It was a sweltering afternoon in Goa when I first met Priya, a stunning Indian woman with an infectious smile and a body that could make a man beg. She was wearing a vibrant red bikini that perfectly accentuated her curves, her dark skin glistening with sweat in the hot sun. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she strolled along the beach, the sand crunching beneath her feet.
We struck up a conversation, and I quickly learned that Priya was a free spirit, unafraid to speak her mind and live life on her own terms. I was captivated by her confidence and her beauty, and I knew that I had to have her.
We spent the day together, exploring the beaches and the local markets, and as the sun began to set, I knew that it was time to make my move. I invited Priya back to my hotel room for a drink, and she accepted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Priya pounced, pressing her lips against mine in a passionate kiss. I could feel the heat radiating off of her body as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer.
I ran my hands over her curves, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. I traced the outline of her bikini top, teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. Priya moaned, her breath hot against my neck.
I slipped my hand beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms, feeling the wetness of her arousal. She was ready for me, and I couldn’t wait any longer.
