The full moon cast its silvery light onto the balcony, illuminating the curvaceous figure of Meera, a stunning Indian woman with raven-black hair. She stood there, nude, her back turned to the open French doors, the cool night air brushing against her bare skin. Her heart raced with anticipation, knowing that her lover, Arjun, was making his way towards her.
Arjun, a man of Indian descent with a muscular build and a charming smile, had met Meera at a mutual friend’s gathering a few weeks ago. It was an instant connection – their eyes met across the room, and they shared a moment of silent understanding. They exchanged numbers, and it wasn’t long before they found themselves entwined in each other’s arms, exploring their desires and limits.
As he stepped out onto the balcony, Arjun’s gaze trailed over Meera’s body, taking in the luscious curves and the way her silhouette was accentuated by the moonlight. He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips against the nape of her neck. Meera sighed, her body melting into his touch, her heart pounding in her chest.
Their bodies moved in a sensual dance, hands exploring, fingers tracing lines of pleasure. Arjun’s hands traveled up Meera’s sides, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Meera arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, her breath hitching as his lips found her earlobe, his teeth gently nibbling.
Arjun’s fingers trailed down Meera’s body, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her belly, before settling between her thighs. He stroked her gently, feeling her wetness coat his fingers. Meera moaned, her legs trembling as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body.
Breaking their embrace, Arjun turned Meera around, his eyes dark with desire. He lifted her, his hands cradling her ass, and Meera wrapped her legs around his waist, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Arjun carried her to the nearby chaise lounge, laying her down gently before kneeling between her parted legs.
His gaze never leaving hers, Arjun lowered his head, his tongue darting out to taste Meera’s sweetness. She gasped, her back arching as his tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds, finding her clit and circling it gently. Meera’s hands found his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his mouth.
As Meera’s moans grew louder, Arjun slipped a finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that spot that made her squirm with pleasure. Meera’s breathing grew ragged, her body tensing as she neared her climax. With one final flick of his tongue against her clit, Meera cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
Arjun kissed his way up Meera’s body, his erection pressing against her thigh. He looked into her eyes, seeking permission, and Meera nodded, her arms encircling his neck as she pulled him closer. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping him.
They moved together, their bodies in sync, each thrust sending Meera closer to the edge once more. Arjun’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, before settling on her hips, guiding her movements. Meera’s nails dug into his shoulders, her moans growing louder as she met him thrust for thrust.
As their climaxes approached, their movements became more frantic, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time itself. With a final thrust, Arjun stilled, his cock twitching inside Meera as he filled her with his release. Meera followed soon after, her orgasm sending waves of pleasure through her body, her muscles clenching around him as she cried out his name.
Breathless and spent, they lay together on the chaise lounge, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night air was cool against their sweat-slicked skin, but they didn’t notice, lost in their own world, their own secret whispers in the night.
