It was a humid summer’s night in New York City when Amrita first laid eyes on the enchanting woman with a back pixie haircut at her favorite late-night coffee shop. The woman’s name was Eliza, a striking contrast to Amrita’s traditional Indian name. Eliza’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and mischief, and her playful smile drew Amrita in.
Eliza, an artist, was intrigued by the reserved yet alluring woman before her. “May I join you?” she asked, her voice as smooth as silk. Amrita hesitated for a moment, then nodded, captivated by Eliza’s energy.
The two women shared stories over the next few hours, laughing and connecting on a deep level. As the night wore on, Eliza leaned in closer, their eyes locking. She gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Amrita’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” Eliza whispered, her voice barely audible. Amrita hesitated, her heart pounding, but ultimately agreed.
Once they arrived at Eliza’s apartment, the chemistry between them was electric. Eliza slowly undressed Amrita, her fingers tracing the curves of her body. She gently kissed Amrita’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
Eliza then moved her attention to Amrita’s breasts, taking each nipple into her mouth and teasing them with her tongue. Amrita arched her back, her breath hitching as Eliza continued to explore her body.
Eliza then made her way down Amrita’s body, her tongue tracing a path down her stomach and stopping at her inner thighs. Amrita gasped as Eliza’s tongue made contact with her clit, her body trembling with pleasure.
Eliza then inserted a finger, then two, into Amrita’s wet pussy, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Amrita’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure.
Finally, Eliza positioned herself above Amrita, slowly guiding her cock into her wet pussy. Amrita’s eyes rolled back as Eliza began to thrust, their bodies moving in sync with each other.
Eliza then whispered in Amrita’s ear, “I want you to cum for me.” Amrita’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling and convulsing as Eliza continued to thrust.
As the two women lay in each other’s arms, their bodies still entwined, Eliza whispered, “I can’t wait to see you again.”
Amrita smiled, her heart fluttering. “Neither can I.”
