Radhika, a stunningly beautiful Indian woman with thick black hair and curves in all the right places, had always been the object of desire for many men. But she had never given in to their advances, always remaining faithful to her husband.
One day, while on a business trip to New York, she found herself alone in her hotel room. She had just finished taking a shower and was standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her naked body. She ran her hands over her soft, smooth skin and felt a stirring in her loins.
She had never thought of herself as being particularly sexual, but something about being alone in this big city, so far from home, made her feel different. She felt a sudden urge to explore her own body, to see what it was capable of.
She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, letting her hands wander over her breasts and down to her thighs. She parted her legs slightly and began to touch herself, gently at first, but then with increasing urgency.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax, but just as she was about to reach it, there was a knock on the door. She quickly sat up, her heart racing. She wrapped a towel around herself and went to answer it.
Standing in the hallway was a tall, handsome black man, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, “but I couldn’t help but notice that you’re new to the hotel. I’m the manager, and I just wanted to make sure you’re settling in okay.”
