Whispers in the Mountain Air

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