It was a hot summer evening, and I was walking home from work, my mind preoccupied with the day’s events. As I turned the corner onto my street, I noticed a woman standing in front of my building. She was stunning, with long, black hair that cascaded down her back, and curves that could make a man weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but stare as I approached.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Can I help you with something?”
She turned to face me, and I saw that she was even more beautiful up close. Her dark eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and her full lips curved into a seductive smile.
“I’m looking for my friend’s apartment,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I think it’s on this floor.”
I nodded, my heart racing as I tried to think of something to say. “Well, I can show you the way,” I stammered.
She followed me to the elevator, her hips swaying in a way that drove me wild. I couldn’t help but stare as she stepped inside, my eyes drawn to the curve of her ass and the way her black hair brushed against her bare shoulders.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, she pressed herself against me, her lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I groaned with pleasure, my hands exploring her body as we stumbled out of the elevator and into my apartment.
We barely made it to the bedroom before our clothes were off. She pushed me back onto the bed, her eyes hungry as she climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. I could feel her warmth, and I knew that I had to have her.
She leaned down, her hair tickling my chest as she kissed me again. I ran my hands down her back, gripping her hips as she began to grind against me. I could feel myself getting harder, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer.
I reached down, my fingers finding her wet and ready. She gasped as I slipped a finger inside her, her muscles clenching around me as I began to move it in and out. She was so tight, so hot, and I knew that I had to have more.
I rolled her over, my body covering hers as I positioned myself at her entrance. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, as I pushed inside her. She cried out with pleasure, her back arching as I began to move.
The sex was intense, passionate, and primal. We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat as we explored each other’s bodies. We tried different positions, each one more intense than the last.
I could feel myself getting close, my body tensing as I approached my climax. She cried out, her muscles clenching around me as she came, her orgasm triggering my own. I groaned, my body shuddering as I filled her with my seed.
We lay there, our bodies spent, as we caught our breath. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, but I knew that I wanted more.
As we lay there, I couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. I had never been with an Indian woman before, and I had to admit that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her curves, her hair, her eyes, and her skin were all so exotic, so different from any other woman I had ever been with.
I knew that I wanted more, and I hoped that this wasn’t the last time I would see her. She was a goddess, an Indian beauty, and I couldn’t wait to worship her again.
As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew that this was the start of something special, something that I would never forget. The black-haired Indian goddess had claimed me, and I was hers for the taking.
