It was a humid summer night in New York City, and the sounds of the city never seemed to fade. But in the quiet oasis of her Upper West Side apartment, Meera reveled in the stillness. With her long, black hair cascading down her bare back, she padded around her bedroom in nothing but a silk robe, her curves on full display.
Meera had always been a woman of exotic beauty, her Indian heritage giving her a unique allure. Her thick figure was something she had learned to love and embrace, and now, she used it to her advantage. She knew the effect she had on men, and she delighted in the power it gave her.
Tonight, she had invited a new lover over, a man she had met at a nearby café. He was a tall, handsome stranger with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. She had been drawn to him immediately, and when he had asked her out, she had accepted without hesitation.
As they sat on her couch, sipping wine and chatting, Meera could feel the tension building between them. She knew that he wanted her, and she was more than ready to give herself to him. Slowly, she leaned in, her eyes locked on his, and pressed her lips to his.
He responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair as they deepened their kiss. Meera could feel the heat building between them, and she knew that it was time to take this to the next level.
She stood up, taking his hand and leading him to her bedroom. Once there, she let her robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body in all its glory. He gasped at the sight, his eyes drinking in every inch of her.
Meera wasted no time, pushing him back onto the bed and straddling him. She ground her hips against his, feeling his hardness pressing against her. She leaned down, her nipples brushing against his chest as she kissed him again.
He reached up, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Meera moaned, her body responding to his touch. She could feel herself growing wet, ready for him to take her.
But she wanted to tease him first, to make him beg for it. She started to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her breasts bouncing in front of his face. He watched, mesmerized, as she rocked back and forth.
She leaned down, her hair brushing against his chest as she kissed her way down his body. She licked and nibbled at his nipples, feeling him shiver beneath her. She could feel his cock straining against his pants, begging to be freed.
Finally, she couldn’t resist any longer. She reached down, pulling his pants and boxers off in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for her.
Meera licked her lips, looking up at him with a wicked smile. She leaned down, taking him into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his tip. He moaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in her hair.
She sucked and teased him, her mouth working him in long, slow strokes. She could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But she wasn’t ready for him to cum yet.
She pulled back, looking up at him with a sly smile. “Not yet,” she whispered, climbing back onto his lap.
She positioned herself over him, slowly lowering herself down onto his cock. He gasped as she took him in, her body stretching to accommodate him. Meera moaned, her head falling back as she started to ride him.
He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts as she moved. She leaned back, her hair brushing against the sheets as he teased and pinched her nipples.
Meera could feel herself getting closer, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on his chest as she rode him harder.
He thrust up into her, meeting her hips with his own. Meera could feel herself on the brink, her body tensing as she prepared to cum.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her voice rising as she reached her climax. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, his own orgasm following close behind.
Meera collapsed onto his chest, her body spent. She could feel his heart racing beneath her, his breath coming in short gasps.
They lay there for a moment, wrapped up in each other, before Meera finally pulled back. She smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I think that’s enough foreplay,” she whispered, climbing off of him and onto the bed.
He followed her, his body moving of its own accord. They came together again, their bodies entwined as they lost themselves in each other.
And as the sounds of their lovemaking filled the air, the city outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little world.
