It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with moisture. I was walking through the local park, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, when I spotted her. She was a stunning Indian woman, with thick curves and long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She was standing near the edge of the pond, completely nude, with her back turned to me.
I approached her slowly, taking in the sight of her luscious body. Her skin was a deep, golden brown, glistening with sweat in the fading light. Her hips were wide and full, leading down to long, toned legs. I could see the faint outlines of stretch marks on her thighs, adding to her allure.
As I approached, she turned to face me, revealing a beautiful, round face and large, dark eyes. She smiled, and I felt my heart race.
“Hello,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Namaste,” she replied, her voice soft and sultry.
I stepped closer to her, and she didn’t move away. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, and she leaned into my touch.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, my eyes locked on hers.
“Thank you,” she replied, her voice barely audible.
I leaned in and kissed her, feeling her soft lips against mine. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could feel her body pressed against mine, and I knew that I wanted her.
I reached down and began to caress her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. She moaned softly, her nipples hardening under my touch. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face.
I moved my hands down her body, caressing her hips and thighs. I could feel her wetness, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and heat. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
I picked her up and carried her to a nearby bench, laying her down on her back. I spread her legs and knelt between them, taking in the sight of her wet, swollen pussy. I leaned down and began to lick and suck on her clit, feeling her body tremble with pleasure. She moaned louder, her hands gripping the bench.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and heat. I began to move it in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel her getting closer to orgasm, and I increased my pace.
She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure as she came. I continued to lick and suck on her clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure. She lay back, panting and spent.
I knelt between her legs, my cock hard and throbbing. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I slid inside her, feeling her tightness and heat. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
I began to move, thrusting in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, and I increased my pace. She moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel her getting closer to orgasm again, and I increased my pace even more.
We both cried out, our bodies trembling with pleasure as we came together. I collapsed on top of her, panting and spent.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies intertwined. I looked up at her, and she smiled.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice soft and sultry.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
We got dressed and went our separate ways, but I knew that I would never forget that encounter with the Indian goddess.
