He sat at a desk in the darkened classroom of his architecture class, viewing on the wall the projected slide of a large, beautiul temple in a minor town in the south of India, with mountains rising in the distance, and town apartments sprawled around the temple. The professor noted that the photographer took the photo from the roof of a nearby cheap hotel. He imagined himself on the roof of that hotel, observing the town, and all the somewhat decrepit buildings who had been captured in the photo along with the temple. His attention drawn to the buildings surrounding the temple, he was taken by the shabbiness that, in contrast with the exquisite temple, emphasized their this-worldliness. Looking at a building not quite adjoining the temple, he saw the face of a figure, which. when he paid closer attention, was the face of a young teenaged woman. He wondered if she realized that day, early in the morning, that her image would be captured and magnified, captured and transported to the classroom where he sat in contemplation of it. The lecture turned into a dull monotonous drone, and in the classroom completely darkened except for the image of the slide, his thoughts began to wander as he was drawn into the image and the woman he saw. He wondered how she would feel if she knew he were thinking of her. He wondered how she would feel if he were beside her that morning as she woke and looked out the window. If she woke to find him lying next to her, running his fingers through her long, jet black hair, or feeling the softness of her cheeks and neck with his wet lips, running his fingers along the soft curves of her body and bellybutton. He imagined lying behind her as she slept on her side, running an arm around her, underneath her neck, through her soft hair, and letting his hand rest cupping a breast. He felt the gentle heaving of her chest as she slowly took her sleeping breaths, her chest gently heaving, rubbing her nipple back and forth against his hand, slowly getting hard as it did so. He rolled her over and pulled the sheet off of her body, surprised to find her fully naked, her beautiful body and tits and pubic hair innocently displayed on her sleeping body. He ran a hand between her legs, pulling them slightly apart as he felt his dick rise in his jeans. She began to rouse, breathing erratically, her eyelids starting to flicker. He places his lips on hers, sucking gently, running his tongue in and out of the wetness of her sweet mouth. At first she was seized with surprise, her muscles jerking below him as she woke to find him there. At first she started to pull away and close her legs, but as his finger pushed into the dripping wet mound of her pussy, she let out a small moan, half pleasure, half surprise, and let him push it all the way in. He kissed her harder, deeper, grabbing a tit, fondling it, feeling his dick grow rock hard. One finger, two fingers... her cunt was extremely tight but dripping wet, and her moans, growing ever louder, let him know she was thrilled. He rolled over between her legs and took his dick out of his jeans, and pushed the head of his dick into her hairy wet mount. He let out a gasp of delight as just the tip of his dick enjoyed the sensations of the wetness of her pussy and the fuzziness of her hair. He grasped her shoulder with one hand, and laid the other arm across the side of her body, grabbing a tit as he raised his ass and prepared to shove his dick into her pussy. He thrusted it in inch by inch into the excruciatingly tight pussy, her juices dripping all over him. As she moaned and gasped louder and louder, he kissed her hard and used his tight grip to shake her body for emphasis. When his dick was all the way in, he thrusted into her as hard as he could, stretching her pussy to its thrillingly pleasurable limits. Fuck after fuck, her moans, her tight cunt, her hot juices, her inflated, hard nippled, her moans, turned him on more and more, and when he finally came, her tight cunt sucked every last bit of cum out of his body as he gasped and heaved, feeling her soft hair against his body, her soft tits, her sweet lips and skin... he fucked her and fucked her as he came, breathing in every bit of her womanhood as he filled her cunt deep with cum. He rolled off her, thoroughly satisifed, calm, relaxed, and looked into her eyes. He couldn't speak to her, of course, not knowing the dialect of the region... but, his arms around her, running up and down her belly, over her tits, her hairy mound, and occasionally into her dripping pussy, he looked into her deep brown loving eyes, and they smiled.