It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. I had been eyeing the beautiful Indian woman who lived in the apartment next door for weeks. She had long, black hair, and a luscious, curvy figure that I couldn’t resist. Tonight, I was determined to make my move.
I knocked on her door, and she answered wearing nothing but a towel. My heart raced as I took in her nakedness. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined.
“Hi, I’m Rani. I’ve seen you around,” she said, her voice sultry and inviting.
“I’m Jake. I’ve been wanting to meet you,” I replied, my eyes locked on her full breasts.
She smiled and invited me in. We sat on her couch, making small talk, but I could feel the tension building between us. I reached out and touched her hand, and she didn’t pull away.
“I’ve been thinking about this moment all week,” I said, my voice low and husky.
“Me too,” she replied, her eyes filled with desire.
I leaned in and kissed her, my tongue exploring her mouth. She responded eagerly, her hands running through my hair. I could feel her nipples harden against my chest.
I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned softly, her hands gripping my shoulders. I unwrapped her towel, revealing her bare breasts. I took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple.
“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered, her back arching in pleasure.
I moved my hand down between her legs, feeling her wetness. She was ready for me. I slid a finger inside her, and she gasped.
“More,” she begged, her hips grinding against my hand.
I added another finger, fucking her harder. She was moaning loudly now, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Fuck me, Jake. I want to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice filled with need.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, and she nodded.
I pushed inside her, filling her completely. She was tight and wet, and I groaned with pleasure.
“Oh god, yes,” she said, her nails digging into my back.
I started to move, thrusting in and out of her. She met me stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I said, my voice strained.
“Harder,” she begged, her legs wrapped around my waist.
I increased my pace, slamming into her. She cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“I’m close,” I said, my balls tightening.
“Me too,” she replied, her breath coming in short gasps.
I felt her pussy pulse around me, and I knew she was cumming. I let go, filling her with my seed.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies glistening with sweat.
“That was amazing,” she said, her eyes shining.
“Yes, it was,” I replied, my hand resting on her hip.
And it was. That night with Rani was a night I would never forget. It was a night of passion, pleasure, and connection. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
