The night air was thick with the scent of rain as Kiran stepped out of the office building, the cold wind brushing against the bare skin of her neck exposed by her deep neckline t-shirt. At 26, she was a woman on the prowl, her full, rounded breasts straining against the fabric as she walked, the outline of her nipples clearly visible.

She had always had a penchant for wearing clothes that hugged her in all the right places, and tonight was no different. The tight pants she had on outlined the curves of her hips and ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. The breakup with her boyfriend had left her craving something more primal, something that would fill the void he had left behind.