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 figure stood at the edge of a cliff, her dark hair billowing in the wind. She was nude, her body bathed in the fading light, her curves accentuated by the shadows. Her ass was full and round, a perfect canvas for the hands of a lover.
She was an Indian woman, a babe of the mountains, and she had come here seeking solitude. But she would find something else entirely.
He came upon her as she stood there, a stranger, a wanderer. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He approached her slowly, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am a traveler, like you,” he replied, his voice deep and rich. “I was drawn to this place by its beauty.”
She nodded, understanding. This place was special, sacred. They stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the beauty of the mountains, the sky, and each other.
He reached out and touched her shoulder, his fingers trailing down her arm. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin. He pulled her close, his arms encircling her waist, and she leaned back into him, her heart pounding in her chest.
He began to kiss her neck, his lips soft and warm against her skin. She closed her eyes, her head falling back against his shoulder. He trailed kisses down her back, his hands exploring her body, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him close for a kiss. Their lips met, and she moaned, her body pressed against his.
He picked her up, his hands cupping her ass, and carried her to a nearby blanket, laid out under the stars. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers, his hard cock pressed against her thigh.
He began to kiss her again, his lips moving down her body, his tongue tracing a path from her lips to her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a line down her stomach, to the apex of her thighs.
He began to lick her pussy, his tongue flicking at her clit, his fingers exploring her wet folds. She moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked and licked her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, driving her wild.
She came hard, her body shaking, her moans echoing in the mountains. He continued to lick and suck her pussy, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
He moved up her body, his cock pressing against her entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into his back.
He began to fuck her, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. He reached down and grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh.
She moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building deep inside her. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass, his moans mingling with hers.
She came again, her body shaking, her moans echoing in the mountains. He followed her, his cock twitching inside her, his cum filling her pussy.
They lay there, their bodies spent, their hearts beating as one. The mountains watched over them, silent sentinels, bearers of their secret.
As the night wore on, they explored each other’s bodies, their hands and mouths never straying far from each other. They fucked in every position, their pleasure mounting with each thrust, each lick, each moan.
And as the sun began to rise, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating together. The mountains looked on, their secret safe, their love eternal.
The end.
