It was a crisp morning in the Colorado mountains as Indira, a stunning Indian woman with raven hair and curves in all the right places, set out on a solo hike. She was an avid outdoorswoman, and the rugged beauty of the mountains always called to her. As she climbed higher, her heart pounded with exertion and excitement.
Lost in her thoughts, Indira didn’t notice the figure approaching from behind until it was too late. She whirled around, startled, to find herself face to face with a handsome stranger. He was tall, muscular, and tanned, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her.
“I’m sorry if I scared you,” he said in a deep, velvety voice. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that.”
Indira caught her breath, her heart still racing but for a different reason now. There was something about this man that made her pulse quicken and her skin tingle. She took a step back, her eyes trailing over his broad shoulders and muscular chest.
“It’s okay,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure. “I didn’t hear you coming.”
They stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. Indira couldn’t help but notice the bulge in the stranger’s pants, and she felt a sudden surge of desire. She bit her lip, wondering if he was thinking the same thing.
Without a word, the stranger closed the distance between them, his eyes locked on Indira’s. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Indira’s breath hitched as his fingers trailed down her cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from hers.
Indira’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her like that, with such raw desire and longing. She leaned in, closing the distance between them, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
The stranger’s tongue delved into her mouth, exploring every inch. Indira moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him. She could feel his hard length pressing into her, and she couldn’t help but rub against him, desperate for more.
The stranger’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her ass and squeezing gently. Indira gasped as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel the heat building between them, the tension coiling tight.
With a growl, the stranger carried her to a nearby boulder, laying her down gently on the soft moss that covered it. He knelt between her legs, his eyes dark with desire.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Indira nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wanted him, needed him, with a desperation she had never felt before.
The stranger’s fingers found her core, slick with desire. He circled her clit, teasing and tantalizing, before plunging deep inside her. Indira cried out, her back arching off the boulder as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
But the stranger wasn’t done yet. He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Indira moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice strained.
Indira nodded, her heart racing. She was more than ready.
The stranger thrust deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. Indira cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. He set a fast, punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers as he drove deeper and deeper.
Indira’s orgasm built quickly, her muscles clenching around him as she neared the edge. She could feel the tension coiling tight, the pleasure building to a fever pitch.
With a cry, she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. The stranger groaned, his own release following close behind. He collapsed on top of her, his breath hot and heavy against her neck.
They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, before the stranger pulled back, a
smile on his face.
“Wow,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Indira grinned, her body still humming with pleasure.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “Wow.”
They got dressed, their bodies still tingling with the aftermath of their passion. Indira couldn’t believe what had just happened, but she knew one thing for sure: she wanted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
