It was a hot summer evening, and the air was thick with anticipation. I was in the kitchen, making myself a drink, when I heard the front door open and close. In walked Shanti, a stunning Indian woman with a beautiful front Indian tattoo that snaked up her toned arm. She was a vision of beauty and mystery, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race at the sight of her.
Shanti smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I thought I might find you in here,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my cool. “Just making a drink,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Shanti moved closer to me, her hips swaying hypnotically. She reached out and traced a finger along the edge of my glass, her touch sending shivers down my spine. “I have something better in mind,” she said, her eyes locked on mine.
Without another word, Shanti leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I responded eagerly, my hands reaching up to tangle in her long, dark hair. She tasted of sweet wine and spices, and I couldn’t get enough.
As we kissed, Shanti’s hands began to explore my body. She ran her fingers over my chest, teasing my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I moaned softly, my body responding to her touch.
Shanti broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. She nibbled at my earlobe, her hot breath sending waves of pleasure through me. I reached down, my hands sliding under her skirt. I cupped her ass, pulling her closer to me.
Shanti gasped as she felt my hard cock pressing against her. She ground her hips against me, her movements becoming more urgent. I could feel her wetness through her panties, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I slid Shanti’s panties to the side, my fingers finding her wet and ready. I stroked her clit gently, teasing her. She moaned, her head falling back. “Please,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I picked Shanti up, setting her on the kitchen counter. I pulled her skirt up, exposing her bare pussy. She was smooth and wet, and I couldn’t wait to taste her.
I knelt down in front of her, my tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. Shanti moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. I licked and sucked at her clit, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
As I feasted on Shanti’s pussy, I slipped a finger inside her. She was tight and hot, and I knew she was close. I curled my finger, finding that spot inside her that drove her wild. Shanti cried out, her body convulsing in orgasm.
I stood up, my cock throbbing with need. Shanti reached down, stroking me gently. She licked her lips, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock sliding in easily. Shanti moaned, her muscles tightening around me. I began to move, thrusting deeper and harder.
We moved together, our bodies slick with sweat. Shanti’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive. I reached up, tweaking them gently. Shanti moaned, her pussy clenching around me.
I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening. Shanti must have sensed it, because she started to moan louder, her pussy tightening around me. I thrust deeper, harder, and then I was coming, my hot cum filling her.
Shanti cried out, her own orgasm washing over her. We collapsed together, our bodies spent and satisfied.
We lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy. Shanti looked up at me, her eyes soft. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
I smiled, my body still humming with pleasure. “Yes, it was,” I said, my fingers tracing the outline of her tattoo.
It was a night I would never forget, a passionate encounter with a woman who had captured my heart and my body. And as I looked into Shanti’s eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning.
