Radhika, an Indian woman with thick black hair, stood in front of the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall. She had just stepped out of the shower, and her hair was still damp. She let it fall down her back, cascading in waves over her shoulders. She looked at her reflection, admiring her curves. She was proud of her body, and she knew that she was desirable.
She turned to the side, examining her profile. She had always been thick, but she had learned to love her body for what it was. She was not one of those stick-thin women who populated the magazines and television screens. She was real, and she was proud of it.
She turned around, looking at her backside. She had a round, firm ass, and she knew that men loved it. She smiled to herself, thinking about the power that she held. She was in control, and she knew it.
She heard a knock at the door, and she turned to see who it was. It was her neighbor, Raj. He was a tall, handsome man, with dark skin and piercing black eyes. She had always been attracted to him, but she had never acted on it.
“Hey, Radhika,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a drink.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. She knew what was going to happen, and she was ready for it.
She followed him into his apartment, and he poured her a glass of wine. They sat on the couch, making small talk as they sipped their drinks. But soon, the conversation turned to something more intimate.
“You know, Radhika,” Raj said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve always wanted to be with you.”
She looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never expected him to say something like that. But she was ready for it, and she was ready for him.
She set her glass down on the coffee table and leaned in to kiss him. He responded eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned softly, feeling his hands on her body.
He began to undress her, his fingers tracing a path down her chest to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing gently. She moaned again, feeling her nipples harden under his touch.
He leaned down to take one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. She gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure course through her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
He moved his hand down her body, to her wet pussy. He slid a finger inside her, and she moaned again. He began to move his finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster. She writhed under his touch, feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
He added another finger, and she cried out. He began to fuck her harder, and she could feel herself on the brink. She looked into his eyes, and she knew that he was ready too.
He pulled out his finger and replaced it with his cock. He thrust into her, hard and deep. She moaned, feeling him fill her up. He began to move, fucking her harder and harder.
She could feel herself getting close, and she knew that he was too. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. He groaned, and she could feel him swell inside her.
She came, hard and fast. She screamed, her body shaking with pleasure. He followed, his cock twitching inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy in her ear.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweating. Then, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back.
“That was amazing, Radhika,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She smiled, feeling satisfied and content. She knew that she had made the right decision, and she knew that she would do it again.
“Yes, it was,” she said, snuggling up against him.
They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the night wore on. And they both knew that this was just the beginning.
