Radhika was a stunning brunette woman, with a perfect body that was the envy of all who saw her. Her curves were in all the right places, and her breasts were full and firm, with dark nipples that begged to be touched. She was of Indian descent, with olive skin that glowed with health and vitality.
Radhika was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to go after it. She had a confidence that was both attractive and intimidating, and she wasn’t shy about using her sexuality to get what she wanted.
One evening, Radhika was home alone, lounging on her couch in nothing but a silk robe. She was bored and restless, and she decided to do something about it. She slipped off her robe, revealing her perfect body in all its glory. She ran her hands over her curves, feeling the heat of her own touch.
Radhika’s mind began to wander as she touched herself. She thought about the men she had been with, and the things they had done to her. She thought about the things she wanted to try, but had never had the chance.
As she lay there, touching herself, she heard a knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, but she got up and answered it anyway.
Standing at the door was a man she had never seen before. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Radhika felt a jolt of electricity run through her body as she looked at him.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I was just passing by, and I saw you through the window,” the man said, his voice smooth and deep. “I couldn’t help but stop.”
