My name is Mandy, an NRI who moved back to India for higher studies a few years ago. I'm 5 feet 6 inches and fair. I have size 38 C boobs and a nice figure, curvy in the right places. I have a secret side that none of my friends know about. I'm incredibly kinky and horny most of the time and I have a secret desire to be caught nude by a horny man. I find rough Indian men the hottest, they look like they would become animalistic when they make love.
This incident happened a year ago. I was living in a working women's PG in Mumbai. I lived in a single room, so I could touch myself whenever I wanted. Opposite the PG there was an apartment building which faced my window directly. Every night, a man would come outside near the gate and speak on the phone. He would talk loudly about his exploits and all the sluts he slept with and what he would like to do to women. At first, I found this annoying, but soon I would find myself listening to his loud conversations. I lived on the first floor, so I could see him clearly from my window as he walked around talking. He was darkish brown and looked rough and lower class. His English was not particularly good. He was only wearing his undershirt and shorts and his chest was slightly hairy and he had an average build. His conversations about the things he wanted to do to women would always make me wet and I would end up touching myself while listening to him. I knew that if he had the chance, he would fuck me without a second thought.
Sometimes, I would wear tight T-shirts and tweak my nipples till they were very hard and go out onto my balcony and put out clothes. I would hang my sexy lingerie slowly and then go back inside and touch myself knowing he glimpsed my hard nipples.
One night, when I heard him outside my window talking on the phone, I switched off all the lights in my room and opened the window slightly to be able to see him. I stripped completely naked and started pinching my nipples in the dark in front of the window. If he looked at the slightly open part of my window, he would see me naked, touching myself while staring at his face. I had many satisfied orgasms doing this for many nights. One night, while I was touching myself watching him talk, I started to moan slightly because he was talking about the sex he had once had with a slutty girl. I finally came and as I was moaning I looked out the window and saw him staring at me touching my naked body. I suddenly froze, and I heard him say goodbye and cut his call. We were both silent for a few seconds before he said, "Come down". I wanted to run and hide but a part of my brain out of my control made me stand up, put on a tight t-shirt and some pants and go downstairs onto the street in front of the gate where he was standing.
I was both scared and turned on, I couldn't believe what I was doing. When I was in front of him, he moved very close to me and whispered "I've seen you many times, you slut. You like hearing me talk, don't you? Don't deny it." I looked at him with wide, nervous eyes as he looked at me up to down, stripping me in his mind. He seemed very confident. He smiled and said "You need a good fucking. I'll make you my bitch. You know you want it." I didn't respond, only looked at the ground. Suddenly I gasped as I felt a finger swipe against my left nipple, making it harden immediately.
