The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lush garden. A young woman, no more than 19 years of age, wandered through the foliage, her raven hair cascading down her bare back. Her name was Priya, a stunning Indian beauty, nude and unashamed in her solitude. She paused for a moment, her delicate fingers tracing the petals of a nearby hibiscus.
Priya’s body was a temple of sensuality, her curves accentuated by the dappled sunlight. Her dark nipples stiffened in the gentle breeze, and the curve of her hips beckoned to the unseen observer. She continued her stroll, her long black hair swaying gently against the small of her back.
Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes watched from the shadows of a nearby tree. Whiskers, a 25-year-old man of Indian descent, admired her form from afar. His interest piqued, he couldn’t help but follow her as she meandered through the garden, her lithe figure casting inviting shadows.
He approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. When he finally spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Priya, I’ve been looking for you.”
She turned to face him, her dark eyes meeting his with a curious gaze. “Whiskers, you startled me.”
He took a step closer, his eyes roaming over her exposed body. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help but notice your beauty, and I had to see you.”
She smiled, her full lips parting slightly. “I’m glad you did.”
Their eyes locked, and Whiskers felt a magnetic pull towards her. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek. Priya closed her eyes, her lips parting as she leaned into his touch.
With a tender motion, Whiskers leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. Priya responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened their embrace.
Their kiss became more passionate, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths with a growing urgency. Whiskers’ hands wandered over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips.
He broke their kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled at her earlobe. Priya gasped, her head falling back to give him better access. Whiskers took advantage, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire down her throat.
He reached her breasts, his lips wrapping around her nipples as he sucked and teased them. Priya moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him close.
Whiskers’ hand drifted lower, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her clit gently, the pad of his thumb circling her sensitive nub as she writhed beneath his touch.
Priya’s breathing became erratic, her moans growing louder with every stroke. Whiskers knew she was close, and he increased his pace, his fingers plunging into her tight pussy as he rubbed her clit.
With a cry, Priya came undone, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure. Whiskers continued to stroke her, drawing out her release until she begged him to stop.
As she caught her breath, Whiskers stood and guided her to a nearby bench. He sat down, pulling her onto his lap so that she straddled him.
Priya’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she rubbed her wet pussy against his hard cock. Whiskers groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as she teased him.
She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she positioned him at her entrance. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch.
Whiskers threw his head back, his eyes closed in ecstasy as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in a sinuous rhythm, her breasts bouncing as she took him deeper and deeper.
He reached up, his fingers tweaking her nipples as she rode him. Priya’s moans grew louder, her breathing ragged as she chased her second orgasm.
Whiskers felt his own release building, his balls tightening as he approached the edge. He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her close.
With a final thrust, Whiskers came, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum. Priya collapsed against his chest, her own orgasm crashing over her as she shuddered in his arms.
They sat like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Priya looked up at Whiskers, her eyes filled with gratitude and desire.
“I want more,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
Whiskers smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek.
“As you wish, my goddess.”
