The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the secluded mountain clearing. A woman, her skin a rich shade of brown and her hair a cascade of dark curls, stood at the edge of a rocky outcropping, completely naked and with her back towards the viewer. Her curves were generous, her hips wide and her ass full and round, like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. She closed her eyes, feeling the last of the day’s warmth on her skin, as if the very earth itself was embracing her.
She wasn’t alone, however. A few feet away, a tall, muscular man, equally naked, watched her with a hungry gaze. His eyes traced every inch of her body, lingering on the curve of her ass, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her breasts. His name was Ravi, and he had been following the woman, an Indian babe named Maya, for days, entranced by her beauty and sensuality.
Maya turned, her eyes meeting Ravi’s. She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and beckoned him closer. Ravi didn’t need a second invitation. He closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup Maya’s face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. He leaned in, his lips meeting Maya’s in a soft, lingering kiss.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Maya’s hands roamed over Ravi’s chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, while Ravi’s hands slid down Maya’s back, coming to rest on the fullness of her ass. He squeezed, pulling Maya closer, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin.
Maya broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Ravi’s jaw, nipping at his earlobe. She whispered in his ear, her voice low and husky, “I’ve been waiting for you, Ravi. I want you.”
