In the dimly lit room, a stunning Indian woman with thick black hair stood by the window, her silhouette outlined by the setting sun. She was completely nude, her curves and shadows casting an alluring image. Her name was Priya, a 25-year-old software engineer who had recently moved to the city. I had met her at a work event a few days ago and felt an immediate connection. After a brief conversation, I had mustered the courage to ask her out, and to my delight, she agreed.
Priya turned around and walked towards me, her hips swaying gently. I couldn’t help but stare at her full breasts and the curve of her waist that flowed into her round hips. She stopped in front of me and placed a hand on my chest. I looked into her eyes, and she gave me a coy smile.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear.
She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and inviting. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, our bodies molding together. Our kiss deepened, and our tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths.
Priya broke the kiss and trailed her lips down my neck, nibbling and licking my skin. I moaned and tilted my head back, giving her better access. She reached down and started to unbutton my shirt, her fingers brushing against my skin.
Once my shirt was open, Priya ran her hands over my chest, her fingers tracing my muscles. She leaned in and licked one of my nipples, making me shiver with pleasure. I reached up and cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hard nipples.
Priya let out a soft moan and leaned into my touch. I continued to caress her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently.
“Oh, yes,” Priya moaned, her fingers threading through my hair.
I continued to lavish attention on her breasts, switching between them. Priya’s breathing became heavier, and she started to grind her hips against me.
“I want you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
