Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)

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Chapter 58: Waterfall Temptation



The afternoon sun burned over the Coimbatore resort, its heat filtering through the forest canopy as Nivi and Raghavan stepped out of the suite, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. 


Nivi’s tight denim shorts hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the hem barely covering her cheeks, her cropped shirt tied in a knot at her front, baring her midriff and straining over her full breasts, nipples faintly teasing through the thin fabric. 


The forest trail loomed ahead, its earthy scent of damp leaves and pine mingling with the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint vendor calls. Her pussy tingled, still warm from the room service guy’s earlier stare, Raghavan’s teasing about his cum on her face, and the promise of this trek’s exposure. 


Fuck, I’m his, my body ready for eyes on this trail, she thought, her clit pulsing with her exhibitionism kink. Anand’s neglect is nothing; this fire is mine now.


As they reached the trailhead, the same room service guy from lunch appeared, his lean frame carrying a small guide pack, his eyes flicking to Nivi before dropping shyly. “I’m Vikram, ma’am, sir,” he said, voice soft but steady. 


“Assigned to your suite—service and trekking guide, whatever you need.” Nivi’s pussy sparked at his gaze, her heart racing as she caught the faint flush on his cheeks, remembering how he’d stared at her bathrobe, unaware of the cum stains then. 


He’s back, seeing me now—fuck, it’s thrilling, she thought, her body urging her forward.


“Service and trekker?” Nivi asked, her voice light, teasing, a shy smile playing on her lips as they started down the trail, the crunch of leaves underfoot. “That’s quite a combo.”


Vikram nodded, his eyes briefly meeting hers, then darting away. 


“Yes, ma’am. I’m trained for both—hospitality and guiding. Your suite’s my responsibility, so anything you need, I’m here.” 


His tone was professional, but his gaze lingered on her shorts, her swaying hips, sending a jolt to her core. He’s watching, wanting—my kink’s alive, she thought, her pussy clenching, a faint wetness seeping into her panties. 


Raghavan smirked beside her, his hand brushing her lower back, possessive and encouraging. “Good to know, Vikram,” he said, his voice a low growl. “My girl might need a lot today.”


The trail wound deeper, the forest closing around them, sunlight dappling through the trees, the air thick with moss and the faint roar of water ahead. 


Nivi’s shorts rode up with each step, flashing more thigh, her breasts bouncing slightly under the tied shirt, her nipples hardening in the warm breeze. 


Vikram walked ahead, guiding, but his glances back were quick, shy, his eyes snagging on her curves. He’s trying not to stare, but he can’t help it, she thought, her pussy throbbing, her exhibitionism kink flaring. 


I’m teasing him, and it’s making me wet.


They reached a clearing, the roar growing louder, revealing a waterfall cascading down a rocky cliff into a shimmering pool, its mist rising in the sunlight. 


Nivi’s breath caught, her body aching to feel the water, the thrill of exposure tugging at her. “I want to bathe in it,” she said, turning to Raghavan, her voice eager, her pussy pulsing at the idea. Fuck, out here, in this forest—someone could see, she thought, her clit tingling with the risk.


Raghavan’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading. 


“Go for it, baby,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, filthy whisper only she could hear. “Strip to your inners—pity I didn’t pack a bikini for my exhibitionist queen. Let that boy’s eyes pop.”
Her pussy gushed, her cheeks flushing at his words, the thrill of stripping in the open, with Vikram nearby, igniting her. No bikini, just my bra and panties—fuck, I’m wet for this, she thought, her body leading her kink.


She stepped toward the pool, her fingers teasing the knot of her shirt, untying it to reveal her lacy black bra, her full breasts straining against the fabric, nipples hard and visible. She shimmied out of her shorts, revealing matching black panties, the thin material clinging to her wet pussy, outlining her folds. 


Vikram’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping, a flush creeping up his neck as he turned slightly, pretending to adjust his pack. Fuck, his eyes are on me, popping like Raghavan said, she thought, her pussy clenching, juices seeping into her panties. 


She walked toward the pool, her hips swaying teasingly, her ass bouncing with each step, the rocks and water ahead calling her.


The water was icy, chilling her bare feet as she stepped in, the slippery rocks making her wobble. She tried to navigate toward the waterfall, the mist cooling her skin, but the cold bit into her, and the stones underfoot were slick, threatening her balance. 


“It’s too slippery!” she called, her voice shaky, her body trembling from the cold and the thrill. She glanced back at Raghavan, standing by the pool’s edge, his eyes devouring her near-naked form. 


“Help me, Daddy, please,” she pleaded, her pussy throbbing at calling him that in front of Vikram.


Raghavan chuckled, his voice low, teasing. 


“I’m too old to risk those rocks, baby. Let Vikram help—he’s young, sturdy, and he’s here for whatever you need.” Nivi froze, her pussy flaring at the suggestion, her eyes darting to Vikram, whose face flushed crimson, his gaze locked on her, shocked and hesitant. Fuck, he’s sending Vikram to touch me? she thought, her clit pulsing, the thrill of her kink and Raghavan’s command overwhelming her. 


Vikram stood rooted, his eyes wide, caught between duty and desire, the forest’s silence amplifying their shared shock.


Nivi and Vikram stood frozen, the waterfall’s roar echoing, Raghavan’s grin a fiery backdrop to her racing pulse.

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Chapter 59: Waterfall Embrace



The waterfall’s cascade thundered through the forest clearing, its icy spray weaving a shimmering veil in the afternoon light, the air alive with the scent of wet stone and wild ferns. 


Nivi stood in the shallow pool, her black lace bra and panties soaked, clinging like a whisper to her full breasts, nipples sharp against the fabric, her curves glistening under the mist. 


Vikram, the suite’s young guide, stood frozen at the pool’s edge, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves at Raghavan’s command—“Let Vikram help”—his gaze tracing her near-naked form, hesitant yet captivated. 


Raghavan lounged against a gnarled tree, his stare intense, a silent conductor of her daring display. He’s daring me to lean into this, to feel their eyes, Nivi thought, her skin electric with the thrill of exposure. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding this moment.


Raghavan’s voice sliced through the water’s roar, firm and teasing. “Go on, Vikram—help her navigate those rocks.” 


Vikram swallowed hard, his breath uneven, and nodded, his eyes flickering to Nivi’s hips, her breasts. He shed his shirt and pants in quick, jerky motions, revealing tight boxers that hugged his lean frame, his erection straining against the fabric, bold and undeniable. 


God, he’s hard because of me, Nivi thought, a warm surge flooding her core, her panties dampening beyond the water’s touch. His want, Raghavan’s gaze—it’s setting me free.


Vikram waded in, the cold water making him tense, his boxers turning sheer, outlining his cock as he approached. 


“Ma’am, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low, almost reverent, offering a hand. Nivi took it, his fingers warm and steady against her chilled skin, the touch igniting a spark deep within her. He placed his other hand on her lower back, just above her panties, his palm grazing her bare skin, sending a shiver through her. 


As they moved over the slick rocks, she slipped, her body pressing into his, her thigh brushing his hardon—hot, rigid through the wet fabric. 


Fuck, I feel him, his cock pressing against me, she thought, her breath catching, arousal swelling as she steadied herself, her breasts grazing his arm. 


He’s holding back, but I’m pushing his limits, and Raghavan’s watching—it’s a rush.


Vikram guided her with care, his hands now on her hips, steadying her as they reached the waterfall’s heart, the icy cascade pounding down, its mist curling around them like a lover’s caress. 


She tilted her head back, letting the water rush over her, the cold sharpening her senses, her bra translucent, nipples stark, her panties hugging her swollen folds. 


His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her hips, his hardon brushing her thigh again as he helped her stand tall under the flow. 


He’s touching me, feeling my body, and I’m letting it happen, she thought, her soft moans lost in the water’s roar, her skin alive with the thrill. I’m exposed, in charge, and it feels like I’m claiming this.


The waterfall bathed her, its relentless surge cooling the forest’s heat, her body vibrant under the spray, the pool swirling around her thighs. 


Vikram stayed close, his hands steady but trembling, his erection a quiet testament to her power. Raghavan watched from the shore, his eyes gleaming with approval, a subtle nod urging her to revel in her boldness. 


He’s letting me own this, pushing me to shine, she thought, her arousal deepening, the chance of a stray hiker’s eyes on the trail fueling her curiosity about Vikram’s restraint. I’m his queen, bathing like this, feeling Vikram’s want—I’m alive.


Nivi stood radiant under the waterfall, Vikram’s hands anchoring her, the forest’s wild rhythm echoing her soaring pulse.

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Chapter 60: Cascade Currents



The waterfall’s mist wove a shimmering curtain around Nivi and Vikram, its cool spray kissing their skin as they stood in the pool, the forest’s dense canopy scattering sunlight into golden flecks across the water’s surface. 


Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung like a second skin, the fabric translucent against her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing delicate paths down her curves like an artist’s brush. 


Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, his muscles taut from the cold, his erection a quiet undercurrent they’d both felt during their rocky navigation. 


Raghavan lounged on the shore, his gaze a steady pulse of approval, silently orchestrating this moment of connection. He’s letting me breathe, letting me shine, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s touch and the thrill of being seen. 


Anand buried me in silence; here, I’m alive, drawing eyes and voices.
Vikram adjusted his stance, water swirling around his waist, his voice soft but clear over the cascade’s hum. 


“You’re holding up well, Nivi—most guests would be shivering by now.” His smile was shy, his eyes flicking to hers before settling on the rippling pool, a trace of admiration in his gaze.


Nivi laughed, the sound bright against the rocks, her body easing into the water’s rhythm, the cold now a refreshing pulse rather than a shock. “I’m tougher than I look, Vikram. This place is unreal—it’s like the water’s waking me up. What’s the deal with it? You mentioned minerals before.”


He nodded, enthusiasm warming his tone as he scooped a handful of water, letting it spill through his fingers, catching the light. 


“This waterfall’s fed by springs deep in the hills. It’s packed with stuff like magnesium and calcium—natural healers. The locals swear by it, say it smooths your skin, eases tension. I’ve seen guests come here all wound up from city life and leave looking like they’ve shed years. You’re already glowing, though.” 


His words carried a gentle compliment, his eyes meeting hers briefly, a subtle flirtation wrapped in facts.


Nivi tilted her head back, letting the spray dance across her face, a soft hum escaping as the minerals prickled her skin like tiny sparks. 


“Glowing, huh? You’re good at this guide thing—making me feel special already. Seriously, though, it’s like the water’s scrubbing away all the stress. What’s your trick for staying so chill out here? You seem right at home.”


Vikram chuckled, a warm sound that mingled with the water’s rush, his hand brushing a droplet from his brow. “Chill? Not always. This place helps, though. 


I grew up not far from here—used to sneak off to these trails as a kid, splashing around with my cousins. The water’s like a reset button—calms the nerves, loosens you up. Magnesium’s great for that, by the way; it relaxes muscles. 


You look like you’re feeling it already—pretty natural out here.” His tone was easy, his glance lingering on her smile, a hint of warmth in his words.


She grinned, swaying slightly in the current, her body relaxed, the initial tension of their closeness fading into a comfortable rhythm. 


“Natural, huh? High praise from a forest pro. I’m just a city girl trying to keep up. Any secrets to this place? Like, old stories or hidden spots?”


Vikram’s eyes lit up, his posture opening as he leaned against a smooth rock, the water lapping at his chest. “Oh, tons. 


The locals say this spring’s got a spirit—some old tale about a goddess who blessed it for lovers who bathe together. Brings luck, they claim. But the real magic’s the water itself—calcium strengthens your bones, and the flow’s like a natural massage. I’ve guided people here who say it’s better than a spa.


 You’re from the city—what’s your escape when you’re not diving into waterfalls?”


Nivi paused, her fingers trailing through the water, the question pulling at her guard. She kept it light, her voice playful. 


“Escape? Honestly, it’s been books lately—something to quiet the noise. Work’s a lot—numbers, deadlines, people. This trip’s different, though. It’s like I’m finding new pieces of myself. How’d you end up doing both jobs—service boy and trekker? That’s a wild mix.”


He laughed, a genuine sound that echoed off the rocks, his hand steadying her as a small wave pushed her closer. 


“Wild’s right. I started at the resort to help my family—my dad’s a farmer, and crops aren’t always reliable. Serving breakfast and coffee was steady, but I’d sneak out to the trails whenever I could. Loved the forest too much. So I trained as a guide, learned the paths, the plants. Now I do both—room service in the morning, trails when guests like you want an adventure. 


Keeps things interesting. What about you? Accounting sounds intense—what’s the best part?”


Nivi’s smile softened, their conversation weaving a thread of connection, her body swaying in the water as she answered.


 “Best part? When everything balances—feels like solving a puzzle. But it’s the people I work with who make it fun. They’re like a second family, always joking, keeping me on my toes. You must meet all sorts out here. Any crazy guest stories?”


Vikram grinned, his eyes sparkling as he splashed a small wave her way, playful but gentle. “Plenty. There was this one guy who tried to climb a tree for a better photo—nearly broke his arm. 


Or a couple who got lost chasing a butterfly. But honestly, moments like this are my favorite—showing someone like you what the forest can do. 


The water’s got anti-inflammatory stuff—great for sore joints. You seem like you carry a lot—work, life. You okay out there in the city?”


His question caught her off guard, the sincerity in his tone tugging at her. She splashed back lightly, keeping the mood buoyant. 


“Okay enough. Life’s messy sometimes, but I’m figuring it out. This place helps—makes me feel... free. What about you? Ever dream of leaving these trails for something bigger?”


Vikram’s expression turned thoughtful, his hand brushing water from his face, his voice quieter. “Sometimes. I’d love to see other forests—maybe the Himalayas, or even abroad. But this is home, you know? My family’s nearby, and I like showing guests the magic here. You’re different, though—bold, jumping in like this. Most stick to the resort pool. You always this adventurous?”


Nivi laughed, the sound mingling with the waterfall’s hum, her body closer now as the current nudged them together. “Adventurous? I’m learning to be. This trip’s pushing me to try new things. You’re good at this, Vikram—making people feel at ease. What’s the best thing you’ve learned from guiding?”


He smiled, his eyes meeting hers, a subtle warmth in his gaze as he answered. “Listening to people. Everyone’s got a story—some are loud, some quiet. Like you—you’ve got this energy, like you’re breaking out of something. 


The water helps with that; it’s like a cleanse, physically and mentally. Feel the tingle? That’s the minerals working.” His words carried a gentle flirtation, praising her without crossing lines, his presence steady as they stood close.


Their conversation flowed like the water, Nivi sharing bits about her love for late-night chai and office banter, Vikram recounting a childhood memory of finding a hidden cave nearby. The flirtation stayed soft, woven into his compliments—“You make this place brighter”—and her teasing responses—“Careful, you’ll make me want to stay here forever.” 


Raghavan watched from the shore, his gaze a quiet anchor, allowing her this moment of connection. He’s letting me be me, not just his queen, she thought, her skin alive with the water’s touch and their easy rapport. I’m seen, not just desired— and it’s thrilling.


Nivi and Vikram lingered in the waterfall’s cool embrace, their chatter a vibrant current, Raghavan’s presence a distant spark.

Continues... 

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Thanks for your appreciation. It really motivates me. As a first time writing a story

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Chapter 61: Tides of Tension



The waterfall’s cascade wove a silvery mist around Nivi and Vikram, its icy droplets sparkling in the late afternoon sun, the forest’s chorus of rustling leaves and distant birdcalls blending with the water’s steady hum. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung like a gossamer veil, the sheer fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp against the wet lace, water tracing sensual paths down her rounded hips. 


Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the soaked material revealing the subtle bulge of his arousal, a quiet tension from their earlier navigation over the rocks. Raghavan leaned against a weathered tree on the shore, his gaze keen but shifting, a flicker of calculation as he noted their easy laughter, the way Vikram’s shy glances met Nivi’s playful smiles. He sees us connecting, letting me take the lead, Nivi thought, her skin electric with the water’s chill and the thrill of their rapport. Anand kept me invisible; now I’m radiant, pulling people in.


Raghavan cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the waterfall’s murmur, a blend of amusement and control. “You two are getting along well,” he said, his tone light but laced with a possessive edge. He stood, brushing leaves from his pants, his eyes flicking between them. “I’ll give you some room—need to take a walk, find a spot to relieve myself. Don’t get too carried away.” 


His words carried a teasing challenge, his footsteps fading into the forest’s green shadows, leaving a charged stillness. Nivi’s heart quickened, a mix of curiosity and excitement stirring within her. He’s stepping back, letting me shine—or testing how far I’ll go, she thought, her body warming despite the cold water. This is my moment, and I’m alive in it.


Vikram watched Raghavan disappear, his shoulders easing, a shy grin spreading as he turned to Nivi, the water lapping at their waists. “He’s got a way of making things interesting, doesn’t he? Your boss, I mean.” 


His voice was soft, warm, the waterfall’s roar wrapping their words in privacy. “I don’t want to overstep, but... what’s it like working with someone like him? You two seem tight, like there’s more to it than just work.”


Nivi paused, her fingers skimming the water’s surface, the question probing her guarded edges. She kept her response light, vague, shielding the raw truth of Anand’s neglect, Raghavan’s dominance, and her awakening kink.


 “He’s... more than a boss,” she said, her smile soft but careful. “We’ve worked together for years, travel for projects. He pushes me to be bolder, try new things—like this trip. It’s complicated, but it works. What about you? Got anyone keeping you on your toes when you’re not hauling trays or guiding?”


Vikram chuckled, his blush deepening as he leaned against a smooth rock, water swirling around him. “No one special—too busy with work. My life’s mostly trays and trails, like I told you. But you... you’re not like most guests. There’s this energy about you, like you’re breaking free from something. I noticed it last night, delivering dinner to your suite. You were in that towel, all confident, laughing with your boss. Made me think you’re someone who lights up a room.” His words were earnest, a subtle flirtation woven in, his eyes lingering on her face, respectful but warm.


Nivi’s breath caught, the memory of the towel—barely covering her curves—stirring a flush of warmth, her exhibitionism kink flickering. “A towel, huh? You were paying attention,” she teased, her voice playful, splashing a small wave at him to keep the mood light. “I was just trying to keep up with the evening. You must see all kinds of chaos at the resort. What’s it like, switching between serving coffee and leading treks like this?”


He laughed, a rich sound that bounced off the rocks, his hand brushing water from his brow. “It’s a juggling act. Serving’s routine—smile, pour coffee, don’t trip. Guiding’s where I feel alive, though. Showing folks like you the forest’s secrets, like this waterfall. The minerals here—magnesium, calcium—they’re good for your skin, your muscles. Relaxes you. You seem like you carry a lot back home. Everything okay there?” His question was gentle, his eyes softening, a flicker of empathy as he leaned closer, the water nudging them together.


The sincerity tugged at Nivi, her guard softening as she answered, keeping it vague. “City life’s hectic—work, family, the usual mess. I manage, but it’s nice to escape here, feel this water. You’re right—it’s like a cleanse. You seem grounded, though. Family keeping you anchored, or are you a lone wanderer out here?”


Vikram’s expression turned thoughtful, his hand trailing through the water, his voice quieter. “Family’s my anchor. My parents are in a village nearby—dad farms, mom’s always feeding everyone. Money’s tight sometimes, with the rains being unpredictable. I work to help them out, but I love these trails. 


They’re my escape. Seeing you here, though, diving into the water like this—it’s inspiring. Like at lunch today, when you opened the door in that bathrobe, all confident. I thought, ‘She’s someone who owns her space.’ This waterfall’s perfect for washing away the day, isn’t it? Like a fresh start.” His flirtation was subtle, hinting at her bathrobe moment without mentioning the cum stains, his eyes warm with admiration.


Nivi felt a rush, the memory of the bathrobe—her skin barely concealed, his eyes on her—igniting her kink, her body tingling in the near-naked intimacy of their inners. She splashed him playfully, her laugh bright, easing the emotional weight. 


“A fresh start? You’re selling this place well, Vikram! And that bathrobe—guess I made an impression. Don’t get too used to catching me off guard, though.” Her tone was teasing, her body moving closer as the current pushed them, their arms brushing, the contact sparking heat.


Vikram grinned, splashing back lightly, his eyes sparkling with flirtation. “Caught off guard? Maybe a little. But seriously, Nivi, you’ve got this... vibe. Last night in that towel, today in the water—you’re like the forest itself, bold and alive. Never thought I’d be here, splashing around with someone like you, sharing this pool. It’s kind of unreal.” His words were genuine, praising her beauty without pushing, the tension building as their laughter mingled with the water’s rush.


Their play escalated, splashes turning into a lighthearted game, water arcing between them as they dodged and laughed, their bodies drawing closer. Nivi twisted away from a wave, her hip grazing his, his arousal brushing her thigh—accidental but undeniable. She mocked him gently, her voice bubbling with mischief. 


“Hey, Vikram, you keep poking me with that enthusiasm of yours—careful, or I’ll think you’re planning a different kind of trek!” Her teasing was playful, acknowledging his physical reaction without malice, her exhibitionism kink flaring as she felt his nearness.
He laughed, his blush deepening, splashing her back, his voice warm with flirtation. 


“Guilty! Can’t help it—you’re making this waterfall unforgettable. Those moments, the towel, the bathrobe—they stuck with me. Never imagined I’d get this close, sharing a pool with someone so... radiant.” The air thickened, their bodies inches apart, the water’s chill contrasting the heat of their tension, Nivi’s energy flowing freely with this near-naked stranger, her inners hiding nothing, her secrets—her curves, her desire—bare under the lace.


Nivi and Vikram stood close in the pool, their playful banter and splashes weaving a charged connection, the waterfall’s roar echoing the rising tide of their unspoken tension, Raghavan’s absence a distant shadow.

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Chapter 62: Hidden Tides



The waterfall’s icy mist curled around Nivi and Vikram like a lover’s whisper, its cool spray dancing across their skin as they stood in the shallow pool, the forest’s chorus of rustling ferns and distant cicadas weaving a private cocoon around the cascade’s hum. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing sensual paths down her hips. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the subtle bulge of his arousal, a quiet tension from their earlier navigation over the rocks. 


Raghavan’s absence lingered like a shadow in the trees, his retreat amplifying the electric air between them. He’s letting me explore this, trusting me to burn bright, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s bite and the thrill of Vikram’s nearness. Anand kept me dim; now I’m alive, drawing him in.


Their playful splashes filled the air with sparkling arcs, Nivi’s laughter echoing off the rocks as she dodged a wave, her body swaying closer to Vikram’s. “You’re not holding back, are you?” she teased, flicking water at him, her voice light but charged, the droplets catching the sunlight like tiny prisms. Vikram grinned, retaliating with a gentle splash that grazed her shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped nearer, the water rippling around their waists.


He paused, his gaze locking on hers, a curious warmth in his eyes. “Nivi... hope it’s okay I’m calling you that. You seem so young, maybe early twenties? Single, right? It’s why it’s so easy talking to you, like we’re just... vibing.” His tone was casual but probing, a flirtatious edge simmering as he leaned closer, their arms brushing in the current, the contact sending a spark through her.


Nivi’s heart quickened, his assumption igniting her exhibitionism kink, the chance to reveal herself fueling her boldness. She splashed him lightly, her smile teasing. “Single? You’re jumping to conclusions, Vikram. What makes you think I’m not tied down? And what’s this vibe you’re feeling—spill it.” Her voice was playful, inviting, her body tilting toward him, the water’s chill heightening her awareness of his proximity.


Vikram laughed, shaking water from his hair, his eyes bright with interest. “Okay, maybe I’m wrong, but you’ve got this... free spirit. Early twenties, no ring, out here with your boss? I figured you’re not married. Are you? Or maybe planning to tie the knot with him—he’s older, but you two seem close. Or is it one of those family-arranged deals? Come on, give me something— what’s your story?” His flirtation was bold but gentle, his body inching closer, the water swirling between them.


Nivi hesitated, the question pulling at her guarded truths, but their playful energy made her open up, her voice steady but measured. “You’re curious, aren’t you? Truth is, I’m married, Vikram. And I’m a mom—two boys, both in college, tearing up the house daily. No plans to marry my boss, though he’s... special. Arranged marriage was my path, but I’m carving my own now.” She watched his face, her kink flickering at the reveal, her near-naked state amplifying the moment.


Vikram’s eyes widened, his splash pausing mid-air as disbelief washed over him. “No way. Married? A mom of two? You’re pulling my leg. You can’t be older than... 25, max. Look at you— that waist, so tight, that belly so flat, like you’ve never had a day of stress. And kids in college? How? You’re out here, rocking this...” He gestured vaguely at her body, his eyes lingering on her navel, the water lapping at her midriff. “You’re like something out of a dream.”


Nivi laughed, the sound rich and teasing, her body warming under his praise, her kink igniting. “A dream, huh? I’m in my thirties, Vikram, and those boys are real—five and three, full of chaos. Motherhood’s a wild ride, but it doesn’t stop me. You’re shocked because... what? I don’t look the part? Come on, what’s throwing you off?” She splashed him again, her body swaying closer, their thighs brushing under the water, the contact electric.


He shook his head, his grin half-disbelief, half-awe, stepping closer, the water parting around him. “Thirties? Kids in college? No chance. That belly—it’s too perfect, like you’ve never carried life. And that navel, it’s... eye-catching, sitting there all flawless. I’m not buying it. You’re too vibrant, too young-looking. Married, sure, but how’s it working? You’re out here, splashing with me, looking like this. Your husband cool with these adventures? Or is this you breaking free?”


Nivi’s smile turned sly, their closeness heating the air, her voice dropping to a playful challenge. “Breaking free? Maybe a little. My husband’s got his world—work, bills, the usual. I’m here to live, to feel something new. The boys are with their grandma, probably causing havoc. But you’re stuck on this mom thing—why’s it so hard to believe? Is it the belly, the navel? You keep staring. Tell me, what’s the real shock here?” Her hand brushed his arm as she splashed him, the touch lingering, her kink flaring at his gaze.


Vikram’s laugh was heated, his body leaning in, the water’s current nudging them closer. “The shock? All of it. You’re in your thirties, two kids, and you look like you could be my age. That waist, that navel—it’s unreal. The marriage, arranged? You seem too bold for that, out here with your boss, living it up. I’m rethinking everything now. Like last night, delivering dinner to your suite—you were in that towel, owning the moment, laughing like you had no cares. And lunch, that bathrobe, all confident. This waterfall’s like it’s washing away the ordinary, showing the real you. How do you do it—keep this energy, this look?”


Their banter deepened, the splashes slowing as their bodies drifted closer, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them. Nivi teased, “Energy? It’s just me, Vikram. Motherhood adds fire, not weight. But you’re not convinced, are you? What’s it going to take—a birth certificate? Or are you just enjoying the view too much?” Her voice was playful, but the tension coiled, her thigh grazing his arousal again, the contact sparking a rush.


He grinned, his eyes darkening with flirtation, his body inches away. “Maybe the view’s distracting me. But seriously, Nivi, you’re breathtaking. The towel last night, the bathrobe at lunch—those moments stuck with me. Never thought I’d be here, this close, splashing with someone so... alive. You’re making this waterfall unforgettable.” His words were bold, praising her without pushing too far, the air thickening as their arms brushed, the water’s rhythm fueling their tension.


Nivi’s energy surged, her near-naked state—inners clinging to her secrets—amplifying the heat. To prove her truth, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward a cluster of rocks tucked in a hidden alcove, the water shallower there. “Come on, skeptic,” she said, climbing onto a small ledge, her thighs emerging, her panties sticking tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape. She slid her panties down slightly, revealing the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly. “See? Proof I’m a mom.”


Vikram’s jaw dropped, his eyes locked on the marks, the wet lace framing her pussy, the realization hitting hard. “No way... those marks? They’re real, and... beautiful, adding to you.” In his shock, he reached out, his hand trembling as he boldly traced the marks, fingers grazing her skin to confirm their reality, the touch electric, drawing them impossibly close in the rock’s shadow.


Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, his hand on her marks, the tension a tidal wave, the waterfall’s roar echoing their heated pulse.

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Chapter 63: Marks of Heat



The waterfall’s mist swirled in the hidden alcove, its cool spray a soft contrast to the heated air between Nivi and Vikram, the forest’s rustle of ferns and distant bird trills wrapping their closeness in a private hum. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly exposed where she’d slid the fabric down. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch sending a jolt through her, his fingers trembling as they traced the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach. Raghavan’s absence lingered like a distant pulse, his retreat amplifying the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s left me to burn, to push these edges, Nivi thought, her skin aflame with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand kept me cold; now I’m alive, my body drawing him in.


Vikram’s breath was hot, grazing her pregnancy marks, each exhale a warm caress that sent shivers racing through her core, her pussy warming, a slick heat building beneath the lace. His face hovered close, eyes locked on the silver lines, examining them with a mix of awe and desire, his fingers slow, deliberate, as if memorizing her skin. Fuck, his breath on me—it’s too much, she thought, her body responding, a flush spreading across her chest, her nipples straining against the wet bra. The intimacy of his closeness, his touch on her marks, ignited her, her kink flaring at the thought of being so exposed, so desired in this hidden nook.


Then, without warning, Vikram leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft, reverent kiss that sent a shockwave through her. Nivi gasped, her body tensing, her pussy clenching with a rush of heat, the unexpected act pushing her arousal to a fever pitch. He kissed them—fuck, he’s tasting my story, she thought, her breath catching, her skin electric under his lips. Vikram pulled back instantly, his face flushing crimson, his eyes wide with panic. “I’m so sorry, Nivi,” he stammered, his voice low, trembling with regret and desire. “I couldn’t help it—those marks, your beauty... it’s overwhelming. I shouldn’t have.”


Nivi’s shock melted into a bold thrill, her kink urging her to lean into the moment, to tease him further. She tilted her head, a mischievous smile curling her lips, her voice low and teasing. “Couldn’t help it, huh? So you just go kissing wherever you find something beautiful?” Her fingers brushed the marks, lingering where his lips had been, her body inching closer, the water lapping at her thighs. He’s flustered, but I’m in control now, pushing his limits, she thought, her pussy warming further, the intimacy crackling in the alcove.


Vikram’s eyes darkened, his flush deepening, but he matched her tease, his voice steadying with a playful edge. “Maybe I would—if you’re okay with it. Those marks... they’re stunning, part of you. I mean, you’re standing here, looking like that, and I’m just supposed to stay calm?” He stepped closer, the water parting around him, their bodies nearly touching, the tension thick. 


“I saw you last night, in that towel at dinner—pure confidence. And lunch, the bathrobe, like you owned the world. Now here, in the waterfall... you’re unreal. Where else do you think I’d want to kiss?”


Nivi’s laugh was breathy, the heat between them surging, her body swaying toward him, their thighs brushing under the water. “Careful, Vikram—you’re getting bold. You’ve seen the marks now, but you’re still doubting me, aren’t you? You asked about my kids, my age. Notice anything else? No surgical scars, right? Both boys were natural births—hard work, but worth it. What, you want to see more to believe that too?” Her tone was teasing, provocative, her kink flaring as she leaned into the rock, her panties still low, the marks a bold declaration of her truth.


Vikram’s jaw dropped again, his eyes locked on the marks, then flicking to the outline of her pussy through the clinging lace, his breath hitching. “Natural births? No way. You’re... perfect. No scars, just those marks, and they’re... gorgeous. Adds to you, like a story written on your skin.” His voice was thick with admiration, his hand hovering near her belly, hesitant but drawn, the tension coiling tighter in the alcove’s shadow. “You’re serious? You’d let me see more? I mean, I’m already losing it here.”


Nivi grinned, her body alive with the game, her voice dropping to a sultry challenge. “Losing it? Good. But don’t think you get to just stare. Those marks are real, Vikram—proof I’m a mom, not some college kid. You’re acting like they’re a myth. What’s it going to take for you to believe me? Another kiss to check?” She arched her back slightly, the water dripping down her thighs, her panties clinging, exposing every curve, her kink driving her to push him further.


Vikram swallowed hard, his eyes burning with desire, his voice low and teasing. “Another kiss? Tempting. You’re making it hard to think straight, Nivi. The towel, the bathrobe, now this— you’re like a vision. Those marks, your body... I’m in awe. Natural births, thirties, and you’re here, owning this moment. Where else should I look to believe you?” His words were bold, matching her play, their bodies inches apart, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them.


The tension crackled, their breaths mingling with the mist, Nivi’s body responding to his closeness, the waterfall’s roar masking their shared pulse.


Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, her marks a bridge between them, the tension a blazing tide, the forest’s whisper echoing their heated exchange.

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Chapter 64: Sacred Surge



The waterfall’s mist wove a delicate veil in the hidden alcove, its cool spray prickling Nivi and Vikram’s skin, the forest’s soft rustle of bamboo and distant owl hoots blending with the cascade’s rhythmic pulse. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly glowing under the dappled sunlight. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch igniting a fire within her, his fingers tracing the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. Raghavan’s absence pulsed like a distant echo, his retreat fueling the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s letting me burn, pushing me to the edge, Nivi thought, her skin ablaze with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand left me cold; now I’m alive, my body pulling him closer.


Nivi’s teasing smile widened, her voice playful but edged with heat as she leaned into the moment. “You’re awfully curious about these marks, Vikram. Staring like they’re a puzzle to solve.” Her words dripped with provocation, her kink flaring at pushing him further, her pussy warming beneath the lace, a slick heat building as she held his gaze.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching, his face still close to her lower belly. Emboldened by her tease, he leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft kiss deepening into a slow, reverent suck, drawing the water droplets flowing over her skin like they were sacred. Fuck, he’s sucking the water off me, like it’s holy, Nivi thought, a rush of heat flooding her core, her pussy clenching, the sensation of his lips and tongue on her marks sending shivers through her. His mouth lingered, tasting the mineral-tinged water, his breath a warm caress amplifying her arousal.


He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a mix of awe and desire burning in his gaze. “Nivi... this tiny beauty,” he murmured, his voice low, thick with admiration, his fingers still grazing her marks. “You’re saying this had two kids, natural births? Nature’s incredible—how this little pussy stretched so wide, gave life, and now looks this sexy, so perfect.” His eyes dropped to her panties, the lace clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, his face so close his breath warmed the fabric. “It’s... breathtaking, seeing you like this, so close.”


Nivi’s body ignited, his words a spark to her kink, her pussy slick with arousal, her breath catching at his bold praise. He’s staring at my pussy, calling it beautiful—fuck, I’m burning, she thought, her skin flushing, her nipples straining against the wet bra. But his earlier kiss on her marks, unprompted, flashed in her mind, and she leaned back slightly, her voice a playfully scared tease. 


“Vikram, you’re dangerous! You called my marks beautiful and kissed them without asking—now you’re saying my pussy’s beautiful too? Am I safe, or are you going to steal another kiss down there?” Her tone was light, mock-fearful, her kink driving her to play with the tension, her body trembling with anticipation.


Vikram’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with understanding, a bold hunger breaking through his shyness. “Caught me,” he murmured, his voice thick, leaning in. “You’re too beautiful to resist, Nivi.” His lips pressed against her pussy over the panties, a firm, deliberate kiss, deepening into a slow suck, his mouth pulling at the lace and her swollen folds together, the sensation electric. 


Fuck, he’s sucking me through the fabric, Nivi thought, a moan escaping, her pussy flooding with heat, her hands gripping the rock for balance. His tongue teased the lace, tasting her arousal, the intimacy overwhelming in the alcove’s seclusion.


Suddenly, a crunch of twigs and a faint walking sound pierced the waterfall’s roar, snapping them apart. Nivi’s heart raced, her body still buzzing as she slid her panties back up, Vikram stepping back, his face flushed, eyes wide with a mix of desire and alarm. They waded quickly back to the main pool, the mist enveloping them as Raghavan emerged from the trees, his expression calm but piercing. “Time’s up, you two—it’s getting late. Let’s head out,” he said, his voice firm, eyes flicking between them.


Nivi and Vikram exchanged a naughty glance, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment, a shared question sparking—What would’ve happened if he hadn’t come back? The thought sent a shiver through her, her pussy still warm from Vikram’s lips, her kink alive with the almost-caught thrill. 


We were so close, and he knows it, she thought, her body tingling as they waded toward the shore, the water swirling around their thighs.
Vikram’s gaze lingered on her, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Next time, I’ll ask permission first,” he murmured, low enough for only her to hear, his voice thick with unspoken promise. Nivi grinned, her smile coy, her body buzzing with the heat of what was and what might’ve been. They stepped onto the rocky shore, their inners dripping, the forest’s hum a wild echo of their shared pulse.


Ending the part there, Nivi and Vikram moved toward the shore, their naughty glances a silent pact, the waterfall’s roar fading as they followed Raghavan’s lead.

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Chapter 65: Trail of Tease



The waterfall’s mist faded behind Nivi and Vikram as they waded to the rocky shore, the forest’s hum of rustling bamboo and distant owl hoots wrapping around them in the late afternoon sun. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, and the delicate shape of her pussy, water droplets tracing paths down her thighs. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the lingering bulge of his arousal, a silent echo of their heated moment in the alcove. 


Raghavan stood waiting, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and control, his presence reasserting the dynamic as they stepped onto the shore, their inners dripping onto the stones. He’s back, watching, owning this moment, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the thrill of exposure, her exhibitionism kink alive. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding eyes.


Raghavan’s grin widened, his voice playful but commanding as he eyed their soaked states. “Well, you two had fun, didn’t you? Problem is, those inners are drenched, and I’m guessing neither of you packed spares.” 


He gestured to their backpacks, where their dry clothes—Nivi’s denim shorts and tied-front shirt, Vikram’s shirt and pants—waited. “Two options: change into your clothes now, no inners, and carry those wet things to dry while we trek, or keep the inners on, let them dry on you by the trail’s end, then slip into your clothes. Your call, Nivi.” His tone was teasing, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge sparking.


Vikram flushed, his gaze flicking to Nivi, then away, his hands adjusting his wet boxers. Nivi’s heart raced, her kink flaring at the choice, the thought of walking near-naked through the forest sending a warm rush through her core. She met Raghavan’s gaze, then glanced at Vikram, her smile coy.


 “I’ll keep them on,” she said, her voice light but bold. “Vikram’s already seen me like this, and this forest feels private enough. No harm letting them dry while we walk, right?” Her words carried a playful edge, her body tingling as she stood exposed, the lace barely concealing her.


Vikram nodded, his blush deepening, his voice low. 


“Same here—didn’t expect a swim, so no spares. I’m fine walking like this too.” His eyes lingered on Nivi’s curves, the wet lace outlining her secrets, before he looked away, the tension palpable.


Raghavan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Bold choice, both of you. Let’s move—trail’s heading up to the hill heights.” He led the way, his stride confident, the forest path winding upward through tangled vines and soft earth. Nivi followed, her bare feet sinking into the cool soil, the wet lace clinging to her breasts and pussy, the fabric chafing deliciously with each step. Vikram walked beside her, his boxers tight, his arousal still evident, their proximity electric as the trail narrowed.


A steep incline forced them closer, Vikram’s hand brushing Nivi’s arm as he steadied her, his touch warm against her chilled skin, sending a spark through her. “Careful, Nivi,” he murmured, his fingers lingering a moment, his eyes flicking to her breasts, the lace outlining her nipples. He’s touching me, wanting me, she thought, her kink surging, her pussy warming beneath the wet fabric. She flashed him a teasing grin, leaning into the moment. “Thanks, Vikram—don’t let me slip, or you’ll have to carry me.”


He laughed, his hand grazing her lower back as they navigated a rocky patch, the contact fleeting but charged. “Carry you? Tempting, but you’re handling this trail like a pro.” His voice was playful, his eyes darting to her thighs, the panties clinging tightly, a silent flirtation building.


Raghavan glanced back, his gaze sharp but teasing, catching their closeness. As they paused at a clearing, the hill heights looming ahead, he dropped his voice, leaning close to Nivi, his breath warm on her ear. “What happened back there, baby? After I left the waterfall, you two got cozy. Spill—what went down?” His tone was a mix of curiosity and command, his eyes searching hers, a silent tease urging her to confess.


Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy warming at the memory of Vikram’s lips on her marks, his mouth on her panties. She met Raghavan’s gaze, her voice low, naughty. “If you’d been a little later, Daddy, something might’ve happened. We were... close. 


Your timing cut it short.” Her words dripped with playful regret, her kink flaring at admitting the almost-moment, her body tingling as she caught Vikram’s glance, his eyes mirroring her naughty spark.


Raghavan’s grin deepened, his hand brushing her hip, a possessive touch that sent a shiver through her. “Missed a show, huh? My exhibitionist queen, teasing the boy. Next time, I’ll stay away longer.” His whisper was a promise, his eyes gleaming as he stepped back, leading them onward.


The trail climbed higher, the forest air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the sun warming their wet inners. Vikram helped Nivi over a fallen log, his hands firm on her waist, his fingers grazing the bare skin above her panties, the touch lingering. “Got you,” he said, his voice low, his eyes flicking to her breasts, then away, the tension simmering. Nivi teased back, her voice playful. 


“You’re too helpful, Vikram—keep those hands steady, or I’ll think you’re up to something.” Her grin was coy, her body swaying closer, the wet lace chafing deliciously.


As they neared the hill heights, the trail widened, the forest opening to a view of rolling hills. Vikram’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch, his smirk playful. “You’re making this trek hard to focus on, Nivi.” She laughed, her eyes meeting his, a silent pact of their shared heat.


Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan trekked toward the hill heights, their teasing touches and naughty glances a charged undercurrent, the forest’s hum echoing their pulsing tension.


Continues.... (next update on sunday)

[Sage_69]

Nice. Nivi getting her adventures.

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Super adventures… waiting for the next update

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Chapter 66: Sunset Sparks



The trail steepened under Nivi’s bare feet, the forest’s dense canopy of tangled vines and whispering pines thinning as she, Vikram, and Raghavan neared the hill’s peak. The air carried a crisp bite, laced with the scent of sun-warmed grass and faint wildflowers, the late afternoon light casting golden streaks across the path. Nivi’s damp lace bra and panties clung beneath her denim shorts and tied-front shirt, the fabric teasing her nipples and pussy with each step, her skin tingling from the waterfall’s heated moments and Vikram’s bold touch. 


Vikram’s boxers, hidden under his shirt and pants, still outlined his lean frame, his shy glances meeting her own. Raghavan led with a steady stride, his eyes flicking back with a knowing glint, the tension from their trek simmering. He’s orchestrating this, letting me burn, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink flaring, her body alive with anticipation. I’m free, glowing in their eyes, ready for this peak.


A burst of rowdy shouts—male voices, familiar and boisterous—echoed from the open area ahead, snapping Nivi’s focus, her kink sparking at the recognition. Those voices... the guys from the buffet, the ones who followed me by the pool, she thought, her pulse quickening, a warm rush flooding her core. Raghavan paused, his grin playful but commanding. “Sounds like familiar company up there. Let’s not give them too much of a show—clothes on, both of you.” His voice held a teasing edge, his eyes locking on Nivi’s, urging compliance with a spark of challenge.


Nivi nodded, her skin flushing as she adjusted her shorts and shirt, the damp lace beneath clinging tightly, accentuating her curves, her nipples faintly visible through the fabric. Vikram tugged his shirt straighter, his pants hugging his damp boxers, his eyes catching hers with a shy smirk. “Smart move,” he murmured, his voice low, the tension between them lingering as they stepped forward.


The forest parted, revealing a wide, grassy hilltop, the peak framed by a blazing sunset—crimson and gold streaking the sky, painting Coimbatore’s rolling hills below. The shouting came from the same gang of six college-aged guys from the breakfast buffet, their eyes having trailed Nivi’s swaying ass by the pool that morning, their whispers about her “juicy curves” still fresh in her mind. 


They stood near a dusty jeep, their laughter softening as they spotted her, their gazes lingering. The couple from the resort, who’d watched her at the buffet, lounged on a blanket nearby, joined by a small family with a picnic, all gathered for the sunset. Nivi’s pulse raced, her kink tingling as familiar eyes locked on her, the damp lace a secret thrill beneath her clothes. They know me, they want me, she thought, her body buzzing with exposure, her pussy warming at their recognition.


Raghavan pulled her close, his arm wrapping around her waist, fingers grazing her bare midriff, a possessive touch that sent a shiver through her. “Let’s take this in,” he whispered, guiding her to a grassy spot near the edge, slightly apart but visible to the group. They sank down, Nivi nestling into his arms, her back against his chest, his breath hot on her neck. 


The sunset glowed, its fiery hues mirroring the heat within her. Raghavan’s lips brushed her ear, a secret kiss, his hand slipping under her shirt to tease her nipple through the damp bra, the touch igniting her. Fuck, he’s touching me with them watching, she thought, her pussy slick with arousal, her kink flaring at the risk. She tilted her head, catching his lips in a quick, hidden kiss, her tongue grazing his, the thrill of their secrecy electric among the familiar faces.


The buffet guys laughed nearby, their voices carrying over the breeze, one stealing a glance at Nivi’s curves, his eyes echoing the poolside stares. The resort couple whispered, their gaze lingering, and Nivi’s kink surged, her skin flushing under their attention, her breath quickening. 


Raghavan’s fingers traced her hip, dipping just inside her shorts, a subtle tease. “My bold queen,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his touch fueling her arousal. She pressed closer, her ass brushing his growing bulge, her body responding with a slick heat beneath her panties.


As the sun sank below the horizon, the sky darkened, stars piercing the twilight like scattered embers. The travelers began to pack up, the family folding their blanket, the buffet guys piling into their jeep, their engine rumbling as they drove off, the couple trailing behind. Nivi turned to Raghavan, her voice soft, playful.


 “Time to head back? Trek down that path in the dark?” Her eyes flicked to Vikram, who stood nearby, adjusting his backpack, his gaze catching hers with a naughty spark, their waterfall moment still alive.


Raghavan’s grin widened, his hand tightening on her hip, his voice a low rumble. “No trek tonight, baby. 


We’re staying here—tent’s set up for us to camp under these stars.” His words hit like a spark, her heart racing, her pussy warming at the thought of a night with him in the open, exposed to the wild. 


A tent? Out here? she thought, her kink thrilling at the fantasy of sex under the sky, the possibility of being heard or seen. This is my dream—raw, untamed, his.


A shy, naughty flush crept up her cheeks as she glanced at Vikram, then back at Raghavan. “Just us up here?” she asked, her voice low, eyes flickering with curiosity. 


Will Vikram stay? Other travelers? The cheap thrill of those possibilities made her pulse race, her body buzzing with anticipation, a mix of shyness and bold desire. What if someone hears us? Sees us? The thought sent a shiver through her, her kink alive with the risk.


Raghavan’s eyes darkened, catching her flush, his fingers brushing her cheek. “Just us, baby—unless Vikram’s sticking around, or some stragglers show up.” His voice was teasing, his gaze knowing, amplifying her naughty thoughts. Vikram’s eyes met hers, a silent smirk echoing her question—What if?


Ending the part there, Nivi stood in Raghavan’s arms, the hilltop’s darkness deepening, their naughty glances and the tent’s promise a charged pulse, the forest’s hum echoing her thrilling anticipation.

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Chapter 67: Firelit Bonds



The hilltop’s darkness deepened as the last of the sunset travelers—the buffet gang and the resort couple—rumbled away in their jeep, leaving Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan alone under a sky pricked with stars. 


The air turned cool, carrying the scent of dew-kissed grass and faint wild jasmine, the forest’s distant hum of crickets and rustling leaves a soft backdrop to the open expanse. Nivi’s damp lace bra and panties clung beneath her denim shorts and tied-front shirt, the fabric teasing her nipples and pussy with each movement, her skin tingling from the waterfall’s heated moments and the lingering thrill of the gang’s stares. 


Vikram adjusted his backpack, his shirt and pants still clinging to his damp boxers, his eyes catching Nivi’s with a naughty spark. Raghavan stood close, his presence commanding, his gaze a mix of amusement and possession. He’s letting me live this wild dream, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink simmering, her body alive with anticipation. I’m free, glowing under their eyes, ready for this night.


Vikram dropped his pack near a flat clearing, pulling out tent poles with practiced ease. “I’ll get the tent up,” he said, his voice warm, glancing at Nivi. “Mind helping with the firepit? Could use an extra hand to gather stones.” His tone was friendly, a contrast to the charged tension of their waterfall encounter.


Nivi nodded, her smile playful as she knelt to collect smooth rocks from the hilltop, her shorts riding up, the damp lace teasing her skin. 


“Happy to help, Vikram—don’t want you doing all the work.” She handed him a stone, their fingers brushing, the contact sending a spark through her. As they arranged the rocks in a circle, Vikram paused, his eyes meeting hers, a genuine warmth in his gaze. “You know, Nivi, most travelers treat me like a pack mule—carry this, set up that. You’re different. You talk to me like a friend, make this fun. Thanks for that.”


Nivi’s heart warmed, her kink tingling at his closeness, her voice soft. “You’re easy to talk to, Vikram. Feels like we’re sharing this adventure, not just you working for us.” 


She placed another stone, her body leaning closer, the night air cool against her exposed midriff. He sees me as more than a guest, she thought, her skin flushing with the connection.


With the firepit set, Vikram lit a small flame, the crackle of kindling filling the air as Raghavan unpacked a portable grill and chicken marinated in spices. “Let’s eat,” Raghavan said, his grin teasing as he handed Nivi skewers, his fingers grazing hers, a possessive touch that ignited her. 


They worked together, the fire’s glow casting shadows on their faces, the scent of charred chicken and turmeric mingling with the night’s coolness. Vikram finished the tent, a sturdy dome under the stars, and joined them, wiping sweat from his brow.


As the chicken sizzled, Nivi sat close to Raghavan, her thigh brushing his, her body tingling with his nearness. The fire’s warmth danced on her skin, amplifying her kink as she caught Vikram’s glance across the flames. Raghavan’s hand rested on her knee, a subtle tease, his voice low. 


“This is living, isn’t it, baby? Out here, under the stars.” His words stirred her, her pussy warming beneath the damp lace, her thoughts drifting to the tent’s promise.


Nivi’s voice softened, her eyes glistening with emotion as she turned to him. 


“This... it’s more than I ever dreamed, Raghavan. I thought nights like this—wild, free, alive—were for another life. You’re making them real.” Her gratitude was raw, her kink blending with a deep appreciation, her body leaning into his touch. He’s given me this freedom, she thought, her heart swelling, her skin buzzing with the thrill of the open hilltop.


Vikram joined them as the chicken finished, the three sitting around the fire, plates balanced on their knees, the stars a glittering canopy above. “This place is magic at night,” Vikram said, biting into a skewer, his voice light but flirty.


 “Ever think about living out here, Nivi? You fit the wild like you were born for it.” His eyes flicked to her tied shirt, the firelight highlighting her curves, a naughty spark in his gaze.


Nivi laughed, her tone playful, teasing. “Living out here? Tempting, but I’d miss my city chaos. What about you, Vikram? You’re the wild expert—what’s the naughtiest adventure you’ve had out here?” Her question was bold, her kink flaring as she leaned forward, the damp lace teasing her nipples, her eyes catching his.


Vikram grinned, his blush visible in the firelight. “Naughtiest? Maybe sneaking into a cave with friends as a kid, thinking we’d find treasure. 


Got grounded for a month. But this—eating under the stars with you—it’s up there. You make the wild feel... electric.” His words carried a flirtatious edge, his eyes lingering on her, the tension from the waterfall simmering.


Raghavan chuckled, his hand sliding higher on Nivi’s thigh, a possessive tease. “Electric, huh? She does that. Tell us, Vikram—what’s wilder than this hilltop, this fire?” His voice was low, teasing, his fingers brushing the edge of her shorts, igniting her further.


Vikram leaned back, his smirk playful. “Maybe a midnight swim in that waterfall, no clothes, just stars. You two game for that later?” His tone was half-joking, half-daring, his eyes flicking between them, the naughty spark shared.


Nivi’s laugh was breathy, her body warming. “Careful, Vikram—you’re getting bold. Keep that up, and we’ll drag you into our wild.” The conversation danced, naughty but fun, their laughter blending with the fire’s crackle, the hilltop’s solitude amplifying their connection.


As they finished dinner, the fire dying to embers, Vikram stood, brushing off his pants. “I’ll be nearby—the boys’ gang from the buffet is camped in a treehouse just over the ridge. I’ll crash there tonight. If you need me, use this.” 


He handed Raghavan a walkie-talkie, his eyes catching Nivi’s with a playful smirk. “Anything at all, I’m a call away.” His voice held a naughty hint, the waterfall’s memory lingering.


Nivi’s skin flushed, her kink tingling at his words, her eyes meeting his with a shared spark. What if he stayed? she thought, her pussy warming at the thought of the tent, the night, the possibilities. Vikram nodded, his smirk lingering as he turned, his footsteps fading toward the ridge.


Nivi and Raghavan sat by the embers, the tent’s promise a charged pulse, the hilltop’s darkness wrapping their thrilling anticipation.

[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 68: Starlit Surrender



Vikram’s footsteps faded into the night, the hilltop’s darkness swallowing him as he headed toward the treehouse camp nearby, the walkie-talkie crackling once in farewell. The firepit’s embers glowed faintly, casting flickering shadows across the grassy peak, the air heavy with the scent of charred wood and dew-kissed wildflowers, stars glittering overhead like a velvet tapestry. 


Nivi stood beside Raghavan, her damp lace bra and panties clinging beneath her denim shorts and tied-front shirt, her skin buzzing from the waterfall’s heated intimacy with Vikram and the lingering thrill of the buffet gang’s stares. The tent loomed nearby, a dark silhouette promising seclusion, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open sky and potential ears. 


He’s left us alone, finally, Nivi thought, her body electric with anticipation. This night is mine to burn.


In a surge of passion, Nivi turned to Raghavan, her hands gripping his shirt as she launched into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips crashing against his in a fiery kiss. 


They tumbled onto the soft grass, her body pressing against his, the cool night air kissing her exposed midriff. His mouth devoured hers, tongues tangling in a hungry dance, his hands roaming her back, pulling her closer. Fuck, I need him, she thought, her pussy warming through the damp lace, her nipples hardening against his chest. She broke the kiss, breathless, her voice a whisper against his lips. “Thank you, Daddy—for this wildness. 


The waterfall, the trail, this night... it’s everything I dreamed but never dared hope for.”
Raghavan’s hands slid under her shirt, fingers teasing the clasp of her bra, his voice a low growl as he nipped at her earlobe. 


“You deserve it, my slut queen, setting fires everywhere. But you said nothing happened with Vikram—what’s this about his lips on you?” His tone was excited, a hungry edge as he unclasped her bra with a snap, pulling the shirt up slowly, exposing her full breasts to the starlight, his thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp.


 “Spill it, baby—tell Daddy what went down in that waterfall.”


Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy slick with arousal at his excitement, her hands fumbling with his shirt buttons, popping them one by one to reveal his chest.


 “Okay, Daddy, you want the truth,” she murmured, her voice naughty, teasing. “Vikram... he got bold. I showed him my pregnancy marks to prove I’m a mom, and he kissed them, sucked the water off like it was sacred. Then he called my pussy beautiful, stared at it through my panties, and... kissed it, sucked it over the lace. I was so wet, Daddy—his mouth felt so good.” Her confession was raw, her body grinding against his bulge, her shorts riding up, the damp panties rubbing against him.


Raghavan’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching under her touch, his voice a filthy growl. “Fuck, baby, you let him taste you? Should’ve come back later—let my dirty slut have her fun.” His hands moved to her shorts, unbuttoning them slowly, fingers brushing the lace beneath, teasing her slick folds. 


“What’s running through that naughty head now? You pushing too far, or is it just right? Tell Daddy—bare it all.”


Nivi moaned, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders, her nails raking lightly down his arms, the starlight casting shadows on his skin. 


“It’s... intense, Daddy. Vikram’s touch, his lips—it was hot, made me crave more. But am I going too far? Losing myself in this kink, these risks? It’s like I’m addicted to being seen, wanted. What if it takes over?”


Her voice was vulnerable, her body pressing closer, her pussy grinding against his thigh, slick and needy as she kicked her shorts off, the damp panties clinging tightly.


Raghavan’s lips trailed down her neck, sucking a mark there, his voice rough with desire. “You’re not losing yourself, baby—you’re finding your fire. 


Be my greedy slut, explore it all—tease that boy, let his cock ache for you, let your pussy drip for strangers’ eyes. But keep control; ride the edge, but don’t fall. You’re mine, Nivi—push the boundaries, fuck the wildness, but come back to Daddy’s cock, begging and wet.” His fingers slid her panties down, exposing her pussy to the cool air, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan louder. 


“Look at you, dripping for me already. What scares you most, baby? The craving, or the power you hold?”


Nivi’s breath hitched, her hands pushing his pants down, freeing his hard cock, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly as she peeled off her shirt, the damp bra falling away, her breasts bare under the stars. 


“The craving scares me, Daddy—it’s so strong, like I could dive too deep, lose my way. But the power... it thrills me, makes me feel unstoppable. You keep me anchored, your control, your touch.” Her voice was breathy, dirty, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his thigh, slick and ready. 


“Fuck, I need you inside me. Am I your good slut, or the bad one pushing too far?”


Raghavan growled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her bare ass, his voice a filthy promise. 


“You’re my perfect slut, baby—good when you obey, bad when you tease, and I love both. Crave it all—Vikram’s mouth, the stares, the risk—but save your screams for me. Let your pussy burn for the thrill, but fuck my cock under these stars.” 


His fingers dipped inside her, curling, his thumb teasing her clit, her moans echoing in the night. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you? My queen, bare and dripping, ready to fuck the night away.”


Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his pants off completely, their bodies fully nude on the grass, her pussy hovering over his cock, ready for the night ahead. “Yes, Daddy—I’m ready. Fuck me, make this unforgettable.” 


Their talk slowed, their nude bodies entwined, the tent waiting for a memorable night.



Nivi and Raghavan lay nude on the grass, their bodies a canvas for the stars, the tent’s promise pulsing with their passion.