Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

Meera stood near the pool, sipping her vodka. The party was loud Shankar is in some meeting inside. She felt bored and restless. Her eyes wandered to the side and landed on the game room Shankar had shown her during her previous visit. The door was slightly ajar, and through the transparent glass panel, she could see flickering lights from a projector.

Maybe some video games will distract me, she thought.
She walked over quietly, the high slit of her one-shouldered red dress flashing her smooth thigh with every step. She gently pushed the door open and peeked inside.
The room was dimly lit, the main light coming from the large projector screen. What she saw made her freeze.
On the screen was an explicit porn scene. She got shocked and she looked away and she found.. A pretty Asian girl with smooth skin and perky breasts was riding an African-origin man in cowgirl position. The man was lying back, his dark, muscular body glistening with sweat. The girl was bouncing on his thick cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, mouth open in a silent moan. Her breasts jiggled wildly with each downward thrust. The man’s large hands were gripping her waist, then moving up to roughly squeeze and maul her bouncing tits.


Meera’s breath caught in her throat. She stood there, unable to look away immediately. The raw, intense fucking on screen was hypnotic. The man’s strong hands kneaded the girl’s breasts, pinching her nipples. A very visible anchor tattoo on the back of his right hand stood out clearly under the projector light as he played with her body.
Meera felt a sudden heat between her legs. She felt like having a pain on her nipple seeing how he caressed that Asian girl's nipples. Her stick-on bra suddenly felt tighter against her hardening nipples. She took a quiet step back, careful not to make noise. Neither the man nor the girl on screen had noticed her. She slowly closed the door and stepped away, her heart racing.


She walked back toward the pool area and stood near the lift, trying to calm herself. But her mind kept replaying the scene — the Asian girl riding that thick black cock, the man’s tattooed hand squeezing her breasts, the pure lust on their faces. It reminded her of how Shankar and Vikram’s circle operated. The images refused to leave her head.
Just then, the lift dinged.
The doors opened, and out stepped Prem and Shalini. Prem’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Meera in her daring red dress.
“Meera! Looking absolutely ravishing tonight,” Prem said with his signature charming smile, his gaze openly roaming over her deep cleavage, bare shoulder, and exposed thigh.


Prem’s eyes were devouring her openly. His gaze moved slowly from her deep cleavage, down the curve of her waist, to the high slit that showed most of her smooth thigh. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. Shalini was right there beside him, yet Prem stared at Meera with raw hunger.
Meera felt a strange mix of emotions — pity for Prem, who had such a hot girlfriend yet couldn’t stop staring at her, and a quiet pride in her own beauty. The one-shouldered red dress was doing its job perfectly tonight.

Shalini and Prem were both quite drunk now. They were arguing over something silly — who had drunk more, or some forgotten joke from earlier. Their voices grew louder, playful but tipsy.
Suddenly, Prem laughed and gave Shalini a light, dramatic push.
Shalini lost her balance near the edge. With a loud splash, she fell backward into the pool.
For a second, Meera thought it was just drunken play. But Shalini was flailing, sinking, and not coming up quickly. Whether acting or genuinely struggling in her drunk state, it looked dangerous.