It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. In a small apartment on the outskirts of town, a woman named Priya was getting ready for bed. She was a stunning Indian woman, with long black hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and a full, voluptuous figure that had always turned heads.
Priya slipped off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. She stood in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her dark skin was smooth and unblemished, and her full breasts and round hips were the epitome of femininity. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the warmth of her own touch.
As she climbed into bed, she heard a soft knock at the door. She frowned, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. She wrapped a sheet around her body and opened the door a crack, peering out into the darkness.
Standing in the hallway was a man she had never seen before. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled at her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I saw your light on, and I thought I’d come say hello.”
