The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pink and orange. High up in the mountains, a solitary figure stood on the edge of a cliff, her dark hair whipping around her face in the wind. She was nude, her curves on full display. Her ass, in particular, was full and round, a delicious sight that any red-blooded man would kill to have beneath him.
She was not alone, however. A few feet behind her, a man watched her with unabashed desire. He was a tall, handsome stranger, with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. His gaze was fixed on the woman’s ass, his mind filled with filthy thoughts.
He approached her slowly, his footsteps quiet on the soft grass. She didn’t hear him coming, not until he was right behind her. His hands rested on her hips, pulling her back against him. She gasped, her body tensing at his touch.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Just a traveler passing through,” he replied, his lips brushing against her ear. “But I couldn’t resist the sight of you up here, all alone.”
His hands moved up, cupping her breasts. She moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He took advantage of her position, his lips finding her neck. He kissed and nibbled at her skin, his hands exploring her body.
She turned in his arms, her eyes meeting his. Her gaze was filled with desire, her lips parted in a silent invitation. He didn’t need any more encouragement. His lips found hers, his tongue delving into her mouth.
Their kiss was passionate, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her hard nipples against his chest, her hips grinding against his. His cock was rock hard, straining against his pants.
He broke the kiss, his lips moving down to her neck. He licked and sucked at her skin, leaving a trail of kisses down to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at it gently. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He continued his assault on her breasts, switching between them. His hands moved down, cupping her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh, his cock twitching at the thought of being buried deep inside her.
But first, he needed to prepare her. He knelt down behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks apart. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her body tensing.
He licked and sucked at her hole, getting it wet and ready for his cock. She moaned, her hips rocking back and forth. He slipped a finger inside her, testing her tightness. She was ready, more than ready.
He stood up, his cock springing free from his pants. He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her wet hole. She moaned, pushing back against him.
He slid inside her, inch by inch. She was tight, her muscles gripping him like a vice. He groaned, his head falling back. He started to move, his hips thrusting forward.
She moaned, her hands braced against the rocks. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
Their moans echoed through the mountains, drowning out the sound of the wind. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and pinched at it, sending her over the edge.
She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure. He followed soon after, his cock twitching as he filled her up.
They collapsed together, their bodies spent. The sun had set, the sky now a deep shade of purple. The mountains watched over them, silent witnesses to their passion.
The stranger pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard. He helped her to her feet, his arms wrapping around her. They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
She smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “No, thank you.”
They dressed in silence, their bodies still humming with pleasure. The stranger left first, disappearing into the darkness. The woman watched him go, a wistful smile on her lips.
She turned back to the mountains, her heart filled with a sense of peace. She knew she would never forget this night, this stranger, this passion.
The mountains watched as she walked away, their silence a testament to the secrets they held. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of sex and desire.
And far away, in a small town nestled in the valley below, a man lay in bed, his mind filled with filthy thoughts. He had heard the whispers, the moans, the cries of passion.
He knew he would have to find the source of those sounds, to experience that passion for himself.
And so, the game began.
