Steamy Mumbai Affair: A True Tale of Passion and Desire

“You’re in pain,” he insisted. “Let me at least rub some Iodex on it.”

She hesitated, then nodded. He grabbed the balm, his hands trembling as he knelt beside her. She lay on her stomach, her nighty riding up to reveal smooth, creamy thighs. He started at her calves, his fingers gliding over her skin, warm and impossibly soft. “Higher,” she murmured, her voice husky.

He moved to her thighs, the nighty inching up further, his pulse hammering. Her breathing grew shallow, a soft moan escaping her lips. “My back,” she whispered, and he slid the fabric higher, exposing the curve of her hips, the delicate lace of her panties. His hands worked the balm into her skin, each touch igniting a spark. Her moans grew louder, less about pain, more about pleasure.

The air was electric, heavy with want. His fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and she didn’t stop him. Emboldened, he slipped them down, revealing the perfect swell of her hips. She arched slightly, inviting more. He leaned in, his lips grazing her skin, tasting the heat of her. She gasped, her body trembling under his touch.