In the remote foothills of the Indian Himalayas, where the air is thin and the only sounds are the gentle rustling of the wind and the distant echo of a rushing river, lived a woman named Anjali. She was a striking figure, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back, and a body that was both strong and voluptuous. Her most striking feature, however, was her buttocks – two round, firm globes that seemed to defy gravity and drew the gaze of any man who crossed her path.
One day, as Anjali was out gathering firewood in the forest, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned to see a handsome young man, with deep-set eyes and a chiseled jaw, approaching her. She recognized him as Ravi, the son of the local chieftain, who had been away for many months, fighting in a distant war.
“Anjali,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I have missed you.”
Anjali felt a flutter in her chest. She had always had a soft spot for Ravi, but she had never dared to act on her feelings. She was a simple village girl, and he was a prince.
But now, as she looked into his eyes, she saw a hunger that matched her own. Without a word, she dropped the firewood and took his hand, leading him deeper into the forest.
They found a secluded spot, nestled among the trees, where the sun filtered through the leaves and cast dappled shadows on the ground. Anjali turned to face Ravi, her heart pounding in her chest.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her, his lips hot and insistent. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
Ravi’s hands began to wander, tracing a path down Anjali’s body, lingering on her curves, and finally settling on her buttocks. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a moan from Anjali.
“I have always wanted to do this,” he whispered, as he slid his hands under her skirt and pulled her panties down.
Anjali stepped out of them, her heart racing, and turned to face the trees. She heard Ravi unzip his pants, and then felt his hard cock pressing against her.
He entered her slowly, filling her, stretching her, as she gripped the bark of a tree to steady herself. He began to thrust, his hips slapping against her buttocks, the sound echoing through the forest.
Anjali pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with one of her own, moaning with pleasure.
“Fuck, Anjali, you’re so tight,” Ravi groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
Anjali reached between her legs and began to rub her clit, her orgasm building, her moans growing louder.
“Yes, Ravi, yes, harder,” she cried, as she came, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Ravi followed soon after, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied himself with a groan.
They stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before Ravi pulled out and they both dressed.
Anjali looked at him, her eyes shining with happiness.
“I have always wanted this,” she whispered.
Ravi smiled and took her hand.
“And I have always wanted you,” he replied.
As they walked back to the village, arm in arm, the wind rustled through the trees, whispering their secret to the mountains.
