Whispers in the Mountains

It was a crisp autumn day in the Himalayas when I first met her. She was a local woman, with long, dark hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her skin was a warm, golden brown, and she had the most generous ass I had ever seen. She was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at the breathtaking view, and I couldn't help but stare. She must have felt my gaze on her, because she turned around and caught me staring. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but she just smiled and wa