Whispers in the Night

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the city. In a quiet corner of the rooftop pool, a woman stood, her black hair cascading down her back in a silky waterfall. She was nude, her curves bathed in the gentle light. Her name was Priya, a thick Indian beauty with a confidence that radiated from her very core. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Priya had been watching him for weeks, this mysterious man who came to the pool every night, just as she did. He was older, with a salt-and-pepper beard and eyes that held a depth of knowledge and experience. She had seen the way he looked at her, the heat in his gaze, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Tonight, she decided to make her move. She swam up to him, her body slicing through the water with ease. He looked up, surprised, as she approached. She gave him a slow, seductive smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice husky and low.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. She moved closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off his body. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.

“I’ve been watching you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “I want you.”

He groaned, his hands reaching out to pull her closer. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned, her hands reaching down to stroke his growing erection.

Without breaking their kiss, they moved to the side of the pool, their bodies still entwined. He lifted her, his hands gripping her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pressed against her entrance, and she moaned, urging him on.

He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around him. She gasped, her head thrown back as he filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster and harder as she urged him on.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps echoing in the night. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles as she writhed against him. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves as he continued to thrust into her.

He wasn’t far behind, his cock swelling inside her as he reached his own climax. He groaned, his seed filling her as she milked him for every last drop. They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and pool water.

They stayed like that for a long moment, their breaths slowing as they came down from their high. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.

“I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship,” she said, her voice full of promises.

He chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “I couldn’t agree more.”

As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their hands and mouths leaving no inch untouched. They moved from the pool to the lounge chairs, their bodies still entwined as they discovered each other’s desires and fantasies.

And as the sun began to rise, casting the rooftop in a soft pink glow, they knew that this was just the beginning of a passionate and intense love affair. They had found something rare and precious, a connection that went beyond physical attraction and into the realm of the soul.

And so, they continued to meet, night after night, their bodies and hearts entwined in a dance as old as time itself. They knew that this was more than just sex, more than just a fling. This was love, pure and simple, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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