Ansha, a busty Desi

I found myself dressed and standing with Ron outside an apartment down the hallway, having left Jess masturbating on the couch.

"Yes?" Said a woman with a slight Bengali accent, a dark, suspicious eye peering through the crack of the door, the security chain in place.

"Excuse me, Ma'am, could you open the door please?" I asked.

"Oh yes, of course," she agreed, removing the chain and opening the door wide.

"What did you need?" The woman asked as I looked her up and down.

Ron had chosen well. The 30-something woman was gorgeous, her glossy black hair in a long, loose braid that trailed down her back. The plum-colored sweater she wore hugged a massive pair of hooters that looked much too big for her tiny frame. She was clearly uncomfortable at the way Ron and I were staring at them.

"Please excuse us for staring at your tits," I said. "They're incredible so please take it as a compliment and enjoy the attention."

She relaxed and smiled.

"Yes, of course!" She said. "I'm glad you enjoy them! Most men can't help but stare, so of course it's excusable. But you didn'tjust come here to see my tits, did you?"

"No, actually," I admitted. "We need your help. Or rather Ron's girlfriend Jess does. Ron said he thought you lived alone. Is that true?"

"Yes..." she said, hesitant.

"Please think of us as good friends," I said. "I'm Rick, by the way, and you've seen Ron around I'm sure. "

Her brilliant smile returned.

"I'm Ansha!" She gushed. "And yes, I live alone since my divorce last year, but I'm always glad to have friends visit! How can I help your girlfriend, Ron?"

Ron grinned lasciviously and declared: "You can eat her pussy!"

Ansha scowled, horrified.

"You overstep our friendship, Ron!" She seethed. "You digust me! How dare you!"

"Please forgive Ron, Ansha!" I said. "In fact, please forget he said anything!"

Her face flickered through several emotions, then she stared at us, smiling, waiting for an answer to her question.

"She just needs a woman's touch," you explained. "Please lock your door and come with us."

"Of course!" She agreed. "I'll grab my keys!"

She did so, locked up and followed Ron back to his apartment, with me tailing behind.

"Please don't be offended when I say your ass is almost as impressive as your tits, Ansha," I said, admiring the bisected globes in her black slacks.

"Why would I be offended at that?" She asked cheerfully.

"No reason at all!" I said. "Please enjoy any attention I give to your body, including touch!"

"Of course!" She said, then giggled when I grabbed her ass. It really was very nice.

"This is going to be so great!" Ron exclaimed when we got to his front door. I took the opportunity to squeeze Ansha's tits while he opened the door and whispered into her ear.