The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a brilliant array of pinks, oranges, and purples. High up in the mountains, a solitary log cabin stood as a beacon of warmth and comfort against the rapidly cooling air. Inside, a woman named Priya moved about, her long, dark hair cascading down her bare back in waves as she lit candles and prepared for an evening of solitude.
Priya, an Indian woman in her late twenties, was known for her lush figure and her perfectly round, firm ass. She had come to the mountains to escape the hustle and bustle of city life, and to find some peace and quiet in nature’s embrace. As she moved about the cabin, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom and liberation that she had never experienced before.
As the evening wore on, Priya found herself growing more and more restless. She had brought a book with her, but found that she couldn’t concentrate on the words. Instead, her mind kept wandering to thoughts of carnal pleasure and sinful delights. She felt a deep, pulsing ache between her legs, and knew that she needed to release the tension that had been building up inside of her.
With a wicked grin, Priya decided to indulge in a little self-pleasure. She slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, and stood before the mirror, admiring her own reflection. Her dark eyes were heavy-lidded with desire, and her full lips were parted in anticipation. She reached out and cupped her own breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they stood at attention.
Priya’s fingers trailed down her stomach, stopping to tease the tiny patch of hair above her pussy. She was already wet, her juices flowing freely down her thighs. She spread her legs wider, giving herself a better view of the glistening pink flesh between her legs. She began to rub slow circles around her clit, moaning softly as the pleasure began to build.
Suddenly, she heard a noise outside. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered if someone had stumbled upon her cabin. She moved to the window, peering out into the darkness. She saw nothing but the shadows of the trees, and the twinkling of the stars above.
But then, she heard it again. A soft, barely audible whisper on the wind. She strained her ears, trying to make out what was being said. And then, she heard it again.
“Priya…Priya, I’m here.”
Her heart racing, Priya quickly dressed and went outside to investigate. She looked around, but saw no one. And then, she heard the whisper again, this time closer.
“Priya…come with me.”
She followed the sound of the voice, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, she saw him. A man, tall and rugged, with piercing blue eyes and a mischievous grin. He was dressed in all black, and he seemed to blend in with the shadows of the night.
“Who are you?” Priya asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m the one who’s been watching you,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I’ve seen the way you move, the way you touch yourself. And I have to say, I’m quite intrigued.”
Priya felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew that she should be scared, but instead, she felt a deep, primal desire. She wanted this man, this stranger, to take her right here in the mountains.
“I want you,” she said, her voice bold and confident.
“And I want you,” he replied, closing the distance between them.
He reached out and took her face in his hands, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. And then, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips hot and demanding against her own.
Priya moaned as his tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly, and she knew that she had to have him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He sucked and bit at her nipples, his hands roaming over her body. Priya gasped as he slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing slow circles around her clit.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
He dropped to his knees, his tongue snaking out to taste her juices. Priya moaned as he licked and sucked at her clit, her legs shaking with pleasure. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“I want you inside of me,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need.
He stood up, his cock hard and ready. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, rolling it onto his length. And then, he entered her, his cock filling her completely.
Priya moaned as he began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She could feel the pleasure building up inside of her, coiling tight in her belly.
He reached down and grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh. He lifted her up, his cock still buried deep inside of her. And then, he began to fuck her harder, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove himself deeper and deeper.
Priya moaned, her head thrown back as she surrendered to the pleasure. She could feel herself on the verge of release, her body trembling with need. And then, with one final thrust, she came, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
He followed soon after, his cock twitching inside of her as he came. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
And then, they pulled apart, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They dressed in silence, their eyes locked on each other. And then, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the night.
Priya watched him go, her heart heavy with longing. She knew that she would never see him again, but she would always remember the passion and pleasure that they had shared in the mountains. And she knew that, no matter where life took her, she would always have that memory to keep her warm on cold, lonely nights.
