Priya was already exhausted when she entered the apartment in Downtown Los Angeles. Her body had drenched in the sweat of heatwave that has been hitting Los Angeles. She started removing her uniform by placing her handgun on the living room drawer. She unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her perfectly round 36DD breasts which have at least half an inch of nipples in normal state. She went straight for the bathroom and turned on the Bathtub. Pants and panties came down next exposing her clean-shaven pussy except for a thin line of a landing strip.
Priya looked through her open windows in the bedroom wondering about the heatwave passing through Los Angeles. It has been a hot day with a slight breeze. She decided to pull down the curtain not wanting to give a free show to her neighbours. Priya has a perfect body for Indian Punjabi girl of 29 years old. She had developed into a woman. Girls of her community had married and have kids but her job was to found dead bodies day in and out. Priya was the leading homicide directive at LPD is not Hollywood division. Priya immersed herself in the cold water to give some relief to her sore body parts while thinking about how her day has unravelled.
Her prime suspect on the case of death of a young woman, who was sitting in the investigation room complimented her body and offered to have sex with her. In her 5 years as a homicide detective, she had encountered meaning men and even women Ogling her breasts under vulturous body covered in a suit but none of those suspects had offered to have sex with her. Thinking about the conversation and the suspect, her hands automatically started edging her pussy.
Priya sighed only to look at her breasts. She always considered them as an occupational hazard as they make her difficult to run while catching the suspects in the chase. She remembered how she had to fuck her trainer in the police academy to pass through every physical test that contained movement of your upper body. One of her hands now had left the vulva and started working on the breasts.
Priya longed for her sex partner, Patrick. Pat was ex-military at six feet tall and 200 Pounds weight, he was Priya's no-frills sex partner. But the later part of the description as a sex partner has long gone now. Pat now had gotten into a relationship with a girl from her workplace and sex has dried up. For Priya, being in a committed relationship was unthinkable, as she was bought up with the constant fights of parents in her childhood. She vowed not to marry and decided to join the police to which will automatically shoo away all the potential brides in her community.
As the sun settled down and Golden gate bridge hummed her sound through the windows of her apartment, Priya peed in her bathtub releasing golden sprouts of urine. She chuckled about this peculiar habit of peeing in her bathtub after cleaning. But her bath rituals are pending. She drained her bathtub and turned on the shower, thinking about one of those days when Pat sucked her pussy while peed in the tub. As she turned on the shower and rubbed her breasts, she thought of someone who would be too strong enough to satisfy her urging feelings.
Priya turned off her shower knob and exited her bathroom, still naked on to the living room with droplets of water fighting to stick to her labia. She went to the windows, placing her hands on the rails, looking through the crowded city. She liked window dressing, showing off her body to the unsuspected stranger on the street, but her neighbour on the next building always complimented her mammoth buttocks. Today he too was missing. With another sigh of breath, she closed down the window and moved to sit on the sofa making an impression of her lovely butts in the leather cover. She proceeded to keep both of legs on to the cocktail table, to open her pussy. A lovely sight and an invitation, for anyone who dared to ask her out.
