The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the towering peaks of the Himalayas. Nirupama, a stunning Indian woman with raven hair and curves that could make a saint sin, stood at the edge of a cliff, her nude body on full display. Her heart raced as she took in the breathtaking view, the cool mountain air caressing her bare skin.
Unbeknownst to her, Ravi, a ruggedly handsome local guide, had been watching her from a distance. He had been captivated by her beauty from the moment they met and had spent every waking moment since then, trying to find the courage to speak to her.
As Nirupama turned to head back inside, she caught a glimpse of Ravi, his eyes filled with longing. She felt a stirring in her loins, a desire she couldn’t ignore. She walked towards him, her hips swaying hypnotically.
“I’ve been watching you,” Ravi confessed, his voice low and deep.
“I know,” Nirupama replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out and traced her fingers down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.
Ravi pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.
They tumbled onto the soft grass, their bodies entwined. Ravi’s lips found her neck, his teeth nibbling gently on her earlobe. Nirupama arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he made his way down her body.
He paused at her breasts, his mouth closing around her nipple, sucking and teasing it to a hard peak. Nirupama gasped, her body writhing beneath him as he continued his descent.
Ravi’s tongue found her clit, his fingers delving into her wet pussy. Nirupama cried out, her hips bucking as he tongued her swollen bud. She was close, so close to the edge.
