The sun dipped below the horizon as Anjali made her way up the mountain trail, the cool evening air brushing against her bare skin. She was nude, her bronze body glowing in the fading light, her curves accentuated by the physical exertion of the climb. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, catching the wind like a wild horse. Her heart pounded in her chest, not just from the exertion, but from the thrill of being so exposed, so free.
She reached the peak and turned to take in the view, her breath catching in her throat as she saw him there, watching her. He was a stranger, a ruggedly handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jaw. His gaze was intense, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.
Anjali felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she walked towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically. He reached out and traced a finger down her arm, making her shiver with anticipation.
“I could watch you all night,” he said, his voice low and seductive.
Anjali smiled, her heart pounding faster. She closed the distance between them, her body pressed against his. She could feel his arousal, hot and hard against her stomach.
“I could watch you too,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. And then he was kissing her, his lips rough and demanding against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his as they explored each other’s mouths.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. He took advantage, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He was huge, thick and long, and she stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in her hand.
He growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he spun her around. She gasped, her hands bracing against a rock as he pressed up against her, his cock nestled between her cheeks.
He ground against her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, her head falling back as pleasure built inside her.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached down, his fingers finding her entrance. He circled her clit, making her gasp, before sliding a finger inside her.
She was wet, her body ready for him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her. And then he was pushing inside her, his cock filling her completely.
She cried out, her body adjusting to his size. He paused, giving her time to adjust before starting to move.
He was slow at first, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t long before he was pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
She moaned, her fingers digging into the rock as pleasure consumed her. She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the sound of their moans and gasps.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her body moving in time with his.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge.
She came hard, her body shaking as pleasure consumed her. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed her over the edge.
They stood there, panting and sweaty, as the mountains watched in silence. And in that moment, they were the only two people in the world.
