pleasure. I could feel her wetness against my cock, and I knew that I needed to be inside her.
I reached down and slipped my fingers inside her, feeling her slick wetness. She moaned as I stroked her clit, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her over onto her back and entered her, feeling her tight walls closing around me.
We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. I could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around me as she cried out with pleasure.
I thrust deeper, harder, feeling my own orgasm building. She moaned as I filled her, our bodies slick with sweat.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies entwined.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispered, her voice soft and dreamy.
“Neither have I,” I replied, knowing that our night together was just the beginning of something truly special.
