In the heart of the wilderness, where the mountains loomed large and the trees stretched endlessly towards the sky, lived a woman of extraordinary beauty. Her name was Anjali, a rich blend of Indian and Scottish heritage, and she had a body that could make even the most devout of men stray from their paths. Her curves were voluptuous, her skin a warm golden hue, and her ass, oh her ass, was the stuff of legends.
Anjali had a secret – she loved to skinny dip in the crystal-clear lake that lay nestled between the mountains. And on this particular day, she had decided to indulge herself. As she stood on the edge of the water, her heart pounded in anticipation, her nerves tingling with excitement. She glanced around, making sure she was alone, before she slowly began to undress.
First, she slipped off her shoes, letting them drop to the soft earth beneath her feet. Next came her dress, pooling around her ankles like a puddle of silk. She stood there for a moment, her body bared to the world, her full breasts heaving with each breath she took. And then, with a wicked grin, she turned and ran towards the water, her curves jiggling with each step she took.
As she waded into the lake, the cool water lapping at her ankles, she let out a sigh of pure pleasure. The water felt like silk against her skin, and she reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly free. She swam out further, her body slicing through the water with ease, until she was far enough from the shore that she couldn’t be seen.
It was then that she heard the footsteps.
At first, she thought she must be imagining things. But the sound grew louder, and she knew that she wasn’t alone. She turned, her heart pounding in her chest, and saw him standing there.
His name was Lachlan, a ruggedly handsome Scot who had come to the wilderness to escape the confines of civilization. His eyes were dark and smoldering, and he drank in the sight of Anjali with a hunger that made her shiver.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
But Anjali knew that he wasn’t sorry at all. She could see the desire burning in his eyes, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She swam closer to him, her body slick with water, and looked him up and down.
“I’m not sorry either,” she said, her voice husky with want.
Lachlan didn’t need any further invitation. He waded into the water, his eyes locked on Anjali’s, and closed the distance between them. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
Their lips met in a kiss that was fierce and hungry, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. Anjali moaned as Lachlan’s hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing patterns of pleasure on her skin.
He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she gasped at the sensation. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.
Lachlan was more than happy to oblige. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. Anjali arched her back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Lachlan’s hands continued to explore her body, his fingers dipping between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He stroked her clit, and Anjali’s knees buckled, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Lachlan didn’t need any further encouragement. He guided her down to the soft sand at the bottom of the lake, his body covering hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, as he entered her.
Their lovemaking was fierce and wild, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Anjali cried out as Lachlan thrust deep inside her, her nails digging into his back.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, as they moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time. Anjali’s orgasm built inside her, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her.
And then, with a final thrust, Lachlan sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body trembling with pleasure, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Lachlan held her close, his own orgasm following close behind. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, as the two of them lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
As they lay there, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the wilderness. Anjali knew that they would have to leave soon, that they couldn’t stay there forever.
But for now, they were alone, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. And for now, that was enough.
