The full moon cast its silvery glow upon the vast wilderness, illuminating the towering peaks and dense forests that stretched as far as the eye could see. High up in the mountains, a small log cabin stood as a solitary beacon of warmth and comfort in the chilly night.
Inside the cabin, a woman named Maya reveled in the solitude. She was a striking brunette, with curves that could only be described as voluptuous. Her most notable feature, however, was her generous, round bottom that seemed to have a gravitational pull of its own. She had shed her clothes earlier, now basking in the soft light that filtered through the cabin’s windows, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders and her curves on full display.
Lost in thought, Maya didn’t hear the door creak open, nor the soft footsteps that padded across the wooden floor. It wasn’t until a pair of warm hands gently rested on her shoulders that she startled, letting out a soft gasp.
“I hope I didn’t startle you,” a deep, soothing voice murmured in her ear. Maya turned to see a tall, handsome stranger with dark hair and eyes that seemed to pierce right through her.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, “I didn’t hear you come in.”
The stranger smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. “I couldn’t resist the sight of you, bathed in moonlight. You’re breathtaking.”
Before Maya could respond, the stranger leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. She melted against him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as their tongues danced together.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe and causing her to shiver with pleasure. His hands explored her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples to hard peaks. Maya arched into his touch, her own hands wandering down his chest and abdomen until they reached the bulge in his pants.
With a wicked grin, she freed him from his confines, her fingers wrapping around his hard length. He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him firmly, her thumb swirling over the tip.
Needing no further invitation, the stranger lifted Maya in his arms, carrying her to the nearby bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes roving over her naked form with hunger.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his lips finding hers once more. Maya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.
He trailed kisses down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts before continuing downwards. Maya moaned as his tongue delved between her folds, teasing her clit with expert precision.
With a final flick of his tongue, he plunged inside her, his fingers joining the assault. Maya cried out, her hips bucking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
But the stranger wasn’t done yet. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock before plunging inside her with a groan. Maya gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
He set a steady rhythm, his thrusts growing harder and faster as Maya met him stroke for stroke. Their moans filled the cabin, mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together.
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, they both tumbled over the edge, their release washing over them in a tidal wave of pleasure. They lay tangled together, panting and sated, as the moon continued to shine down upon them.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, trying out different positions and techniques. They lost themselves in each other, the outside world forgotten as they indulged in their desires.
As the sun began to rise, casting the mountains in a warm, golden glow, they lay in each other’s arms, spent and content.
“I never want this night to end,” Maya whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on the stranger’s chest.
He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “Neither do I, but all good things must come to an end.”
But as they dressed and prepared to face the day, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful story. A story born in the wilderness, under the watchful eye of the moon.
