In the heart of Mumbai, a city that never sleeps, a woman with raven black hair found herself alone in her apartment. She was an Indian beauty in her early twenties, with a thick and voluptuous figure that she took great pride in. Her name was Priya, a name that meant “love” in her native language.
Priya had just finished taking a shower, and she stood in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her brown skin glistened in the soft light of her bedroom. She turned to the side, admiring the curve of her hips and the fullness of her breasts. She felt a stirring in her belly, a hunger that she knew only one thing could satisfy.
She walked over to her bed, where she kept a small collection of toys that she used to satisfy herself when she was alone. She picked up her favorite dildo, a thick glass toy that she had bought on one of her trips to the US. She ran her fingers over the cool surface, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
She lay down on her bed, spreading her legs wide open. She closed her eyes, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body. She slowly traced her fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened into little peaks. She let out a soft moan as she pinched them, feeling the pleasure spread through her body.
She moved her hands down to her thighs, caressing them gently before she spread them wider. She traced her fingers over her wetness, feeling the heat radiating from her core. She dipped one finger inside of herself, feeling the slickness coat her finger. She added another finger, moving them in and out of herself in a slow, teasing rhythm.
She let out a soft gasp as she added a third finger, stretching herself open. She imagined a man’s cock filling her up, fucking her hard and fast. She moved her fingers faster, feeling the tension build inside of her. She let out a low moan as she felt her orgasm approach.
Just as she was about to cum, she heard a soft knock on her door. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked towards the door, wondering who could be there. She slowly got up, pulling on a robe as she made her way to the door.
She opened the door to find a man standing there, a devilish grin on his face. He was a tall, handsome stranger, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a suit, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine.
“I’m sorry, I must have the wrong apartment,” he said, his voice smooth and deep.
“No, you have the right one,” Priya said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He raised an eyebrow, a question in his eyes.
“I was just… I was about to…,” Priya stammered, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.
“Ah,” he said, understanding dawning in his eyes. “May I join you?”
Priya hesitated for a moment, but something about the stranger’s confidence and charm drew her in. She nodded, stepping aside to let him in.
He walked over to her bed, looking at her toys with a raised eyebrow.
“I see you’re a woman who knows what she likes,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Priya felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she held his gaze.
“I am,” she said, her voice firm.
He looked at her for a moment, his eyes taking in every inch of her body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and intense.
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine, and she knew that she had made the right decision.
He reached out, tracing his fingers over her cheek, down her neck, and over her collarbone. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. His kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly became passionate, his tongue exploring her mouth.
He moved his hands down to her robe, untying it and letting it fall to the ground. He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Priya felt a thrill run through her, and she knew that she was ready for him.
He traced his fingers over her body, teasing her nipples until they hardened into little peaks. He moved his hands down to her thighs, caressing them gently before he spread them wide open.
He knelt between her legs, his eyes taking in the sight of her wetness. He leaned in, tracing his tongue over her clit. Priya let out a soft moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.
He licked and sucked at her clit, moving his fingers in and out of her. Priya felt the tension build inside of her, her orgasm approaching.
Just as she was about to cum, he stood up, pulling a condom out of his wallet. He rolled it on, his eyes never leaving hers.
He positioned himself at her entrance, looking at her for permission. Priya nodded, and he pushed inside of her, filling her up.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Priya moved with him, their bodies moving in sync.
He reached down, teasing her clit as he fucked her. Priya felt the tension build inside of her, her orgasm approaching.
She let out a low moan as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with pleasure. He continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm until he found his own release.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in their chests.
“That was amazing,” Priya said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, it was,” he said, his voice low and intense.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his.
“I’ll see you again,” he said, his voice full of promise.
Priya nodded, knowing that she would be waiting for him.
He got up, pulling on his clothes. He walked to the door, looking back at her one last time before he left.
Priya lay there, her body still humming with pleasure. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her face.
She knew that she would never forget this night, this man, this pleasure. She knew that she would always remember the night that a stranger came to her door, and changed her life forever.
