The brunette woman, clad in nothing but her own skin, stood at the edge of the cliff, her dark hair whipping around her face in the cool mountain breeze. She was an Indian beauty, with curves in all the right places, her hips flaring out seductively from her narrow waist, her buttocks round and firm and generous. She was the essence of femininity, and she knew it.
She felt his presence behind her, the heat of his body warming her back, his breath hot on her neck. He was an older man, with a salt-and-pepper beard and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through her. He was a guest at the mountain lodge where she worked, and they had been flirting shamelessly for days.
His hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her back against him, and she could feel his hardness pressing into her softness. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder, her eyes closing in pleasure.
He nibbled on her earlobe, his tongue darting out to taste her skin, and she shivered in anticipation. His fingers trailed down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, before coming to rest on her inner thighs.
She spread her legs wider, giving him access, and he took advantage, his fingers sliding between her wet folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand, her body begging for more.
He gave it to her, his fingers sliding inside her, fucking her slowly at first, then faster, harder, as she begged for more. She was so wet, so ready for him, and he could wait no longer.
He pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with his cock, sliding into her from behind, filling her up completely. She gasped, her body tensing around him, as he began to thrust, hard and deep, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps and whispers of pleasure carried away by the wind, as they reached for the stars together, their release crashing over them like a wave, leaving them spent and satisfied in each other’s arms.
As they stood there, on the edge of the cliff, their bodies still joined, the cool mountain air caressing their skin, they knew that this was a moment they would never forget, a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a moment that they would cherish forever.
