It was a warm summer evening, and the air was thick with the scent of jasmine. Shyamala, a young Indian woman with thick black hair and creamy brown skin, slipped out of her clothes and into the cool water of the swimming pool in her backyard. She sighed with pleasure as she dived under the surface, letting the water wash over her naked body.
As she swam laps, Shyamala couldn’t help but think about Ravi, her handsome neighbor. She had had her eye on him for weeks, but she hadn’t yet found the courage to talk to him. She knew he was attracted to her too – she had caught him watching her from his kitchen window more than once.
As if on cue, Ravi appeared at the edge of the pool. He was tall and muscular, with dark skin and piercing black eyes. Shyamala felt her heart race as he stripped off his clothes and dove into the pool.
They swam together in silence for a few moments, their bodies brushing against each other in the water. Shyamala could feel the heat radiating off of Ravi’s skin, and she knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Finally, Ravi broke the silence. “Shyamala,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Shyamala turned to face him, her eyes wide with desire. “Take me,” she whispered back.
Ravi didn’t need to be asked twice. He wrapped his arms around Shyamala’s waist and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Shyamala moaned as she felt his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she reached down to stroke it.
Ravi’s hands roamed over Shyamala’s body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She gasped with pleasure as he trailed kisses down her neck and across her shoulders.
They broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, before Ravi picked Shyamala up and carried her to the side of the pool. He laid her down on the cool concrete, spreading her legs wide.
Shyamala watched as Ravi knelt between her thighs, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path up to her wet pussy.
Shyamala moaned as she felt Ravi’s tongue on her clit, licking and sucking in a slow, steady rhythm. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Ravi slipped a finger inside Shyamala’s pussy, then two, fucking her slowly as he licked and sucked her clit. Shyamala’s back arched off the concrete as she came, her juices flowing freely.
Ravi stood up and positioned his cock at Shyamala’s entrance, then thrust inside her with a groan. Shyamala wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in the cool night air. Shyamala could feel another orgasm building inside her, and she urged Ravi on.
“Yes, yes, harder!” she cried, her nails digging into Ravi’s back.
Ravi gave it to her harder, his cock pounding into her pussy. Shyamala came again, her pussy clenching around Ravi’s cock as she screamed his name.
Ravi followed shortly after, his cock twitching as he filled Shyamala’s pussy with his cum. They collapsed in a heap on the concrete, their bodies slick with sweat and water.
“I love you, Shyamala,” Ravi whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Shyamala smiled, her heart swelling with love. “I love you too, Ravi.”
They lay there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, before Ravi stood up and helped Shyamala to her feet. Hand in hand, they walked back to Shyamala’s house, their bodies still humming with pleasure.
As they lay in bed, their limbs tangled together, Shyamala couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something
