The brunette woman, whom everyone called Mountain Madeline, stood at the edge of the cliff, her dark hair whipping around her face as she gazed out at the vast expanse of the Indian Himalayas. Her sun-kissed skin glowed against the stark white of the snow-capped peaks, and her curves were accentuated by the thin layer of goosebumps that covered her body. She was nude, her voluptuous figure on display for anyone who dared to venture this high. But there was no one around for miles.
Behind her, a soft rustling sound caught her attention. She turned to see a young Indian woman, her dark hair in loose curls around her shoulders, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. She was dressed in traditional Indian clothing, a bright red sari that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. Her eyes travelled down the length of Madeline’s body, taking in every inch of her.
“Who are you?” the Indian woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I am Madeline,” she replied, her voice low and sultry. “And you are?”
“I am Priya,” she said, taking a step forward. “I saw you from the village below. I had to come see for myself if the rumors were true.”
Madeline raised an eyebrow. “And what rumors would those be?”
Priya blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. “That you…that you make love to the mountains.”
Madeline laughed, a deep, throaty sound that echoed through the valley. “And what if I do?”
Priya took another step forward, her eyes never leaving Madeline’s. “Then show me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Madeline’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached out and took Priya’s hand, leading her to the edge of the cliff. She turned Priya to face the mountains, her body pressed against the Indian woman’s, her breasts pressing into Priya’s back. She wrapped her arms around Priya’s waist, her hands caressing the soft skin of her stomach.
Priya gasped as she felt Madeline’s lips on her neck, her teeth gently nibbling on the sensitive skin. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to Madeline, her heart pounding in her chest. Madeline’s hands travelled upwards, cupping Priya’s breasts, her thumbs flicking over the hard nubs of her nipples.
“Do you feel that, Priya?” Madeline whispered in her ear. “That’s the mountains, whispering to us.”
Priya moaned, her head falling back onto Madeline’s shoulder as the other woman’s lips travelled down her neck, her chest, her breasts. Madeline’s fingers found Priya’s nipples, pinching and twisting them until the Indian woman was writhing in pleasure.
Madeline’s hand travelled down Priya’s stomach, her fingers finding the wet heat between the Indian woman’s legs. She slipped a finger inside, feeling Priya’s muscles clench around her. She added a second finger, pumping them in and out as Priya moaned and gasped, her hips bucking against Madeline’s hand.
Madeline’s other hand snaked around Priya’s waist, finding the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. She rubbed circles around it, feeling Priya’s pleasure build until she was on the brink of release.
“Come for me, Priya,” Madeline whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Come for the mountains.”
Priya screamed, her orgasm ripping through her as Madeline continued to finger her, her fingers slipping in and out of Priya’s wet pussy. Madeline’s other hand never stopped rubbing circles around Priya’s clit, drawing out the Indian woman’s pleasure until she was limp in Madeline’s arms.
Madeline withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips and licking Priya’s juices off them. Priya watched, her eyes wide with wonder, as Madeline savored her taste.
“You taste like the mountains, Priya,” Madeline said, her voice low and sultry. “Like snow and ice and pure, untouched wilderness.”
Priya smiled, her eyes shining with pleasure and satisfaction. “I think I understand now,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Madeline smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m glad,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “Because I think we’re going to be very good friends.”
And with that, she led Priya back to the village, her body still humming with pleasure and satisfaction. She knew that this was just the beginning of their love affair, their whispers in the mountains.
