A Night with a Thick Indian Beauty

It was a hot summer night in the city, and the humidity hung heavy in the air. I had just finished a long day at work and was looking forward to a relaxing evening at home. As I walked up the stairs to my apartment, I noticed a light on in the unit next door. I had never seen my neighbor, a tall, beautiful Indian woman with long, black hair, before, but I had certainly heard her. She was a bit of a night owl, and I would often hear her moving around late into the night.

As I unlocked my door and stepped inside, I couldn’t help but glance over at her apartment. The curtains were open just a crack, and I caught a glimpse of her inside, standing in front of the mirror and brushing her long, thick hair. I felt a sudden surge of attraction and desire wash over me. I had always been drawn to Indian women, with their exotic beauty and striking features.

I quickly changed out of my work clothes and into something more comfortable, my mind still on my mysterious neighbor. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on my couch, trying to shake off the thoughts of her that were swirling through my head.

But it was no use. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I decided to take a chance and introduce myself. I grabbed my glass of wine and headed over to her door, my heart pounding in my chest.

She answered almost immediately, a surprised look on her face. “Can I help you?” she asked, her voice smooth and sultry.

“I’m your neighbor,” I said, holding out my hand. “I just wanted to introduce myself and welcome you to the building.”

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