It was a humid summer evening when I first met her. She was a beautiful Indian woman, with thick black hair that cascaded down her back in waves. She was standing naked in front of an open window, the breeze playing with her hair and causing her delicate brown skin to glisten with sweat.
I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect body. Her breasts were full and firm, with dark brown nipples that were erect with desire. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to a patch of neatly trimmed black hair that covered her most intimate of areas.
She turned to face me, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice husky with lust.
I crossed the room, unable to take my eyes off of her. She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me close for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of her lips.
She broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down my neck, nibbling and licking as she went. I shivered with pleasure as she made her way down to my chest, teasing my nipples with her tongue.
She continued to kiss and lick her way down my body, until she reached the waistband of my pants. She looked up at me with a wicked smile and slowly pulled them down, freeing my hard cock.
She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to stroke me, her fingers tight and sure. She leaned in and took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my head as she sucked me deeper.
I groaned with pleasure as she took me all the way in, her throat contracting around me. She began to bob her head up and down, her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled her up and pushed her back onto the bed. She spread her legs wide, inviting me in. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pushed inside.
She was so wet and tight, it took all of my self-control not to cum right then and there. I began to thrust in and out, each stroke driving me deeper inside of her.
She moaned with pleasure, her fingers digging into my back as I fucked her. I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently.
She cried out with pleasure, her back arching off the bed. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her orgasm building.
I increased my pace, driving into her harder and faster. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. I reached down and began to stroke her clit, her moans growing louder as I did.
She cried out as she came, her orgasm triggering my own. I filled her with my cum, my body shuddering with pleasure.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies entwined. The sweat glistening on our skin, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
I couldn’t have agreed more.
As the night went on, we explored each other’s bodies, trying different positions and techniques. We lost track of time, lost in our own world of pleasure.
When the sun began to rise, we lay in each other’s arms, our bodies exhausted but satisfied.
“I’ll see you again soon,” she whispered as I got dressed.
I smiled, knowing that it was a promise that we would both keep.
As I left her apartment, I couldn’t help but think that it had been a night of passion that I would never forget.
