The full moon cast its silver glow upon the lush garden, illuminating the silhouette of a woman with thick, black hair. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, her back facing the room, unaware of the eyes that admired her beauty. The woman, an Indian babe, wore nothing but her own confidence, her silhouette provocative enough to tantalize the man hiding in the shadows.
He had been watching her for what seemed like hours. Under the guise of a quiet observer, he studied her every move – the way she ran her fingers through her hair, the gentle curve of her hips, and the slight arch of her back. He wanted her. No, he needed her.
He approached her silently, his bare feet making no sound against the cool marble floor. She remained still, her gaze fixed on the moonlit garden, seemingly unaware of his presence. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his body pressing against hers, and whispered into her ear, “You’re so beautiful.”
The woman gasped, her body tensing at the stranger’s touch. But as his hands explored her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips, she found herself melting into him. His lips found hers, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss that left her breathless.
Their bodies moved together, their hands exploring every inch of each other. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazing over her hardened nipples. She moaned, arching her back, begging for more. He obliged, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, his other hand tracing a path down her stomach and towards her wetness.
She was ready for him. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure. He added another finger, fucking her harder and faster, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
But he wanted more. He wanted to taste her. He dropped to his knees, his tongue finding her clit. He licked and sucked, his fingers still inside her, fucking her harder and faster. She moaned, her hands fisting his hair, pulling him closer.
He could feel her getting closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside her ass, the added sensation sending her over the edge. She came hard, her body trembling with pleasure.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. She turned around, her eyes hungry for him. She pushed him onto the nearby couch, straddling him. She guided his cock inside her, her walls tightening around him. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
He moaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. She leaned down, her lips finding his ear. “Cum for me,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
That was all it took. He came hard, filling her with his warmth. She collapsed onto him, her body spent. They sat there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their hearts racing.
She looked into his eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m Medha,” she said, her voice soft.
“I’m Ravi,” he replied, his voice just as soft.
They sat there for a while longer, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was still young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other.
The end.
