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nivithenaughty · 15-09-2025, 11:18 PM

Chapter 69: Moonlit Ecstasy

The hilltop’s firepit embers glowed faintly, casting a soft, dying warmth across the grassy expanse, the night air cool and crisp, laced with the scent of charred wood, dew-kissed wildflowers, and the faint musk of earth settling under a shy half-moon peeking through wispy clouds. Stars twinkled overhead like silent voyeurs, their light bathing Nivi and Raghavan in a silver glow as they lay nude on the soft grass, their bodies entwined, the tent a forgotten shadow nearby.

Nivi straddled Raghavan, her slick pussy hovering just above his hard cock, the tip brushing her wet folds, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Her full breasts swayed, nipples hardened by the breeze and his earlier touches, her skin prickling with the thrill of the open sky.

Raghavan’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his eyes dark with hunger as he gazed up at her, the moonlight carving shadows across his chiseled features.

This is my moment, raw and wild, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink surging, her body electric with the thought of the open night, the distant treehouse where Vikram might hear her cries. No walls, no limits—just us, bare and free.

Raghavan pulled her down, his lips capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her with a possessive edge, his teeth grazing her lower lip as he growled softly.

“My dirty queen,” he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a warm rush through her core. “Tonight, you’re gonna scream for Daddy—let the moon and stars hear how much you need this cock.”

His words ignited her, her pussy dripping onto his shaft, her hips grinding slowly, teasing him with her slickness. She broke the kiss, breathless, her hands splayed on his chest, nails raking lightly down his skin, leaving faint red trails that glowed in the moonlight.

“Daddy, I want you—everywhere,” she whispered, her voice husky, her kink pushing her to take the lead in this submission.

“Let’s start slow—taste every inch of me first.” She slid down his body, her breasts dragging against his chest, her nipples grazing his abs, the sensation sending sparks through her. The grass tickled her knees as she positioned herself beside him, her face inches from his neck, her lips brushing his pulse point, tasting the salt of his skin.

I’m claiming him under this sky, letting it all out, she thought, her inner voice unleashing, her transformation beginning as she embraced the wildness, the possibility of unseen ears amplifying her desire.

She kissed down his neck, her tongue tracing the curve of his collarbone, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark as she moved to his chest. Her hands roamed, fingers teasing his nipples, pinching lightly, making him groan, his cock twitching against her thigh. “Fuck, baby, your mouth’s already driving me wild,”

Raghavan growled, his hand tangling in her hair, not guiding but encouraging, his voice thick with need. “Keep going—show Daddy how hungry you are, out here where the stars can watch.” His words fueled her, her lips trailing lower, kissing the ridges of his abs, her tongue dipping into the lines of muscle, tasting the faint sweat and earth from their trek.

Nivi’s body burned, her pussy aching as she moved lower, her breath hot on his skin, her hands sliding to his hips, nails grazing the sensitive skin there. “You like me like this, Daddy? Kissing you open, no hiding?” she murmured, her voice naughty, her eyes flicking up to meet his, the half-moon casting a shy glow on her face.

She kissed the V of his pelvis, her tongue teasing the skin just above his cock, the precum beading at the tip tempting her. The night air cooled her exposed ass, her pussy slick and vulnerable to the open sky, the thought of Vikram or a stray traveler hearing her moans making her wetter. Let them hear—let the moon see my desire, she thought, her transformation deepening, her inhibitions dissolving.

Raghavan’s hand tightened in her hair, his voice a filthy growl.

“Love it, slut—your lips on me, teasing like the dirty girl you are. Keep going, baby—taste Daddy’s cock, show the stars how much you want it.” Nivi obeyed, her lips brushing the tip, tasting his salty precum, a soft moan escaping as she swirled her tongue around the head, savoring the heat, the texture.

Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking slowly, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging gently, feeling them tighten under her touch. She sucked the head deeper, her lips stretching around him, her tongue flicking the sensitive underside, her saliva mixing with his precum, the taste intoxicating.

“Fuck, your mouth’s so hot,” Raghavan groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his hand guiding her gently, his voice rough. “Deeper, baby—take it all, let the night hear you choke for Daddy.” Nivi relaxed her throat, taking him fully, her nose pressing against his base, gagging slightly but pushing through, the effort making her eyes water, her pussy dripping with arousal.

The grass scratched her knees, the breeze cooling her bare skin, the stars above seeming to pulse with her rhythm. She pulled back, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her hand stroking him as she licked the shaft, teasing the vein with slow, deliberate swirls.

“You’re killing me, baby,” Raghavan murmured, his voice thick, his hand stroking her hair as she worked. “Look at you—sucking Daddy’s cock under the moon, your pussy wet for the wild.

What’s it feel like, being my slut out here? Tell me—bare it all.” His words were dirty, encouraging, his eyes locked on hers, urging her to voice her transformation.

Nivi paused, her lips hovering over his cock, her hand stroking slowly, her voice breathy and raw. “It feels... free, Daddy. Like I’m letting go of everything, screaming my desire to the stars. Your cock in my mouth, the open air on my skin—it’s wild, it’s me. I want to be your dirty slut, to feel every inch of this night.”

Her confession was raw, her kink flaring as she sucked him again, harder, her head bobbing, cheeks hollowing, her hand twisting at the base, her other hand sliding to her pussy, fingers circling her clit, the double sensation building her arousal.

Raghavan’s groans grew louder, his hips thrusting into her mouth, his voice a filthy promise. “That’s my girl—suck it hard, let the moon hear how much you need Daddy. You’re transforming, baby—my slut queen, owning this night.”

Nivi moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan louder, her pussy slick with need, her body trembling with the thrill of the open sky. The forest’s distant hum—crickets, a faint fox call—mixed with her muffled moans, her transformation unfolding as she let out years of pent-up desire, her screams building inside, ready to echo into the night.

Nivi’s mouth worked Raghavan relentlessly, the hilltop’s open embrace fueling their passion, her transformation beginning under the shy half-moon and stars.

The hilltop’s firepit embers cast a faint, dying glow, their warmth swallowed by the cool night air, scented with charred wood, dew-soaked grass, and the faint sweetness of wild jasmine under a shy half-moon peeking through wispy clouds. Stars glittered like scattered embers, bathing Nivi and Raghavan in a silver sheen as they lay nude on the soft grass, the tent a distant silhouette, the open sky a vast stage for their passion.

Nivi’s lips glistened with saliva and Raghavan’s precum, her mouth still warm from sucking his cock, her body trembling with arousal, her pussy slick and needy against his thigh. Raghavan’s hands gripped her hips, his hard cock pressing against her, his eyes dark with hunger as he gazed up at her, the moonlight carving shadows across his rugged features.

I’m his, bare under the stars, ready to scream, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink surging, her body electric with the thought of the open night, the distant treehouse where Vikram might hear her cries.

This is my transformation—wild, free, unstoppable.
Nivi shifted, her breath ragged, straddling his chest, her pussy hovering just above his face, her hands braced on his shoulders for balance, her breasts swaying, nipples aching in the cool air.

“Your turn, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky, dripping with desire, her kink pushing her to surrender to his mouth. “Taste your slut’s pussy—make me scream for the stars.”

Raghavan’s hands slid to her ass, fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her down with a hungry growl, his lips brushing her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin as he inhaled her scent—musky, sweet, laced with the mineral tang from the waterfall.

Fuck, his breath on me—it’s already too much, she thought, her body tingling, her pussy dripping with anticipation, the open sky amplifying her thrill.

His tongue flicked out, grazing her slick folds through the damp lace, the fabric a fleeting barrier he quickly pushed aside with his fingers, exposing her pussy to the night air.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked for Daddy,” he growled, his voice rough, his lips sucking her swollen clit, sending a jolt through her core. Nivi moaned, her hips rocking instinctively, grinding against his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue delved deeper, lapping at her wetness, tasting her arousal, the sweetness mixing with the faint earthiness of the day’s trek.

“Scream for me, my dirty slut—let the moon hear how much you love Daddy’s tongue in your pussy,” he murmured against her, his voice vibrating through her folds, his fingers spreading her ass to tease her entrance.

Nivi’s moans grew louder, echoing into the night, her body trembling as his tongue circled her clit, sucking hard, then dipping inside, exploring every inch. “Daddy, fuck—your mouth feels so good,” she gasped, her voice raw, her hips bucking, her pussy clenching around his tongue.

The grass tickled her knees, the breeze cooling her exposed breasts, her nipples aching as she pinched them, the sensation amplifying her pleasure. I’m screaming, bare under the stars, letting it all out, she thought, her transformation deepening, her cries a release of pent-up desires—freedom, passion, power.

The thought of Vikram or a stray traveler hearing her from the treehouse fueled her kink, her moans turning to screams as his tongue worked relentlessly.

Raghavan’s fingers slid inside her, two curling to hit her G-spot, his thumb circling her clit while his tongue lapped at her folds, the dual assault pushing her higher.

“You’re my greedy queen, aren’t you? Dripping for Daddy, screaming for the night,” he growled, his voice filthy, his mouth sucking her clit harder, making her buck wildly. Nivi’s hands gripped his hair tighter, her body rocking, her screams piercing the darkness.

“Yes, Daddy—don’t stop, make me cum!” Her voice echoed, raw and unfiltered, letting out years of suppressed longing, her body trembling with the intensity of her release building.

“What’s it feel like, baby?” Raghavan murmured, his tongue pausing to tease her entrance, his fingers pumping slowly. “Being my slut under this sky, your pussy bare for the stars. Tell Daddy—let it all out.” His words were dirty, commanding, urging her to voice her transformation, his mouth returning to her clit, sucking with deliberate pressure.

Nivi’s breath hitched, her voice breaking with desire. “It’s... everything, Daddy. I’m free, screaming my heart out, my pussy yours under this moon. I’ve never felt so alive—your tongue, the night, it’s transforming me.”

Her confession was raw, her kink flaring as she imagined unseen ears, her screams growing louder, her body shaking as his fingers curled deeper, his tongue flicking faster.

“Fuck, Daddy—I’m so close, make me cum!” Her cries were wild, unrestrained, her transformation unfolding as she let go of all inhibitions, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her orgasm hit, her pussy spasming, juices flooding his mouth, her screams echoing into the night, a cathartic release of all her feelings—joy, desire, liberation. I’m screaming, bare under the stars, and it’s remaking me, she thought, her body shaking, her hips bucking against his face, her hands gripping his hair as she rode out the waves. Raghavan lapped her through it, his tongue gentle now, savoring her release, his voice a low growl.

“That’s my girl—cum for Daddy, let the whole fucking night hear you.”

Nivi collapsed forward, her body spent but hungry for more, her pussy still tingling, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air.

The grass was soft beneath them, the half-moon shyly watching, the stars pulsing with her rhythm. Raghavan pulled her close, his lips glistening with her juices, his cock hard against her thigh, ready for the next act. “Ready for more, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick with promise. “We’re just getting started under these stars.”

Nivi’s body trembling in afterglow, the hilltop’s open embrace fueling their passion, her transformation deepening as they prepared for more.

The hilltop’s dying embers cast a faint, smoldering glow, the night air crisp with the scent of dew-soaked wildflowers and charred wood, the shy half-moon weaving silver threads through scattered clouds, stars pulsing like silent spectators above. Nivi lay sprawled on the soft grass, her nude body trembling in the afterglow of her orgasm, her pussy slick with her release and Raghavan’s saliva, her breasts heaving, nipples aching in the cool breeze. Raghavan’s lips glistened with her juices, his hard cock pressing against her thigh, his eyes burning with hunger as he pulled her close, his breath hot on her neck.

The open sky enveloped them, the distant treehouse a faint whisper of potential ears, fueling Nivi’s exhibitionism kink. I’m his, bare under the stars, my wildness waking, she thought, her body electric with anticipation, her transformation surging. This night is mine to roar.

Nivi’s hands roamed his chest, her nails grazing his skin, her voice a husky whisper. “Daddy, let’s taste each other—together, under this moon.” Her kink flared, urging her to deepen their connection, to share pleasure in the open. Raghavan’s grin widened, his hands guiding her to shift, positioning her on her side, his body aligning opposite hers for a 69.

“My dirty queen,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, “suck Daddy’s cock while I eat your pussy—let the stars hear us both scream.”

His words ignited her, her pussy warming with a fresh rush, her body eager to merge with his under the night sky.

She straddled his face, her pussy hovering above his mouth, her thighs framing his head as she leaned forward, her lips brushing his cock, hard and veined, precum beading at the tip.

The grass scratched her knees, the breeze cooling her exposed ass, her kink surging at the thought of their sounds carrying to the distant treehouse. Let them hear—let the moon witness, she thought, her wildness stirring, a lioness ready to roar.

Her tongue flicked the tip, tasting his salty precum, a moan escaping as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking deeply, her hand stroking the base, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging gently. Raghavan’s tongue met her pussy, lapping at her slick folds, sucking her clit with hungry precision, sending a jolt through her core.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so sweet,” he growled against her, his voice vibrating through her folds, his hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider as his tongue delved deeper, tasting her arousal. Nivi moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan, his hips bucking slightly into her mouth.

“Suck harder, slut—show Daddy how much you need this under the stars.” His words fueled her, her mouth taking him deeper, her throat relaxing, gagging slightly as she took him fully, her nose pressed against his base, the musky scent of him filling her senses. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her juices dripping onto his lips, the dual pleasure overwhelming.

Nivi’s body rocked, her hips grinding against his face, her moans muffled by his cock as she sucked, her tongue swirling the underside, teasing the sensitive vein. The night air kissed her exposed skin, the stars seeming to pulse with their rhythm, her kink flaring at the openness.

“Daddy, your tongue—fuck, it’s driving me wild,” she gasped, pulling back briefly, her lips glistening with saliva, her hand stroking him as she caught her breath. “Eat me deeper, make me scream!” Her voice was raw, her wildness breaking free, her screams building as she dove back in, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing, her hand twisting at the base.

Raghavan’s tongue flicked her clit, then plunged inside, curling to hit her G-spot, his lips sucking her folds, his fingers teasing her ass, dipping just inside.

“Scream for me, baby—let the fucking moon hear my slut queen,” he growled, his voice thick, his mouth relentless. Nivi’s moans turned to cries, her body trembling, her pussy flooding his mouth as she sucked him harder, her throat taking him fully, tears prickling her eyes from the effort, her arousal soaring.

I’m his, sucking and being sucked, bare for the stars, she thought, her inner voice roaring, her transformation deepening as she let go of all restraint.

The 69 intensified, their bodies locked in rhythm, Nivi’s hips grinding against his face, her mouth working his cock, their groans and moans blending into a wild symphony. She pulled back again, gasping, her voice breaking.

“Daddy, I’m so close—your tongue’s too good. Keep going, make me cum!” Raghavan’s tongue circled her clit faster, sucking hard, his fingers pumping inside her, pushing her toward the edge. “Cum for me, slut—drench Daddy’s face,” he growled, his voice vibrating through her.

Nivi shifted, sitting up to straddle his face fully, her pussy pressing against his mouth, her hands braced on his chest, her hips rocking with desperate need.

“Fuck, Daddy—eat me, make me roar!” Her voice was a wild cry, her body trembling as she rode his face, his tongue relentless, sucking her clit, lapping her juices. The grass scratched her thighs, the breeze cooling her heaving breasts, the half-moon shyly watching as her screams erupted, a lioness’s roar tearing through the night.

Her orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming, squirting onto his face, her juices flooding his mouth, her cries echoing into the darkness, a cathartic release of all her feelings—freedom, desire, power.

“Fuck, yes—Daddy, I’m cumming!” she screamed, her body shaking, her pussy gushing, her wildness unleashed like a lioness claiming her domain. Raghavan lapped her through it, his tongue savoring her release, his groans muffled against her, his cock twitching against her hand. I’m roaring, transformed, free under the stars, she thought, her body trembling in afterglow, her screams a testament to her rebirth.

Raghavan pulled her down, his lips glistening with her juices, his eyes burning with desire.

“My wild queen,” he murmured, his voice thick, his cock hard against her thigh. “You roared for Daddy—now we’re ready for more.” Nivi collapsed beside him, her body spent but hungry, the night’s open embrace fueling their passion, her transformation blazing under the stars.

Nivi’s body trembled in wild afterglow, the hilltop’s starry night pulsing with their passion, her lioness roar echoing as they prepared for more.

The hilltop's dying embers faded into a soft whisper of light, the night air wrapping around Nivi and Raghavan like a velvet cloak, scented with the lingering char of wood smoke, the fresh bite of dew on grass, and the subtle sweetness of distant wild jasmine blooming under the shy half-moon.

Stars scattered across the sky like fragments of shattered diamonds, their cold light bathing the open peak in a ethereal glow, the distant forest humming with the soft rustle of leaves and occasional cricket serenade. Nivi lay sprawled on the grass, her nude body still trembling from the afterglow of her squirting orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, juices coating Raghavan's face and chin, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths, nipples pebbled in the cool breeze.

Raghavan's cock stood hard and throbbing, veins pulsing along its length, precum beading at the tip, his body tensed with unreleased need, his eyes locked on her with a predatory hunger. The tent stood silent nearby, but the open grass felt like their true stage, the vast sky a witness to Nivi's transformation.

I'm his wild queen now, ready to fuck under this moon, screaming my soul, she thought, her exhibitionism kink roaring to life, her body craving the raw exposure, the possibility of Vikram or unseen eyes hearing her cries from the treehouse ridge. This is my pinnacle—letting it all out, reborn in his fire.

Raghavan flipped her onto her back with a commanding ease, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, the grass soft and slightly prickly against her skin, grounding her in the moment.

"Now, baby, I'm gonna fuck you wild—starting slow, building you up, making you scream for every star," he growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core, his cock teasing her entrance, the tip sliding along her slick folds, coating himself in her juices.

Nivi arched her back, her legs spreading wide, her pussy aching to be filled, the cool air kissing her exposed skin, amplifying the sensation. "Yes, Daddy—fuck me, make me yours under this sky," she whispered, her voice husky, her hips lifting to meet him, her kink flaring at the openness, the thought of her screams echoing into the night like a declaration of her freedom.

He entered her in missionary, slow and deliberate, his cock stretching her pussy inch by inch, filling her completely, the sensation a delicious burn that made her gasp, her walls clenching around him, hugging his thickness.

The grass cushioned her back, the earth firm beneath her, connecting her to the wildness of the night as he bottomed out, his balls pressing against her ass, his pubic bone grinding against her clit.

"Feel that, slut? Daddy's cock buried in your tight pussy, under the stars," he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking his thrusts—slow, deep, claiming.

Nivi's hands struggled against his grip, her body writhing, her moans muffled into his mouth as he began to thrust, pulling out almost fully before slamming back in, the rhythm building, each stroke hitting her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Daddy, it's so deep—fuck, I feel you everywhere," she gasped, her voice breaking as she broke the kiss, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to his lips. He sucked on her pulse point, leaving a mark, his thrusts quickening, his free hand sliding between them to tease her clit, fingers circling with firm pressure, making her body buck.

The half-moon watched shyly, its light silvering their sweat-slicked skin, the stars seeming to pulse with her rising cries. I'm fucking him openly, screaming my desire to the universe, she thought, her transformation unfolding, her screams starting soft, growing louder with each thrust, letting out pent-up emotions—frustration, joy, power—in raw, unfiltered bursts.

"Harder, Daddy—make me scream!" Her voice echoed into the night, her pussy clenching around him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Raghavan released her wrists, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples as he thrust harder, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin on skin mixing with her moans.

"Scream for me, baby—let the fucking moon hear my slut cum on Daddy's cock," he growled, his voice filthy, his pace relentless, his cock stretching her, filling her completely.

Nivi's hands clawed at his back, nails digging in, her body arching, her screams piercing the darkness as an orgasm built, her pussy gripping him tighter, her transformation peaking in this position—submissive yet powerful, her body a vessel for wild release.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto all fours in doggy, her ass up, pussy exposed to the night breeze, the grass tickling her knees and palms.

"Ass up for Daddy, slut—let me fuck you like the wild queen you are," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, his cock slamming back in with a single thrust, the angle hitting deeper, his balls slapping her clit. Nivi cried out, her voice a raw scream, her body rocking forward with each pound, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the grass.

"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's so deep, it's breaking me!" she screamed, her voice echoing across the hilltop, letting out all her feelings— the frustration of her past life, the joy of her awakening, the power of her kink—in wild, unrestrained bursts. The stars seemed to brighten with her cries, the half-moon hiding behind a cloud as if blushing at her boldness.

Raghavan's hand slapped her ass lightly, the sting a delicious contrast to the pleasure, his thrusts relentless, his voice a dirty growl.

"Scream louder, baby—tell the stars how much you love Daddy's cock stretching your pussy." His free hand reached under, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.

Nivi's screams grew wilder, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, her transformation complete in this position—animalistic, primal, her exhibitionism kink roaring as she imagined Vikram hearing her from the ridge.

"Yes, Daddy—fuck me harder, make me cum!" Her orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming around his cock, her screams a lioness's roar, releasing everything—her doubts, her cravings, her rebirth.

Raghavan pulled out, flipping her onto her back again, then guiding her to straddle him in cowgirl, her pussy sinking onto his cock, filling her once more.

"Ride me, queen—show Daddy how you fuck under this moon," he commanded, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm. Nivi's hands braced on his chest, her hips grinding, circling, then bouncing, her breasts jiggling with each drop, her pussy gripping him tightly. The grass cushioned her knees, the breeze teasing her exposed skin, the stars a audience to her power.

"Fuck, Daddy—your cock feels so good, filling me," she moaned, her voice breaking into screams, her transformation sealed as she rode him, her body a temple of wild passion.

He sat up, pulling her into his lap for a close embrace, his cock still deep inside, their chests pressing together, her breasts against him as they rocked.

"Scream for me, baby—let it all out," he whispered, his lips on her neck, his hands on her ass, lifting her to thrust up. Nivi's arms wrapped around him, her screams echoing as another orgasm built, her pussy clenching, her body shaking.

Then, he flipped her to reverse cowgirl, her ass facing him, her pussy sinking back onto his cock, the angle hitting new depths. "Bounce for Daddy, slut—let the stars see your ass shake," he growled, his hands slapping her cheeks lightly, his fingers teasing her clit from behind.

Nivi rode him hard, her screams wild, her body a blaze of sensation, the open night amplifying her release.

"Daddy, I'm cumming again—fuck, yes!" Her final orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming around him, her screams piercing the night, letting out all her feelings in a cathartic roar, her transformation complete— a woman reborn, wild and free under the moon and stars.

Raghavan thrust up, his release filling her, his groans mixing with her screams, their bodies collapsing in spent ecstasy.

Nivi and Raghavan lay entwined on the grass, their bodies a canvas for the stars, the tent waiting as their passion lingered in the night.

nivithenaughty · 15-09-2025, 11:28 PM

Chapter 70: Whispered Wildness

The hilltop’s firepit embers had long faded, leaving only a faint warmth in the grass beneath Nivi and Raghavan, the night air cool and crisp, scented with dew-soaked wildflowers and the lingering char of wood smoke under a shy half-moon casting silver threads through scattered clouds.

Stars pulsed overhead like distant witnesses, their light bathing the open peak in a soft glow, the distant forest humming with nocturnal whispers—rustling leaves, a faint fox call. Nivi lay sprawled on the grass, her nude body trembling from her third orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, still clenching around Raghavan’s hard cock, her breasts heaving with ragged breaths, nipples pebbled in the breeze.

Raghavan’s hands gripped her hips, his cock buried deep inside her, moving in slow, deliberate thrusts, his eyes dark with unreleased hunger, his breath hot on her neck. The tent stood silent nearby, but the open grass was their stage, the vast sky amplifying Nivi’s exhibitionism kink.

I’m spent, but he’s not done—fuck, I’m his, screaming under the stars, she thought, her body exhausted yet alive, her transformation sealed in the wild night, the thrill of Vikram or the boys’ gang hearing her cries from the treehouse ridge fueling her arousal.

Raghavan’s thrusts were slow, teasing, his cock sliding in and out with a torturous rhythm, stretching her sensitive walls, making her gasp softly, her body too tired to match his pace but still responding with a slick warmth.

“My greedy queen,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his lips brushing her ear, sucking gently on the lobe.

“You’ve cum three times, screaming like a lioness, but Daddy’s not finished. Gonna fuck you slow till you beg for more.” His words sent a shiver through her, her pussy clenching around him, her kink flaring at the thought of her screams echoing, her body bare under the moon.

Before she could respond, a sharp crackle broke the night—the walkie-talkie, left near their discarded clothes, buzzing to life. Nivi’s heart raced, her skin flushing with a shy thrill, her kink surging at the interruption.

Raghavan chuckled, his thrusts slowing but not stopping, his cock still deep inside her as he reached for the device, pressing it to his ear. “Yeah, Vikram?” he said, his voice casual but laced with amusement, his hips rolling gently, making Nivi bite her lip to stifle a moan.

Vikram’s voice came through, hesitant but clear over the static. “Sir... uh, Nivi? I heard... well, we all heard the screams up here.

The boys’ gang, too—they’re in the treehouse. I turned on some music to cover it, but... keep it low, yeah? Just checking if Nivi’s okay.” His tone was a mix of concern and embarrassment, the naughty undertone of having heard her cries unmistakable, amplifying Nivi’s arousal, her pussy tightening around Raghavan’s cock.

Raghavan’s eyes gleamed, Juno, his thrusts pausing as he handed her the walkie-talkie, his voice a teasing growl.

“My queen’s fine, Vikram—talk to her yourself.” He pressed it into Nivi’s hand, his cock sliding slowly inside her, a wicked grin spreading as he watched her. Fuck, he’s making me talk while he’s fucking me, she thought, her skin flushing with shy excitement, her kink roaring at the audacity, her pussy slick with arousal.

Nivi took the walkie-talkie with trembling fingers, her voice breathy, her body rocking with Raghavan’s slow thrusts.

“Vikram... I’m okay,” she said, her tone shy but laced with a naughty edge, her eyes locked on Raghavan’s. “Just... enjoying the night.”

Her words were indirect, playful, her kink flaring as she spoke, the sensation of Raghavan’s cock moving inside her making her voice waver.

Vikram’s voice crackled back, a hint of a smirk in it.

“Sounds like quite a night. Glad you’re good. Those sounds... they’re wild. We’ve got music on, but it’s loud up here. Try to keep the... uh, volume down, maybe?” His tone was teasing, not overt, the naughty undertone sending a spark through her, her pussy clenching around Raghavan’s cock, a soft moan escaping.

Raghavan’s grin widened, his thrusts slow and deep, his voice a whisper.

“Tell him what you need, baby.” Nivi’s breath hitched, her voice dropping to a sultry tease. “Vikram, I’m... tired. Could use something to drink—water, maybe something stronger. And a smoke, if the boys have any. Can you bring some up?”

Her words were indirect, naughty, her kink alive with the thought of him returning, hearing her.

Vikram paused, then chuckled. “Got it. Water, booze, smokes—I’ll see what the boys have. Be there soon. Keep it... quiet till then, yeah?” The static cut off, and Nivi dropped the walkie-talkie, her face flushing, her pussy slick with arousal as Raghavan’s thrusts deepened.

She looked at him, her voice a shy, naughty whisper. “Daddy, you gotta finish quick—before he gets back.” Her words were playful, urgent, her body trembling with exhaustion and desire, her kink flaring at the risk.

Raghavan growled, his cock thrusting slowly, his hands gripping her hips.

“Quick, huh? My slut queen wants Daddy’s cum. Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

Their bodies rocked together, the grass soft beneath them, the stars watching as Nivi’s soft moans filled the air, her transformation complete in the wild night.

Nivi and Raghavan moved in slow rhythm, the walkie-talkie silent, the hilltop’s darkness pulsing with their whispered passion

Continues...

Sage_69 · 16-09-2025, 08:14 AM

Nivi is doing good but she is still far from real freedom. She needs to reduce Raghavan's presence in her life and get new men.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 10:33 AM

Chapter 71: Firepit Whispers

The hilltop’s firepit embers glowed faintly, casting a soft, flickering warmth across the grassy peak, the night air crisp with the scent of cooling earth, lingering wood smoke, and faint wild jasmine blooming under a shy half-moon weaving silver threads through scattered clouds. Stars pulsed overhead like silent spectators, their light bathing Nivi and Raghavan in a soft glow as they lay entwined on the grass, her nude body trembling from her third orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, still clenching around Raghavan’s hard cock.

His hands gripped her hips, his thrusts slow and teasing, his eyes dark with unreleased hunger, the open sky amplifying Nivi’s exhibitionism kink. I’m his, fucked wild under the stars, she thought, her body exhausted yet alive, her transformation sealed in the night’s embrace, the distant treehouse a faint whisper of potential ears.

Raghavan shifted, flipping Nivi onto all fours in doggy style, her ass raised high, her pussy exposed to the cool breeze, the grass tickling her knees and palms. “Time to cum for you, my slut queen,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, his cock slamming into her with a deep thrust, stretching her sensitive walls, making her moan loudly. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, his thrusts quickening, each one hitting her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Scream for Daddy, baby—let the stars hear you take my cum,” he urged, his voice a filthy command, his balls slapping against her clit with each pound.

Nivi’s moans turned to screams, her body rocking back to meet him, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the grass.

“Fuck, Daddy—fill me, make me yours!” Her voice echoed into the night, her pussy clenching around him, slick with her arousal and his precum. The half-moon seemed to blush, the stars pulsing with her cries, her kink roaring at the thought of Vikram or the boys’ gang hearing her from the ridge.

Raghavan’s thrusts grew frantic, his groans deepening, his cock swelling inside her. “Here it comes, slut—take Daddy’s cum,” he growled, slamming deep as he came, his hot release flooding her pussy, his groans mingling with hers, echoing across the hilltop.
As his cum spilled inside her, a sudden crunch of footsteps pierced the night, snapping Nivi’s head up, her heart racing with a shy thrill.

Fuck, someone’s coming, she thought, her kink flaring at the risk, her pussy still clenching around his softening cock. Raghavan pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs, leaving sticky traces on her skin. Nivi scrambled for her clothes, her hands finding only her cropped shirt in the dark, no time to search for her shorts or panties, thrown somewhere in the grass by Raghavan.

She slipped the shirt on, leaving it untied, the fabric barely reaching her upper thighs, her pussy and cum-streaked thighs precariously covered in the dim moonlight. It’s barely hiding me—fuck, I’m exposed, she thought, her kink surging, her body tingling with the thrill of being caught.

Raghavan tugged on his boxers, his cock still half-hard, his grin wicked as he sat by the firepit, patting the grass beside him. “Come here, baby—let’s play it cool,” he murmured, his voice teasing, his eyes gleaming with amusement. Nivi sat, crossing her legs tightly, pulling the shirt’s hem to cover her pussy, the cum on her thighs sticky and warm, a secret thrill under the loose fabric.

I’m bare underneath, his cum on me, and someone’s coming, she thought, her skin flushing with a mix of shyness and boldness, her kink alive with the risk.

Vikram emerged from the darkness, a small pack slung over his shoulder, his eyes widening as he took in Nivi’s state—her untied shirt barely covering her, her crossed legs hiding her lack of underwear.

“Got your water... and a beer,” he said, his voice hesitant, a bottle in one hand, a walkie-talkie in the other. “It’s all the boys had left—most of ‘em are asleep now. A couple are still up, smoking by the treehouse, but they’ll crash soon.” His gaze lingered on Nivi, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes, wondering if she wore anything beneath, assuming perhaps panties, his cheeks flushing as he handed her the water.

Nivi took the bottle, her fingers brushing his, the contact sending a spark through her, her kink tingling at his scrutiny. “Thanks, Vikram,” she said, her voice shy but playful, her eyes meeting his with a naughty glint.

She uncrossed her legs briefly to sip the water, the shirt shifting, barely covering her pussy, the cum traces hidden in the dark. Raghavan grinned, his hand resting on her knee, a possessive tease. “Sit, Vikram—have a beer with Nivi. I’m a whiskey man, so it’s all hers.” His voice was commanding, his eyes flicking to Nivi, urging her to play along.

Nivi nodded, her smile coy, her kink flaring as she leaned forward, the shirt gaping slightly, her breasts nearly exposed. “Join me, Vikram—let’s toast this wild night,” she said, her voice laced with a naughty undertone, her body buzzing with the thrill of her barely covered state. Vikram sat opposite her, the firepit’s faint glow casting shadows on his face, his eyes darting to her shirt, doubting what lay beneath. He cracked the beer, handing it to her, their fingers brushing again, his voice playful. “To wild nights, then. This hilltop’s something else—heard some... sounds earlier.

Music’s on now, keeping things quiet.” His tone was indirect, naughty, hinting at her screams, making her flush.

Nivi raised the beer, her eyes locked on his, the shirt shifting as she moved, barely covering her pussy, the cum on her thighs a secret thrill. “Cheers to that—wild nights and wild fights,” she teased, her voice low, the naughty spark shared. Raghavan’s hand slid higher on her knee, his fingers teasing the edge of her shirt, amplifying her arousal. They sipped, the beer’s cool bite grounding her, the night’s tension pulsing between them.

Nivi, Raghavan, and Vikram sat by the firepit, their toast a charged pact, the hilltop’s darkness wrapping their whispered wildness.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 10:35 AM

Chapter 72: Starlit Confessions

The hilltop’s firepit embers flickered faintly, their dying glow casting soft shadows across the grassy peak, the night air cool and crisp, scented with the lingering char of wood smoke and the faint sweetness of wild jasmine under a shy half-moon weaving silver threads through scattered clouds.

Stars pulsed overhead like quiet voyeurs, their light bathing Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan in a gentle glow as they sat around the firepit, the empty beer bottle glinting in the embers’ light. Nivi’s untied cropped shirt barely covered her upper thighs, her pussy and cum-streaked thighs hidden in the dark, the sticky traces of Raghavan’s release warm against her skin, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the risk of exposure.

Vikram sat opposite, his eyes darting to her shirt, curiosity flickering as he wondered if she wore anything beneath, assuming perhaps panties. Raghavan’s hand rested on her knee, a possessive touch that kept her grounded, his boxers clinging to his frame. I’m bare, his cum inside me, and Vikram’s watching, Nivi thought, her kink flaring, her body tingling with shy boldness. This night’s unlocking everything.

They finished the beer, the bottle set aside, the cool liquid grounding Nivi’s heated senses. Raghavan stood, brushing grass from his boxers, his voice casual but teasing. “Need to take another piss—back in a bit. Keep the fire going, you two.”

His eyes flicked to Nivi, a knowing glint sparking as he turned, his footsteps fading into the darkness toward the forest’s edge, leaving a charged silence in his wake. Nivi’s heart quickened, her kink surging at being alone with Vikram, her shirt barely covering her, the cum traces a secret thrill.

He’s leaving us again, testing me, she thought, her body warming, her shyness blending with naughty anticipation.

Vikram leaned forward, the firelight casting shadows on his face, his voice low, hesitant but curious. “Nivi... those screams earlier—they were... loud. Wild. Are you always like that, or was tonight different? I mean, the whole hilltop probably heard.” His tone was shy, a naughty undertone threading through, his eyes flicking to her shirt, then back to her face, the memory of her cries in the waterfall lingering.

Nivi’s cheeks flushed, her legs crossing tighter to hide her bare pussy, the cum on her thighs sticky, her voice soft and shy.

“Tonight was... different, Vikram. I’ve never been loud like that before. In my marriage, I barely moaned—always quiet, holding back. Even in the suite, I kept my screams low, careful not to be heard. It’s... what women are taught, right? Keep pleasure in, don’t let it out.” Her confession was vulnerable, her eyes meeting his, the firelight reflecting her openness. I’m baring my soul, not just my body, she thought, her kink tingling at the intimacy, her transformation deepening.

Vikram’s eyes widened, his voice gentle but probing. “Really? Never moaned? That’s... intense. Society’s rules, huh? Always thought that was unfair—women like you, full of fire, shouldn’t have to hide it. So what changed tonight? Why let it all out now?” His tone was curious, his gaze steady, a shy flirtation in his words, drawing her closer.

Nivi smiled, her shyness easing, her voice soft but bold. “This place—the openness, the stars. And... him. He pushes me to feel everything, to express it, not lock it away.

Tonight, I let go—all the walls I built, all the rules I followed. I screamed because I could, because it felt right. The waterfall... it started there, didn’t it? Like some kind of magic, washing away my restraint.” Her words were indirect, naughty, referencing their rockside moment, her kink flaring as she leaned forward, the shirt shifting, barely covering her pussy.

Vikram nodded, his blush deepening, his voice low, playful. “The waterfall... yeah, it’s got magic. You were different there, alive. I felt it too—us talking, splashing, that moment by the rocks.

Got me thinking... what if your boss came back later? I missed something precious, didn’t I? Could I... claim that moment now, if it’s okay?” His question was shy, his eyes searching hers, the naughty undertone clear but respectful, his curiosity burning.

Nivi’s heart raced, her pussy warming at his boldness, the cum inside her a secret she couldn’t voice, her voice a shy tease. “Vikram, you’re bold. He wouldn’t mind, probably, but... it’s not the right time. Too much going on.”

She couldn’t say it aloud—his cum’s inside me, and I’m not ready to share that—but her flush betrayed her, her kink tingling at the thought of Vikram’s desire. He’s asking for me, and I’m tempted, she thought, her body buzzing with shy arousal.

Vikram’s eyes softened, understanding flickering, his voice even shyer. “Did he... finish inside you? I mean, those screams... he’s a lucky guy.” His words were indirect, naughty, his gaze dropping to her shirt, wondering at her bare state.

Nivi nodded, her flush deepening, her voice barely a whisper. “Yeah, he did. He’s... got me.” Her admission was shy, her kink surging at confessing while barely covered, the cum traces sticky on her thighs.

“Maybe tomorrow, on the way back... who knows?” Her tone was playful, leaving the possibility open, her body tingling with the thrill.

Before Vikram could respond, Raghavan’s footsteps crunched back, his figure emerging from the darkness, his boxers clinging to his frame. “

Beer’s done, huh?” he said, his voice casual but teasing, his eyes flicking between them, catching their flush. “What’d I miss? More wild talk?” He sat beside Nivi, his hand resting on her knee, a possessive touch that grounded her.
Nivi grinned, her voice light, returning to the beer. “Just toasting the night, Daddy. Vikram’s keeping me company.” Vikram raised his water bottle, his smirk shy but naughty. “To wild nights,” he said, the firelight glinting in his eyes, their earlier conversation a charged undercurrent.

Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan sat by the firepit, their toast a quiet pact, the hilltop’s darkness wrapping their whispered confessions.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 10:39 AM

Chapter 73: Tent of Trust

The hilltop’s firepit embers glowed faintly, their dying warmth casting soft shadows across the grassy peak, the night air crisp with the scent of cooling earth, lingering wood smoke, and faint wild jasmine blooming under a shy half-moon weaving silver threads through scattered clouds.

Stars pulsed overhead like quiet voyeurs, their light filtering through the tent’s open flap as Nivi, Raghavan, and Vikram finished their beer, the empty bottle glinting in the embers’ glow. Nivi’s untied cropped shirt barely covered her upper thighs, her pussy and cum-streaked thighs hidden in the dark, the sticky traces of Raghavan’s release warm against her skin, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the risk of exposure.

Vikram sat opposite, his eyes darting to her shirt, curiosity flickering as he wondered if she wore anything beneath, assuming perhaps panties. Raghavan’s hand rested on her knee, a possessive touch grounding her, his boxers clinging to his frame.

I’m bare, his cum inside me, and Vikram’s watching, Nivi thought, her kink flaring, her body tingling with shy boldness. This night’s unlocking everything.

Vikram stood, brushing grass from his pants, his voice warm but hesitant. “I should head back—check on the boys’ gang at the treehouse. They’re mostly asleep, but I’ll be there if you need me.”

He patted the walkie-talkie, his eyes catching Nivi’s with a naughty smirk, the waterfall’s memory lingering. “Keep the night wild,” he added, his tone playful, before turning and disappearing into the darkness, his footsteps fading toward the ridge.

Nivi’s heart raced, her kink surging as Raghavan’s hand slid higher on her thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of her shirt.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pulling her toward the tent. They slipped inside, the canvas walls soft and slightly damp from the night air, the starlight filtering through the open flap, casting a silver glow on their skin.

Nivi sank onto the sleeping bag, her shirt riding up, exposing her bare pussy and cum-streaked thighs, the fabric barely covering her breasts.

Raghavan knelt beside her, his boxers tight, his cock half-hard, his eyes dark with desire. He’s mine now, in this tent, she thought, her body warming, her kink alive with the open flap, the distant treehouse a faint whisper of potential ears.

She leaned into him, her lips finding his in a slow, fiery kiss, their tongues tangling, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing his skin.

“Daddy, you’ve made this night... everything,” she whispered against his lips, her voice husky, her body pressing closer, her breasts brushing his chest. Raghavan’s hands slid under her shirt, pulling it off completely, leaving her nude, his fingers tracing her curves, teasing her nipples, making her gasp.

“My slut queen,” he growled, his lips trailing to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a faint mark. “Tell me, baby—what’s this night doing to you? Those screams earlier, with Vikram hearing... you’re opening up, aren’t you?”

Nivi moaned, her hands sliding to his boxers, tugging them down, freeing his cock, her fingers stroking slowly.

“It’s... freeing, Daddy. But it’s our last night here, isn’t it? Before you drop me home and leave?” Her voice was soft, vulnerable, her kink flaring as she straddled his lap, her pussy brushing his cock, the cum inside her a secret thrill.

Raghavan’s eyes darkened, his hands gripping her hips, his voice a low rumble.

“Yeah, baby—this is it. After I drop you home, I’m off to Dubai for a conference. Nobody in the office knows about this trip—it’s our secret, just for you.”

His fingers dipped to her pussy, teasing her slick folds, feeling his cum mixed with her arousal. “But I was scared, Nivi. Those moments with Mohan... thought he might claim this pussy before me. Tell me, baby—is it still mine?” His tone was possessive, dirty, his thumb circling her clit, making her moan.

Nivi’s breath hitched, her hands tightening on his shoulders, her voice firm but shy. “It’s yours, Daddy—only yours. Even Vikram... he asked for a taste back there, wanted to claim what we had in the waterfall. I said no, after we talked. I don’t want you thinking I’m slipping away.”

Her confession was raw, her pussy warming under his touch, her kink surging at the thought of her loyalty. I’m his, and I’m choosing it, she thought, her transformation deepening, her body trembling with devotion.

Raghavan laughed, a low, approving sound, his fingers sliding inside her, curling against her sensitive walls. “Good girl, keeping that pussy for Daddy. I’ve claimed it, ruined it—haven’t I? Tell me, baby— is this pussy fucked like a whore’s now?” His words were filthy, his voice teasing, his eyes locked on hers, urging her to admit it.

Nivi’s cheeks flushed, her voice shy but honest, her body rocking against his fingers. “Yes, Daddy—you’ve ruined it, fucked it like a whore’s. It’s yours, shaped by you.” Her admission was bold, her kink flaring at the dirty truth, her pussy clenching around his fingers, the cum inside her a testament to his claim.

Raghavan’s grin widened, his lips capturing hers in a deep kiss, his voice a filthy growl. “That’s my slut queen. You’re ruined for me, but you’re in control, baby. Share that pussy if you want—tease Vikram, Mohan, whoever—but don’t lose your power. Fuck who you choose, but make them beg, keep the reins tight. You’re mine, but you’re a goddess, ruling this game.” His advice was raw, empowering, his fingers pumping inside her, making her moan, her body arching into him.

Nivi nodded, her hands stroking his cock, her voice breathy. “I’ll keep control, Daddy—always yours first. Fuck, your words make me want you more.” Her lips trailed down his chest, kissing his skin, her pussy grinding against his hand, the tent’s open flap letting in the starlight, amplifying her kink. “This night... it’s everything. I’m free, because of you.”

Their talk continued, dirty and intimate, Raghavan’s hands roaming her body, teasing her nipples, her ass, his cock hardening under her touch. “My goddess,” he murmured, kissing her deeply, his tongue claiming her mouth. “Scream for me again tomorrow—let the world know you’re mine.” Nivi moaned into his kiss, her body curling into his, their conversation a dance of desire and trust.

As the night deepened, they cuddled closer, their nude bodies entwined on the sleeping bag, the stars visible through the tent’s flap, their whispers fading as they drifted into sleep, the hilltop’s darkness wrapping their shared passion.

Nivi and Raghavan fell asleep under the stars, their bond sealed in the tent’s embrace, the night pulsing with their trust and desire.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:05 PM

Chapter 74: Morning Fire

The mountain morning stirred with a chorus of nature’s whispers, the hilltop cloaked in pre-dawn darkness, the air sharp with the chill of dew-soaked grass and the faint tang of pine drifting from the forest below.

Bird calls—soft trills of sparrows and the distant hoot of an early owl—wove through the silence, mingling with the rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. Inside the tent, the open flap let in slivers of starlight, the shy half-moon fading as the first glimpses of dawn peeked through the horizon, casting faint silver threads across Nivi and Raghavan’s nude bodies.

They lay entwined on the sleeping bag, Nivi’s curves pressed against his side, her full breasts soft against his chest, her thigh dbangd over his, the sticky traces of his cum from the previous night still lingering on her skin.

The cold air prickled her bare flesh, her nipples hardening, her pussy warm and sensitive from their wild night, her exhibitionism kink simmering at the thought of the open tent, the distant treehouse where Vikram and the boys’ gang slept.

This morning’s mine, wild and free, Nivi thought, her body tingling with anticipation, her transformation pulsing. I’m waking him my way, under this sky.

Nivi stirred, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, the bird calls urging her awake, her body craving to reignite their passion. She shifted, her hands trailing down Raghavan’s chest, nails grazing his skin, her lips brushing his shoulder as she moved lower, her breath warm against his abdomen.

His cock lay semi-hard, stirring as she kissed the V of his pelvis, the musky scent of him—mixed with the faint earthiness of the night—filling her senses. I’m his slut queen, starting this day dirty, she thought, her kink flaring, her pussy warming at the thought of the open flap, the possibility of her sounds carrying to unseen ears.

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, feeling it harden under her touch, precum beading at the tip.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her voice husky, teasing, her lips brushing the head, tasting the salty bead.

“Time to wake up—your slut’s hungry.” Her tongue flicked out, swirling around the tip, savoring his taste, a soft moan escaping as she sucked the head gently, her hand stroking the base, her other hand cupping his balls, massaging them with care.

The sleeping bag rustled beneath her, the cold air kissing her bare ass, her pussy exposed to the tent’s open flap, amplifying her kink.

Raghavan stirred, his groans low and sleepy, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers in the dim light, the dawn’s first glow catching the hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his voice rough with sleep and desire, his hand tangling in her hair, encouraging but not forcing. “Starting the morning with that mouth? My dirty queen, sucking Daddy’s cock under the sky.”

His words ignited her, her mouth taking him deeper, her lips stretching around his shaft, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside, her saliva mixing with his precum, the taste intoxicating.

Nivi’s pace quickened, her head bobbing, cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base, her other hand massaging his balls, feeling them tighten.

“You like it, Daddy?” she murmured, pulling back briefly, her lips glistening, strings of saliva connecting her to his cock, her hand stroking him as she licked the shaft, teasing the vein with slow swirls.

“Me sucking you, bare in this tent, where anyone could hear?” Her voice was naughty, her kink surging at the thought of Vikram or the boys waking to her sounds, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag.

Raghavan’s hand tightened in her hair, his hips bucking slightly, his voice a filthy growl. “Love it, slut—your mouth’s made for Daddy’s cock.

Deeper, baby—take it all, let the fucking birds hear you choke.” His words spurred her, her throat relaxing as she took him fully, gagging slightly, her nose pressing against his base, tears prickling her eyes from the effort.

The tent’s canvas walls rustled in the breeze, the dawn’s light creeping in, illuminating her nude form, her ass raised, her pussy slick and exposed, her kink roaring at the openness. She pulled back, gasping, her hand stroking him, her tongue swirling the head, teasing the slit, savoring his precum.

Raghavan’s groans grew louder, his body fully awake, his hand guiding her back down. “Fuck, baby, you’re too good,” he growled, sitting up, his hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop.

“My turn to fuck that mouth.” He shifted, kneeling on the sleeping bag, his cock level with her face, his hands tangling in her hair as he thrust gently, sliding into her mouth, his cock filling her throat.

Nivi moaned, her hands on his thighs, nails digging in, her mouth working him, sucking hard as he fucked her face, his thrusts controlled but deep, his groans echoing in the tent.

“Take it, slut—Daddy’s fucking your mouth, making you choke under this sky,” he growled, his voice thick, his cock sliding in and out, her saliva dripping down her chin, her pussy warming with each thrust, her kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the dawn’s light exposing her.

She gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she pushed into him, her tongue swirling, her lips tight around him, the sensation overwhelming.

I’m his, mouth-fucked in the open, letting it all out, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her moans muffled around his cock, her body trembling with desire.

Raghavan’s thrusts quickened, his groans a low rumble, his hands tightening in her hair.

“Fuck, baby—your mouth’s so hot, taking Daddy’s cock like a good slut. Scream for me, let the morning hear.”

Nivi’s moans grew louder, vibrating around him, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the bird calls and dawn’s light amplifying her wildness, her exhibitionism kink at its peak.

Nivi’s mouth worked Raghavan relentlessly, the tent’s open flap exposing their passion to the mountain morning, her transformation blazing under the dawn’s first light.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:08 PM

Chapter 75: Dawn's Desire

The tent's open flap let in the first hints of dawn, the hilltop stirring with the soft trills of birds and the faint rustle of leaves in the early morning breeze, the air crisp with the scent of dew-kissed grass and pine drifting from the forest below.

Nivi knelt on the sleeping bag, her nude body glistening in the dim light, her lips stretched around Raghavan's hard cock, her mouth working him with desperate hunger, saliva dripping down her chin as he thrust into her throat, his hands tangled in her hair. Her pussy ached with need, slick from the night's passion, her exhibitionism kink flaring at the thought of the open flap, the distant treehouse where Vikram might hear her gags and moans.

I'm his morning slut, taking him deep, she thought, her transformation pulsing, her body alive with the wildness of the mountain morning. The power/submission dynamic surged, Raghavan's commanding thrusts making her feel owned, yet powerful in her submission.

Raghavan's groans filled the tent, his hips bucking, his voice a filthy growl. "Fuck, baby, your mouth's so hot—take Daddy's cock, choke on it like the slut you are."

His thrusts quickened, his cock sliding in and out, her throat constricting around him, tears pricking her eyes from the intensity. Nivi's hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, her moans vibrating around his shaft, her pussy dripping onto the sleeping bag, the sensation of being mouth-fucked under the dawn's light amplifying her kink.

The birds are waking to my sounds, she thought, her transformation deepening, her screams from the night echoing in her mind, letting out all her pent-up desires.

As Raghavan's pace intensified, his cock swelling in her mouth, Nivi pulled back suddenly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. Her eyes met his, a mischievous glint mixing with her desire.

"Wait, Daddy," she whispered, her voice breathy, her hand stroking his slick shaft slowly. "I'm... still stained with your cum from last night. You deserve a fresh pussy, not a used one. Let me make this memorable—fuck me like it's our last dawn here."

Her words were dirty, teasing, her kink surging at the thought of being "ruined" for him, her body crawling up his, her lips crashing against his in a deep kiss, her tongue tasting herself on him.

Raghavan's hands roamed her back, pulling her closer, his cock pressing against her belly, his voice a low rumble.

"My dirty queen, worried about being used? That's what makes you perfect—stained with Daddy's cum, ready for more. But if you want memorable, baby, I'll fuck you till you scream for the sunrise."

His lips captured hers again, the kiss fierce, his teeth grazing her lower lip, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing hard, spreading her cheeks, the cool air teasing her slick pussy. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back, her body straddling him, her pussy hovering over his cock, the tip brushing her wet folds.

"Start slow, Daddy," she whispered, her voice naughty, her hips lowering, taking him inside inch by inch in missionary, her pussy stretching around his thickness, the sensation a delicious burn.

The sleeping bag rustled beneath them, the tent's canvas walls fluttering in the breeze, the birds' calls growing louder as dawn peeked through. Raghavan's hands gripped her hips, guiding her down, his cock filling her completely, his voice a filthy growl.

"Feel that, slut? Daddy's cock in your ruined pussy, under this sky. Scream for me, baby—let the mountain hear how much you need it."

His thrusts started slow, deep, each one hitting her G-spot, his pubic bone grinding against her clit, making her gasp.

Nivi's back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples grazing his skin, her moans soft at first, building as she rocked her hips.

"Fuck, Daddy—your cock's so deep, stretching me." Her voice was raw, her kink flaring at the openness, the thought of her screams carrying to the ridge.

The dawn's light crept in, casting a pale glow on their bodies, the stars fading as the sky lightened, amplifying her thrill. "Harder, make me feel every inch—ruin me more."

Her words were dirty, her body responding with a slick warmth, her pussy clenching around him, her transformation pulsing as she let out her desires in gasps and cries.
Raghavan flipped her onto her side, lifting her leg over his hip in a spoon position, his cock sliding back in from behind, his hand reaching around to tease her clit with firm circles, his lips on her neck, sucking hard.

"Like this, baby—Daddy's cock owning your pussy, his fingers on your clit. Scream for the dawn, let it hear my slut cum."

His thrusts quickened, his free hand pinching her nipple, rolling it between his fingers, the dual sensation overwhelming.

Nivi's cries grew louder, her body rocking back against him, the grass visible through the open flap, the birds' calls mingling with her moans.

"Daddy, yes—fuck me, make me yours!" Her voice echoed, her pussy gripping him tighter, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard, her transformation in full bloom as she embraced the wildness.

He pulled out, positioning her on all fours in doggy, her ass raised, pussy exposed to the tent's open flap, the cool air kissing her wet folds.

"Ass up for Daddy, slut—let me fuck you like the wild queen you are," he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, his cock slamming back in with a deep thrust, the angle hitting new depths, his balls slapping her clit.

Nivi cried out, her voice a raw scream, her body rocking forward with each pound, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the sleeping bag. "Fuck, Daddy—your cock's ruining me, stretching me wide!" Her screams pierced the morning, letting out her feelings—joy, desire, power—in wild bursts, the birds seeming to answer with louder trills, the dawn’s light growing, illuminating her bare form.

Raghavan's hand slapped her ass lightly, the sting a delicious contrast, his thrusts relentless, his voice a dirty growl.

"Scream louder, baby—tell the sunrise how much you love Daddy's cock in your wet pussy." His free hand reached under, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.

Nivi's screams grew wilder, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, her transformation complete in this position—animalistic, primal, her exhibitionism kink roaring as she imagined Vikram hearing her from the ridge.

"Yes, Daddy—fuck me harder, make me cum!" Her final orgasm crashed, her pussy spasming around his cock, her screams a lioness's roar, releasing everything—her doubts, her cravings, her rebirth.

Raghavan thrust up, his release spoiling her her, his cum flooding her face, boobs, belly everywhere, his groans mixing with her screams, their bodies collapsing in spent ecstasy.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:21 PM

Chapter 76: Sunrise Exposure

The hilltop stirred with the first whispers of dawn, the air sharp with the chill of morning dew and the faint tang of pine wafting from the forest below, punctuated by the soft trills of sparrows and the distant, haunting call of an early owl.

The tent’s open flap let in the pre-dawn darkness, the shy half-moon fading as the first streaks of sunrise bled over Coimbatore’s rolling hills, painting the grassy peak in hues of gold and rose.

Nivi lay sprawled on the sleeping bag, her nude body trembling from the aftershocks of her third orgasm, her pussy slick and sensitive, filled with Raghavan’s cum, her skin glistening with sweat, saliva, and traces of his release streaking from her breasts to her thighs.

Raghavan lay beside her, his cock softening but still hard, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with satisfaction, the open tent amplifying Nivi’s exhibitionism kink.

I’m his, covered in his cum, fucked wild under the stars, she thought, her body buzzing with exhaustion and arousal, her transformation pulsing in the dawn’s light, the distant treehouse a faint whisper of potential ears.

Raghavan’s hand grazed her hip, his voice a low growl, thick with desire. “Look, baby—the sun’s rising. Let’s greet it, my slut queen, bare and marked.”

His words ignited her, her kink flaring at the thought of standing naked under the dawn, exposed to the world. She nodded, her body trembling as they crawled out of the tent, the cool grass tickling her bare feet, the morning breeze kissing her cum-streaked skin.

They stood together, nude, the sunrise bursting over the hills, its golden rays hitting Nivi’s body, making the cum on her breasts, belly, and thighs glitter like liquid diamonds.

Fuck, I’m glowing, his cum shining on me, she thought, her pussy warming, her kink roaring at the exposure, the thought of unseen eyes from the ridge fueling her thrill.
The sun’s warmth bathed her, highlighting every curve—her full breasts, hardened nipples, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her belly, the sticky trails of cum dripping down her thighs.

Raghavan’s arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers tracing the cum on her hip, a possessive touch that made her shiver.

“My dirty queen,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear, “covered in Daddy’s cum, glittering for the sun. Scream for me again, baby—let the dawn know you’re mine.” His words sent a rush through her, her body leaning into his, her kink alive with the open air.

A sudden voice broke the moment— “Good morning!”—Vikram’s familiar tone, laced with surprise, echoing from the trail’s edge. Nivi’s heart raced, her kink surging with a shy thrill as she realized their state, her cum-covered body fully exposed.

Fuck, he’s seeing me like this, she thought, her skin flushing as she bolted for the tent, the grass slick under her feet, her breasts bouncing, cum glistening in the dawn’s light. Raghavan chuckled, his voice teasing.

“Easy, baby—let him look.” But Nivi dove inside, the canvas walls offering thin cover, her heart pounding with embarrassment and arousal.

Inside, she scrambled for her clothes, finding only her cropped shirt on the sleeping bag, the shorts and panties lost in the grass from their wild night.

“Daddy, my clothes—they’re out there!” she whispered, her voice a mix of panic and naughty excitement, her kink flaring at the thought of Vikram seeing her silhouette. Raghavan stepped to the tent’s flap, his boxers clinging to his frame, his voice calm but commanding.

“Vikram, find her shorts and panties—check the grass where we... got carried away.” His tone was playful, his eyes gleaming as he glanced back at Nivi, her shirt clutched to her chest.

Vikram’s footsteps crunched outside, his voice hesitant but amused. “Got it, sir.” Nivi peeked through the flap, her kink tingling as she saw him searching, his eyes scanning the grass, finally spotting her denim shorts and lace panties tangled near the firepit.

He picked them up, his fingers brushing the damp fabric, his gaze flicking to the tent, curiosity burning. He approached, handing them through the flap, his voice low. “Here, Nivi—your... stuff.”

His eyes lingered, catching the tent’s thin canvas, her silhouette clear as she slipped the shirt on, untied, barely covering her cum-streaked thighs, her pussy hidden but the outline of her breasts and curves stark against the fabric.

Nivi dressed inside, pulling on the panties and shorts, the cum on her skin sticking to the fabric, her kink flaring at the thought of Vikram imagining her body. He’s seeing my shape, knowing I’m marked, she thought, her pussy warming, her transformation pulsing with shy boldness. She emerged, the shirt tied loosely, cum stains visible on her neck and thighs, her voice shy but playful.

“Good morning, Vikram. What time is it?” Her eyes met his, a naughty spark shared, the waterfall’s memory lingering.

Vikram’s gaze flicked over her, noticing the cum stains, his smirk teasing but indirect. “Six a.m., Nivi. We should pack up—tourists might start showing up soon.” His tone was light, but his eyes lingered on her neck, a playful glint.

“Looks like you had another... messy morning, huh? Reminds me of that lunch delivery—quite a glow you’ve got.” His words referenced her cum-stained face from the lunch incident, his mockery shy but naughty, making her flush.

Nivi laughed, her cheeks burning, her voice coy. “You’re trouble, Vikram. Just help us pack, okay?” Her kink surged, the cum stains a secret thrill, her body tingling as they gathered their gear, Raghavan’s hand brushing her ass, a possessive tease.

Vikram joined in, folding the tent, his eyes darting to Nivi’s stained skin, his smirk growing. They worked quickly, the sunrise now full, bathing the hilltop in golden light, the forest waking with louder bird calls, the air warming as they prepared to leave.

Nivi, Raghavan, and Vikram packed up, their teasing glances a charged undercurrent, the hilltop’s dawn glowing with Nivi’s exposed transformation.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:27 PM

Chapter 77: Trek of Teases

The morning sun climbed higher over the Coimbatore hills, its golden rays slicing through the dense forest canopy, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the winding trail, the air vibrant with the scent of dew evaporating from wild ferns and the crisp tang of pine needles scattered underfoot.

The forest pulsed with life—a lively chorus of sparrow trills, the occasional hoot of a retreating owl, and the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle morning breeze. Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan trekked downward, their gear packed, the hilltop now a fading memory of firepit embers and starlit passion.

Nivi's denim shorts hugged her thick thighs, the cropped shirt tied loosely at her midriff, barely concealing her damp lace bra and panties, the faint cum stains on her skin—remnants of Raghavan's release—hidden but warm against her thighs, her exhibitionism kink simmering with each step.

Vikram walked beside her, his backpack slung over his shoulder, his shirt and pants clinging to his lean frame, his eyes flicking to her with a shy, naughty spark. Raghavan led with a confident stride, his hand occasionally brushing her lower back, a possessive touch that grounded her. I'm still marked by him, glowing in their eyes, Nivi thought, her kink flaring, her body tingling with the morning's wild intimacy and the lost chance for a waterfall encore. This trek could've been ours alone.

Their steps crunched on the gravelly path, the forest closing around them, when a burst of familiar shouts echoed from behind— the same boisterous voices of the boys' gang from the breakfast buffet, the group who'd trailed Nivi's swaying ass by the pool, their whispers about her “juicy curves” still fresh in her mind. The six college-aged guys emerged from the ridge, their dusty jeep parked nearby, their eyes locking onto Nivi immediately, their chatter turning to excited calls.

“Hey, Vikram—hold up!” their leader shouted, his gaze raking over Nivi's tied shirt and shorts, a hungry glint in his eyes.

“Forget the jeep—we're trekking down with you. You're our guide, right? Make it worth it, especially with her leading the way.” His tone was teasing, indirect, his eyes lingering on her exposed midriff, amplifying her kink.

Vikram paused, his face flushing as he glanced at Nivi, then Raghavan, his voice hesitant.

“Uh, sure... if it's okay with you two.” His eyes met Nivi's, a flicker of regret sparking, their waterfall moment—its potential continuation—spoiled by the gang's intrusion. Raghavan chuckled, his hand squeezing Nivi's waist, his voice low and teasing.

“Why not? Let's make it a lively trek.” His eyes gleamed with amusement, knowing the boys' stares would fuel her exhibitionism kink, his touch possessive yet encouraging. Nivi's heart sank, her plans for a private waterfall stop with Vikram— a chance to revisit their rockside tease—dashed by the group's presence. Fuck, no alone time now, she thought, her kink mixing with frustration, her pussy warming at the thought of the gang sighting her, their eyes already devouring her.

The group merged, the boys falling in behind, their gazes fixed on Nivi's swaying hips, her shorts riding up with each step, revealing the curve of her ass, the tied shirt shifting to flash her midriff. One whispered to another, loud enough for her to hear, “Same girl from the pool—damn, those legs are killing it.”

Their teasing talks were subtle, naughty without crossing lines, and Nivi's kink flared, her body heating under their scrutiny, her steps deliberate, accentuating her sway. They're watching, wanting me, she thought, her pussy slick with arousal, the cum stains a secret thrill beneath her shorts. Vikram walked closer, his voice low, teasing.

“They're not here for the trail, Nivi—you're the view. Kind of like the waterfall, huh? Shame we didn't get that stop.”

His words were indirect, naughty, referencing their interrupted rockside moment, his eyes flicking to her thighs, the memory of her pregnancy marks and pussy outline burning in his gaze.

Nivi grinned, her voice playful, carrying a hint of regret.

“Yeah, a shame, Vikram. Thought we'd have a quiet trek, maybe revisit that... magic water.”

Her tone was teasing, her eyes meeting his with a naughty spark, the boys' stares from behind adding to the tension. Raghavan glanced back, his hand brushing her arm, his voice a low growl only she heard.

“Let them look, baby—your ass is a tease. But you're mine.”

His words ignited her, her kink surging, her body buzzing as the trek continued inward, the forest's shade cooling her skin.

The boys' shouts grew bolder, one calling out, “Guide, keep up with her—she's setting the pace!”

Their laughter echoed, their eyes trailing her curves, and Nivi's kink roared, her pussy warming further, her transformation pulsing with each step. Vikram matched her pace, his shoulder brushing hers, his voice dropping to a shy whisper.

“They're hooked, Nivi—just like I was at the waterfall. You've got that spark.”

His flirtation was subtle, his eyes lingering on her tied shirt, the cum stains hidden but fueling her thrill.

Nivi's laugh was breathy, her voice teasing.

“Spark, huh? Careful, Vikram—you're sounding like one of them.”

Her words were playful, her eyes sparkling with naughty intent, the gang's stares and Vikram's flirtation weaving a charged undercurrent as the trail wound deeper, the waterfall's promise fading but her kink burning bright.

Ending the chapter there, Nivi, Vikram, Raghavan, and the boys' gang trekked inward, their teasing talks and heated glances a pulsing tension, the forest's hum echoing Nivi's wild anticipation

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:30 PM

Chapter 78: Waterfall Wishes

The morning sun filtered through the dense Coimbatore forest, its golden rays weaving through the canopy of tangled vines and towering pines, casting shifting patterns of light on the narrow trail. The air buzzed with the scent of damp ferns and the crisp bite of morning dew, alive with the chatter of sparrows and the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze.

Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan trekked downward, the boys' gang from the breakfast buffet trailing behind, their boisterous shouts echoing through the trees, their eyes locked on Nivi's swaying hips, her denim shorts hugging her thighs, the cropped shirt tied at her midriff, barely concealing her damp lace bra and panties.

The faint cum stains on her skin—remnants of Raghavan's release—remained a secret thrill, warming her thighs beneath the fabric, her exhibitionism kink simmering with each step. Vikram walked beside her, his backpack bouncing lightly, his shy glances carrying the naughty spark of their waterfall rockside moment, while Raghavan led with a confident stride, his hand occasionally brushing her lower back, a possessive touch that fueled her arousal.

They're all watching, and I'm burning under their eyes, Nivi thought, her kink flaring, her body tingling with the spoiled chance for a private waterfall stop, the gang's presence a frustrating yet thrilling intrusion. I wanted that moment with Vikram, but their stares are waking something else.

The trail curved, the familiar roar of the waterfall growing louder, its misty spray catching the sunlight as they emerged into the clearing. The cascade tumbled down a rocky cliff into a shimmering pool, surrounded by smooth stones and lush ferns, the water sparkling like liquid crystal. The boys' gang erupted in excited shouts, their eyes widening at the sight.

“Yo, Vikram!” their leader, a lanky guy with a cocky grin, called out, his gaze flicking to Nivi before settling on the guide.

“You kept this place a secret? What the hell, man—this is epic!” The others chimed in, scolding Vikram playfully, their voices overlapping.

“Should've brought us here yesterday, bro!” one said, already tugging off his shirt, revealing a lean torso as he tossed it aside.

Vikram flushed, his smile sheepish as he dropped his backpack.

“Didn't know you'd want a swim—thought the jeep was your thing.”

His eyes met Nivi's, a flicker of regret for their lost moment, but the gang's enthusiasm drowned it out. Without waiting, they stripped to their boxers, tossing clothes onto the rocks, their laughter echoing as they jumped into the pool, splashing wildly, the water erupting around them. One pulled a bottle of rum from a bag, the last of their liquor, and raised it with a grin.

“Yo, lady—Nivi, right? Mind if we drink? Gotta celebrate this spot!” His tone was friendly, his eyes lingering on her shorts, the cum stains hidden but her curves drawing their stares.

Nivi shook her head, her voice light but shy, her kink tingling under their gazes.

“Go for it—looks like you're having fun.”

She stood by the pool's edge, watching the boys splash and wrestle, their shouts filling the air, the rum bottle passing between them. They're so free, wild like I wish I could be, she thought, her heart yearning, her kink flaring at the thought of joining them, her body still aching from the night's intensity. If I was born a boy, I'd dive in, no hesitation. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but the leader overheard, his head turning as he waded closer, water dripping from his shoulders.

“What's that, ma'am? Wishing you could join the fun?” he said, his grin playful, his eyes raking over her tied shirt and shorts.

“You can still enjoy—come on, jump in! We don't mind, right, guys?” He turned to the others, who cheered, their eyes lighting up, and without waiting, he dove back into the pool, splashing water toward her. Nivi's heart raced, her kink surging at the invitation, her pussy warming beneath her shorts, but hesitation held her back, her body tensing with shyness.

Raghavan sensed her conflict, his hand brushing her lower back, his voice a low, encouraging murmur.

“Go in if you want, baby—live your wildness. No one's judging.”

His eyes gleamed with amusement, his touch possessive yet freeing, urging her to embrace her desires. Nivi bit her lip, her kink flaring, but her hesitation lingered, the memory of the night's exhaustion mixing with her longing.

Two more guys waded closer, their boxers clinging to their thighs, their voices friendly but teasing.

“Come on, Nivi—at least dip in the pool, have a drink with us!” one said, holding up the rum bottle, now mixed with waterfall water in a makeshift cup.

“This stuff's fresh, like the falls. You look like you could use it.”

Their eyes lingered on her curves, the tied shirt flashing her midriff, amplifying her kink. Nivi hesitated, her heart pounding, then nodded, her voice shy.

“Okay... just a dip.”

She stepped forward, kicking off her shoes, wading into the pool until the water lapped at her thighs, the cold biting her skin, refreshing her tired body.

One of the guys handed her a cup, the rum mixed with the mineral-tangy waterfall water, cool and invigorating.

“Cheers to the falls!” he said, his eyes locked on hers, a naughty glint in his gaze. Nivi sipped, the liquid soothing her parched throat, the rum's warmth spreading through her, grounding her after the night's intensity. The boys cheered, their laughter echoing, their stares bold but playful as they splashed around her, their boxers clinging, their bodies glistening in the sunlight. They're enjoying me, and I'm burning under their eyes, Nivi thought, her kink roaring, her pussy warming beneath her shorts, her heart yearning to dive deeper, to let go like they did.

She stayed at thigh-level, her shorts damp, the cum stains hidden but a secret thrill, her hesitation holding her back from fully joining their wildness. I want to dive in, be free like them, she thought, her body tingling with desire, the waterfall's roar urging her forward, her transformation pulsing but not yet complete.

Nivi stood in the pool, the boys' stares and laughter a charged undercurrent, the waterfall's mist wrapping her hesitant longing.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:33 PM

Chapter 79: Waterfall Boldness

The waterfall's roar filled the forest clearing, its icy mist curling upward in the morning sun, the golden light catching droplets like scattered gems as the cascade tumbled into the shimmering pool. Nivi stood thigh-deep in the cool water, her denim shorts damp, clinging to her curves, the cropped shirt tied loosely at her midriff, the lace bra and panties beneath faintly visible, her skin tingling with the rum's warmth and the boys' gang's playful stares.

The six college-aged guys splashed around her, their boxers soaked, their laughter echoing as they passed the rum bottle, now mixed with the mineral-tangy waterfall water. Vikram stood nearby, his eyes flicking to Nivi with a shy, naughty spark, while Raghavan lounged on a rock at the pool's edge, his gaze possessive yet encouraging, his hand resting casually on his knee.

Their eyes are on me, and I'm burning, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink simmering, the rum's buzz loosening her hesitation, her body yearning to dive deeper into the wildness she'd glimpsed.
The gang's leader, a lanky guy with a cocky grin, raised the rum bo

ttle, his eyes locked on Nivi.

“Another round, boys!” he shouted, diving toward the waterfall, the others following, their bodies slicing through the water, swimming to the cascade's base. They climbed the rocks, standing under the pounding flow, their shouts of exhilaration mixing with the roar, their boxers clinging to their thighs as they bathed, then swam back for another drink. Nivi watched, the rum's warmth spreading through her chest, her heart racing at their carefree joy. I've never seen this—guys just letting go, no rules, she thought, her voice soft, almost to herself.

“It's... wild. I've never seen fun like this, so free.”
The leader overheard, wading closer, water dripping from his shoulders, his grin playful.

“Free? Hell yeah, Nivi—this is living! Why just watch? Jump in with us!” His eyes raked over her shorts and shirt, his tone teasing but inviting, the others nodding, their stares bold yet friendly.

“Come on, ma'am—be part of the fun!” one called, splashing water toward her, the droplets catching the sunlight.
Nivi hesitated, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt, her voice shy.

“I'd love to, but... my clothes'll get soaked, and I don't have spares.” Her kink flared at the thought of stripping down, but caution held her back, her body tensing. The leader laughed, his eyes glinting.

“No spares? No problem! Morning sun's hot—your stuff'll dry by the time we hit the resort. Come on, dive in!” His enthusiasm was infectious, the others cheering, their gazes lingering on her curves, amplifying her arousal.
Raghavan's voice cut through, low and encouraging, his eyes gleaming.

“Go for it, baby—if you want. Live it up.” His tone was permissive, his touch on her arm a subtle push, fueling her kink. Nivi bit her lip, her heart pounding, the rum's buzz loosening her restraint.

“Okay... maybe just a bit more,” she said, wading deeper, the water rising to her hips, the cold biting her skin, refreshing her tired body.
The boys swam for another round, diving to the waterfall, their shouts echoing as they bathed under the cascade, then returned, passing the rum bottle. Nivi took another sip, the mix of rum and waterfall water sharp on her tongue, the alcohol warming her further, making her tipsy. By the third round, her hesitation melted, her body buzzing with boldness, the water's flow and the slippery stones calling her. The leader noticed, grinning.

“You're looking shaky, Nivi—that rum's hitting. Take a dip under the falls—it's so cold, it'll clear your head.” His tone was playful, his eyes locked on her, the others nodding, their stares urging her on.
Nivi laughed, her voice bolder, the rum fueling her courage.

“Clear my head? Alright, let's see.” Her kink roared, the thought of diving in with their eyes on her igniting her arousal. As the boys swam for their next round, Nivi took a breath, her heart racing, and dove into the pool, her body slicing through the water, beating them to the waterfall's base.

She climbed the rocks, her shorts and shirt soaking through, clinging to her curves, the lace bra and panties outlining her breasts and pussy, the cum stains from the night hidden but warm against her skin. She reached the cascade first, standing under the pounding flow, the icy water crashing over her, soaking her fully, her body glistening in the sunlight.

Her shirt plastered to her breasts, the tied knot loosening, revealing the lace bra's sheer fabric, her nipples hard and prominent. The shorts hugged her hips, the water outlining her pussy through the damp lace panties, her curves accentuated as she stood tall, arms raised, letting the waterfall drench her.

Her dark hair clung to her shoulders, water streaming down her neck, over her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, her navel, and down her thighs, her skin shimmering like polished amber. The morning sun caught the droplets, making her glow, her body a vision of raw, untamed beauty under the cascade's roar. I'm free, wild, theirs to see, she thought, her exhibitionism kink blazing, her transformation pulsing as she stood exposed, the water washing away her restraint.

The boys froze in the pool below, their jaws dropping, eyes wide as they stared, their shouts silenced by the sight.

“Holy shit,” one whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar, his eyes locked on her glistening curves.

“She's... unreal,” another muttered, their gazes devouring her soaked form, the waterfall framing her like a goddess. Vikram stood among them, his eyes burning with awe, the rockside moment flashing in his mind, his breath catching at her boldness.

Raghavan watched from the shore, his grin wicked, his eyes gleaming with pride and possession, her display fueling their dynamic.
Nivi stood under the waterfall, the cold water invigorating her tipsy senses, her body alive with the thrill of their stares, her kink roaring as she embraced her transformation, a woman unbound, glowing in the morning light.

nivithenaughty · 22-09-2025, 02:36 PM

Chapter 80: Waterfall Rivalry

Nivi stepped back from the waterfall's pounding cascade, water streaming off her, her grin wide and teasing as she waded toward the pool's edge.

“Too slow, boys!” she called, her voice ringing with playful challenge over the roar.

“Lost to a city girl—thought you'd keep up!” Her exhibitionism kink flared as the boys' gang swam closer, their soaked boxers clinging to their thighs, their eyes locked on her, admiration burning in their gazes. The leader, lanky and cocky, laughed, climbing onto a rock beside her under the falls, water dripping from his lean frame.

“Not fair, Nivi—you didn't call the race! We demand a rematch!” His tone was naughty but light, his eyes flicking to her soaked form, the others nodding, their stares bold and appreciative.

“Yeah, let's do it right!” another shouted, splashing water toward her, his grin wide as he joined them under the falls, the group's laughter echoing through the mist. Nivi's kink surged, her body warming under their attention, her wet clothes clinging as she swam back to the shore with them, their strokes slow and deliberate, the water parting around them.

“You're fast, Nivi,” a third guy said, his eyes tracing her as they reached the rocks, “but we're ready now.” The group gathered around the rum bottle, passing it for another round, the liquid sharp and warm with the waterfall's mineral tang.

Nivi sipped, the rum's heat spreading through her, her tipsiness fueling her boldness.

“Alright, let's make it official,” she said, turning to Raghavan on the shore, his posture relaxed but commanding.

“Raghavan, you judge. Here's the deal: finish a drink, swim to the waterfall, stand under it for a ten-count, swim back, and touch you first to win.” Her eyes sparkled with competitive mischief, catching Vikram's gaze, his shy smirk echoing their earlier waterfall tease.

“Vikram's in too, right?”

Vikram nodded, his cheeks flushing, his voice playful.

“Can't let you city folks have all the fun.” The boys cheered, their eyes sweeping over Nivi's wet form, her shirt gaping slightly, the knot loosening to flash her midriff. Raghavan's grin widened, his voice calm but teasing.

“Needs a bet—what's the prize?” His eyes locked on Nivi, urging her to decide.

Nivi paused, her kink tingling, her voice coy.

“I'll decide after... let's race first.” The boys hooted, their excitement infectious, no one pressing for details, their gazes lingering on her curves.

“Deal!” the leader said, raising the rum bottle. They grabbed cups, the rum-water mix passed around, and Raghavan clapped his hands.

“Ready? Drink, swim, count, touch—go!”

They downed their drinks, the rum burning Nivi's throat, her tipsiness sharpening her senses as they dove into the pool, strokes cutting through the water. The boys swam hard, their shouts ringing out, but Vikram's local savvy gave him the edge, his lean frame gliding effortlessly. Nivi pushed forward, her wet clothes heavy, her strokes strong, her kink driving her.

They reached the waterfall, scrambling up the slippery rocks, standing under the icy cascade for a ten-count, the water pounding over Nivi, her shirt and shorts clinging tighter, outlining her curves. The boys counted loudly, their eyes fixed on her, but Vikram surged ahead, swimming back to touch Raghavan's hand first.

“Damn it!” the leader shouted, splashing the water as they returned, the gang's laughter tinged with frustration. Nivi waded out, water streaming off her, her shirt gaping to reveal her soaked bra, her shorts molding to her ass, the boys' eyes devouring every curve as she stepped onto the rocky shore.

“Vikram's a cheat!” she teased, her voice bold, siding with the boys as she leaned against a rock, her wet form glistening in the sun.

“He's local—knows these waters like his own backyard. Let's rematch, no Vikram this time!” Her tone was lively, her kink surging as the boys cheered, their stares admiring her every move, water dripping down her legs, her shirt barely holding together.

The leader grinned, his eyes tracing her soaked form.

“You're on, Nivi—but damn, you're making it tough to focus, looking like that.” His tone was playful, indirect, the others nodding, their gazes lingering on her curves, amplifying her arousal. Vikram stepped back, smirking.

“I'll sit this one out—give you city folks a shot.” His eyes met Nivi's, a naughty spark shared, their waterfall moment lingering as the boys prepared for the rematch, the cascade's roar fueling their excitement.

Nivi stood tall, her wet clothes clinging, her body a vision of bold beauty, the boys' admiration stoking her transformation as they readied for the next race.

Continues...

DuraiBabu · 23-09-2025, 01:36 PM

(22-09-2025, 02:36 PM)nivithenaughty Wrote: Chapter 80: Waterfall Rivalry

Nivi stepped back from the waterfall's pounding cascade, water streaming off her, her grin wide and teasing as she waded toward the pool's edge.

“Too slow, boys!” she called, her voice ringing with playful challenge over the roar.

“Lost to a city girl—thought you'd keep up!” Her exhibitionism kink flared as the boys' gang swam closer, their soaked boxers clinging to their thighs, their eyes locked on her, admiration burning in their gazes. The leader, lanky and cocky, laughed, climbing onto a rock beside her under the falls, water dripping from his lean frame.

“Not fair, Nivi—you didn't call the race! We demand a rematch!” His tone was naughty but light, his eyes flicking to her soaked form, the others nodding, their stares bold and appreciative.

“Yeah, let's do it right!” another shouted, splashing water toward her, his grin wide as he joined them under the falls, the group's laughter echoing through the mist. Nivi's kink surged, her body warming under their attention, her wet clothes clinging as she swam back to the shore with them, their strokes slow and deliberate, the water parting around them.

“You're fast, Nivi,” a third guy said, his eyes tracing her as they reached the rocks, “but we're ready now.” The group gathered around the rum bottle, passing it for another round, the liquid sharp and warm with the waterfall's mineral tang.

Nivi sipped, the rum's heat spreading through her, her tipsiness fueling her boldness.

“Alright, let's make it official,” she said, turning to Raghavan on the shore, his posture relaxed but commanding.

“Raghavan, you judge. Here's the deal: finish a drink, swim to the waterfall, stand under it for a ten-count, swim back, and touch you first to win.” Her eyes sparkled with competitive mischief, catching Vikram's gaze, his shy smirk echoing their earlier waterfall tease.

“Vikram's in too, right?”

Vikram nodded, his cheeks flushing, his voice playful.

“Can't let you city folks have all the fun.” The boys cheered, their eyes sweeping over Nivi's wet form, her shirt gaping slightly, the knot loosening to flash her midriff. Raghavan's grin widened, his voice calm but teasing.

“Needs a bet—what's the prize?” His eyes locked on Nivi, urging her to decide.

Nivi paused, her kink tingling, her voice coy.

“I'll decide after... let's race first.” The boys hooted, their excitement infectious, no one pressing for details, their gazes lingering on her curves.

“Deal!” the leader said, raising the rum bottle. They grabbed cups, the rum-water mix passed around, and Raghavan clapped his hands.

“Ready? Drink, swim, count, touch—go!”

They downed their drinks, the rum burning Nivi's throat, her tipsiness sharpening her senses as they dove into the pool, strokes cutting through the water. The boys swam hard, their shouts ringing out, but Vikram's local savvy gave him the edge, his lean frame gliding effortlessly. Nivi pushed forward, her wet clothes heavy, her strokes strong, her kink driving her.

They reached the waterfall, scrambling up the slippery rocks, standing under the icy cascade for a ten-count, the water pounding over Nivi, her shirt and shorts clinging tighter, outlining her curves. The boys counted loudly, their eyes fixed on her, but Vikram surged ahead, swimming back to touch Raghavan's hand first.

“Damn it!” the leader shouted, splashing the water as they returned, the gang's laughter tinged with frustration. Nivi waded out, water streaming off her, her shirt gaping to reveal her soaked bra, her shorts molding to her ass, the boys' eyes devouring every curve as she stepped onto the rocky shore.

“Vikram's a cheat!” she teased, her voice bold, siding with the boys as she leaned against a rock, her wet form glistening in the sun.

“He's local—knows these waters like his own backyard. Let's rematch, no Vikram this time!” Her tone was lively, her kink surging as the boys cheered, their stares admiring her every move, water dripping down her legs, her shirt barely holding together.

The leader grinned, his eyes tracing her soaked form.

“You're on, Nivi—but damn, you're making it tough to focus, looking like that.” His tone was playful, indirect, the others nodding, their gazes lingering on her curves, amplifying her arousal. Vikram stepped back, smirking.

“I'll sit this one out—give you city folks a shot.” His eyes met Nivi's, a naughty spark shared, their waterfall moment lingering as the boys prepared for the rematch, the cascade's roar fueling their excitement.

Nivi stood tall, her wet clothes clinging, her body a vision of bold beauty, the boys' admiration stoking her transformation as they readied for the next race.

Continues...

Wow! What an update. Keep more coming soon. Can't wait enough. I guess the challenge is going to get even more exciting and turn into a tournament - each round someone would shed a piece of their clothing!

Kama pithan · 25-09-2025, 09:18 AM

So far nivi in forest

nivithenaughty · 26-09-2025, 04:22 PM

Chapter 81: Victory Dance

The waterfall's roar pulsed through the forest clearing, its icy spray catching the morning sun in fleeting rainbows, the surrounding rocks and ferns glistening with dew as the water tumbled into the shimmering pool.

Nivi waded back to the shore with the boys' gang, her soaked denim shorts and cropped shirt clinging to her curves, the loosened knot revealing glimpses of her lace bra, her nipples faintly outlined against the wet fabric.

The shorts hugged her hips and thighs, water streaming down her body, her dark hair plastered to her shoulders, her skin glowing with the thrill of the rematch challenge. The boys stood around, their boxers dripping, their eyes locked on her with admiration, while Vikram lingered nearby, his gaze carrying a shy, naughty spark, and Raghavan watched from the shore, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

I'm their focus, and it's burning me up, Nivi thought, her exhibitionism kink blazing, her transformation pulsing as she prepared for the race, her body buzzing with competitive energy.

The leader raised the rum bottle, his grin wide.

“Rematch time—let's see if you can beat us fair, Nivi!” The others cheered, their voices echoing, their stares bold as they lined up by the pool's edge. Nivi nodded, her voice playful.

“Let's go—show me what you've got!” They grabbed their cups, the rum-water mix passed around, and Raghavan clapped his hands.

“Drink, swim, count, touch—go!” They downed their drinks, the rum burning Nivi's throat, her tipsiness sharpening her focus as they dove into the pool, strokes slicing through the water.

Nivi pushed hard, her wet clothes heavy but her strokes strong, her body cutting through the current with surprising speed. The boys swam beside her, their shouts ringing out, but her determination drove her forward, her legs kicking powerfully.

They reached the waterfall, scrambling up the slippery rocks, standing under the icy cascade for a ten-count, the water pounding over her, her shirt and shorts clinging tighter, outlining her curves. The boys counted loudly, their eyes fixed on her, but Nivi surged ahead, swimming back with a burst of energy, touching Raghavan's hand first, her breath ragged but triumphant.

“Yes!” she shouted, her voice ringing with victory, a playful grin spreading as she stepped onto the shore, water streaming off her. The boys groaned, splashing the water in mock defeat, their laughter tinged with admiration.

“Damn, Nivi—you're a beast!” the leader called, his eyes raking over her soaked form, the wet shirt flashing her bra, her shorts molding to her ass. Nivi laughed, her kink flaring, and began a playful dance, her hips swaying, her arms raised, water dripping from her hair and body, the sun catching the droplets on her skin.

The boys watched, their jaws dropping again, their stares devouring her every move—her breasts bouncing under the wet shirt, her thighs flexing, her ass swaying—each motion a treat, their cheers growing louder. They're loving this, and I'm glowing in it, she thought, her pussy warming beneath the soaked lace, her transformation pulsing with bold confidence.

Vikram waded out, his eyes shining with awe, his voice soft but teasing.

“Nivi, where'd you learn to swim like that? You outpaced us all!” His tone carried a naughty undertone, his gaze lingering on her wet curves, the memory of their rockside moment sparking between them.

Nivi grinned, catching her breath, her voice playful.

“Grew up in a village, Vikram—used to swim in the river all the time. Guess it stuck with me!” Her confession was light, her kink tingling as the boys gathered around, their admiration growing. The leader nodded, his tone appreciative.

“Village girl or not, you're a champ, Nivi—those strokes were insane!” Another added, “Yeah, you've got skills—beat us hands down!” Their chatter flowed, the group bonding over her win, their eyes still tracing her soaked form, the water enhancing her allure.

Raghavan stepped forward, his voice calm but firm, his eyes locking on Nivi.

“Alright, boys—fun's fun, but let's head back. Nivi, you've shown them up—time to leave them to it.” His tone was authoritative, his hand brushing her arm, a subtle signal to move on, his gaze possessive yet encouraging.

The boys groaned playfully, the leader calling out, “Aw, come on, she's the star here!” But they relented, their eyes lingering as Nivi nodded, her kink flaring at their admiration, her body buzzing with the thrill.

Vikram hesitated, then spoke up, his voice warm.

“I'll stay with the boys—guide them back to the resort. You two know the route from yesterday, right? I'll make sure these guys don't get lost.” His eyes met Nivi's, a shy spark shared, the waterfall's lost moment lingering, but his duty overriding it.

Nivi smiled, her voice soft.

“Thanks, Vikram—take care of them.” Raghavan nodded, his hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the trail.

“Let's go, Nivi—we've got our path.” The boys waved, their cheers fading as Nivi and Raghavan turned, leaving the falls behind, the trail winding inward through the forest, the waterfall's roar growing distant, her soaked clothes a testament to her bold victory.

The forest closed around them, the morning light filtering through the canopy, the air cooling her damp skin, her body still tingling from the race and the boys' stares.

I won, and they loved it, she thought, her exhibitionism kink simmering, her transformation pulsing as they trekked back, the lost waterfall moment with Vikram a bittersweet memory.

nivithenaughty · 26-09-2025, 04:23 PM

Chapter 82: Forest Revelations

Raghavan looked at Nivi as they walked the trail. The forest was quiet. Birds chirped above. The sun peeked through the leaves. "You did well back at the falls," he said. "Those boys couldn't keep their eyes off you. You had them eating out of your hand."

Nivi smiled. She felt a bit shy. "It was fun. Winning the race. Teasing them. But I didn't expect that."

Raghavan nodded. "You have a way with people. They see you and they want more. That's power, Nivi. You use it well."

She looked at the ground. "Power? I guess. But sometimes I wonder if it's too much. Like, is it okay to let them look that way?"

He chuckled. "Why not? It's your choice. You decide who looks and how much. That's control. Remember the buffet? Those guys following you by the pool. You handled it. You always do."

Nivi nodded. "Yeah. It felt good. But I worry. What if it's changing me? Making me... different."

Raghavan walked closer. His arm brushed hers. "Different how? You mean bold? That's good. Life's short. You have kids. They need a strong mom. One who knows how to get what she wants."

She glanced at him. "Strong? I try. But this... flirting, teasing. Is it right? For a mother?"

He shrugged. "Right for who? Society? They say one thing. But look at successful women. They use what they have. Beauty. Charm. It helps them climb. Get better jobs. More money. For their family."

Nivi thought about it. "Like climbing the ladder?"

"Yes. Your beauty is a tool. Use it. Talk to people. Make connections. It opens doors. For you. For your sons."

She bit her lip. "But if I explore... like with Vikram. Is that bad? What if it hurts my family?"

Raghavan smiled. "Explore if you want. It's your life. Keep control. Don't let it take over. Be smart. Have fun in private. Be the perfect mom at home. Balance it. That's the key."

Nivi nodded. "Balance. I like that. But I'm scared. What if I lose control? Become... too loose."

He stopped. Looked at her. "Loose? No. You're smart. You know what you want. Use it. Men like to look. Let them. It gives you power. To get ahead. Better job. More money. For your boys."

She felt better. "Power. Yeah. I felt that at the falls. They listened to me. Praised me."

"See? That's it. Use your beauty. Climb up. Be the best mom. Provide for them. That's not bad. That's smart."

Nivi smiled. "You're right. It feels good. To be wanted. To control it."

Raghavan squeezed her hand. "Good. Remember that. Explore if you like. But stay in charge. No one owns you but you."

She nodded. "I will. Thanks, Raghavan. You make it clear."

They walked on. The trail twisted. Trees shaded them. Birds sang. Nivi felt stronger. Her doubts faded. Raghavan’s words stuck. She could be bold. In private. Strong in life. For her sons.

The forest opened up. The resort was close. Nivi looked at Raghavan. "This trip changed me. I feel new."

He smiled. "Good. Use it. Climb that ladder. Be the best."

She nodded. Her mind raced. Beauty as a tool. Control the men. Provide for her boys. It made sense. She felt ready.

The end of the trail came. The resort gates appeared. Nivi took a deep breath. Her adventure ended. But her power began.

nivithenaughty · 26-09-2025, 04:25 PM

Chapter 83: Suite of Passion

Nivi and Raghavan stepped through the resort gates, the morning bustle of staff and guests filtering into the air, the scent of fresh coffee and blooming gardenias mixing with the earthy tang of the forest they'd left behind. Nivi's wet shorts and shirt clung to her, almost dried by the trek but still messy, her hair tangled, her face flushed from the waterfall race and the boys' stares.

She felt eyes on her—some guests looked with awe, their whispers hinting at admiration, while others cast judgmental glances, their stares branding her like a slut. Her heart raced, her exhibitionism kink flaring under the scrutiny, her body tingling with the thrill of being seen.

They're judging me, wanting me—fuck, it's wild, she thought, her pussy warming beneath the damp lace, her transformation pulsing as she grabbed Raghavan's arm, her voice urgent.

“Let's get to the suite—now.”

Raghavan grinned, his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the lobby, his voice low.

“Can't wait, huh? Those boys got you all riled up.” His tone was teasing, his eyes gleaming as they hurried to the elevator, the doors closing behind them, the mirrored walls reflecting her disheveled state—shirt askew, shorts tight, cum traces faint but visible to her own eyes.

Nivi pressed against him, her lips crashing into his as the elevator dinged, the kiss fierce and hungry, her hands roaming his chest, tugging at his shirt. I need him, right now, she thought, her kink roaring, her body buzzing with the day's wildness.

They stumbled into the suite, the door slamming shut, and Nivi jumped on him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her lips devouring his, her tongue tangling with his in a wild dance. Raghavan groaned, his hands gripping her ass, carrying her toward the bathroom, their clothes leaving a wet trail on the hardwood floor.

“You're a mess, baby—let's clean you up, then dirty you again,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, kicking the bathroom door open, the tiled room echoing with their urgency.

The shower hissed to life, warm steam filling the air, the scent of sandalwood soap mingling with their musk as Raghavan set her down, peeling her wet shirt off, the fabric sticking to her skin before revealing her lace bra, cum-stained and damp.

“Look at you—those boys saw this, and now it's mine,” he murmured, his fingers unhooking the bra, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard in the steam.

Nivi moaned, her hands tugging his shirt off, her nails raking his chest, her voice breathy.

“They watched, but you get me, Raghavan. Fuck, I'm so wet for you.”

He stripped her shorts and panties down, the wet lace sticking to her thighs, revealing her pussy, slick with arousal and the faint stickiness of his morning cum.

“Soaked for Daddy, huh? That waterfall tease got you dripping,” he teased, his hands squeezing her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, making her gasp. Nivi pushed his pants off, his cock springing free, hard and veined, precum beading at the tip, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking slowly.

“I want it, Raghavan—fuck me wild in here,” she whispered, stepping into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, washing away the cum but igniting her desire.

Raghavan followed, the water soaking them, his hands pulling her against the tiled wall, her back pressed cold against the warm surface, his cock teasing her entrance.

“Against the wall first, baby—let's see those screams again,” he growled, lifting her leg, sliding into her pussy with a deep thrust, stretching her walls, making her cry out. The steam enveloped them, the water pounding her breasts, her nipples rubbing against his chest, her moans echoing off the tiles.

“Fuck, you're tight—take Daddy's cock,” he murmured, his thrusts slow but hard, each one hitting her G-spot, her pussy clenching around him.

Nivi's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, her voice raw.

“Yes, Raghavan—fuck me hard, make me scream!” Her body rocked with his thrusts, the water streaming down her face, her breasts bouncing, her pussy slick with arousal. He pinned her hands above her head, his mouth on her neck, sucking a mark, his voice filthy.

“Scream, baby—let the suite hear how much you love this cock. Those boys wanted you, but I'm the one ruining you.” His words ignited her, her moans turning to cries, the shower amplifying her wildness, her kink roaring at the thought of being heard.

He pulled out, turning her around, bending her over against the wall, her hands bracing on the tiles, her ass up, pussy exposed to the warm spray.

“Doggy now, slut—ass out for Daddy,” he commanded, his hands gripping her hips, slamming back in, his cock filling her deeper, the angle hitting new spots, his balls slapping her clit. Nivi screamed, her voice echoing, her body rocking forward, the water streaming down her back, her breasts swaying.

“Fuck, Raghavan—your cock's so deep, wrecking me!” Her cries were wild, letting out her passion, her transformation pulsing as the shower's steam fueled her kink.

He reached around, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing in circles, making her body tremble, her pussy clenching around him.

“Wrecked for me, huh? Tell me how you want it, baby—dirty and loud,” he growled, his thrusts quickening, the water splashing around them, the tiles warm against her palms. Nivi's screams grew louder, her voice breaking.

“Yes, wreck me—fuck my pussy, make me yours!” Her body shook, her orgasm building, the shower's roar masking her cries, her kink blazing at the open vulnerability.

Raghavan pulled out, dropping to his knees, his hands spreading her ass, his tongue diving into her pussy, licking her folds, sucking her clit with hungry precision.

“Taste yourself, baby—Daddy's eating you out,” he murmured, his voice muffled, his tongue delving deep, tasting her arousal mixed with the water. Nivi moaned, her hands bracing on the wall, her hips grinding against his face, the water streaming over her back.

“Fuck, your tongue—eat me, Raghavan!” Her voice was raw, her body trembling, her pussy dripping onto his lips, the steam amplifying her thrill.

He stood, lifting her onto the shower bench, her legs spread wide, his cock sliding back in as he fucked her in a sitting position, her back against the tiles, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“Ride me from here, slut—show Daddy how wild you are,” he growled, his hands on her hips, guiding her rhythm, his cock filling her completely. Nivi rocked her hips, her screams echoing, her pussy clenching around him, the water cascading over her body.

“Yes, fuck me—make me cum!” Her cries were desperate, her transformation peaking, her kink roaring at the shower's openness.

Their rhythm synced, his thrusts matching her bounces, the water splashing, the steam thick around them.

“Cum with me, baby—let's explode together,” he groaned, his cock swelling, his fingers teasing her clit, pushing her over the edge. Nivi's screams peaked, her pussy spasming around him, her orgasm crashing as she felt his cum flood her, their releases mixing, her body shaking, his groans blending with her cries.

“Fuck, Raghavan—I'm cumming with you!” Her voice echoed, her transformation complete, the shower washing their passion into the tiles.

They collapsed against the wall, the water slowing to a trickle, their bodies slick and spent, the suite's silence wrapping them as the morning light grew outside.

nivithenaughty

Chapter 84: Reflections in Fabric

Part 1: Dressing Up

Nivi and Raghavan stepped out of the bathroom, the warm steam dissipating into the suite's cooler air, leaving a faint dampness on the hardwood floor where their towels had trailed. Her hair clung to her neck in wet strands, the towel wrapped loosely around her body, brushing against her thighs where the sticky remnants of their shower passion still lingered. The room hummed with the aftermath of their wildness—the sheets twisted on the bed, the air carrying a subtle musk, and the shopping bags from their resort spree scattered like treasures across the carpet. Raghavan followed, his towel slung low on his hips, water droplets glistening on his chest, his eyes following her with that intense look that always made her heart skip.

She glanced toward the nightstand, catching the time on the clock—checkout wasn't for a couple of hours yet. The thought of leaving this bubble with him tugged at her, and she turned to him, her voice a little uncertain as she adjusted the towel's edge.

“Raghavan, what do you think I should wear? We're heading out soon, aren't we? I mean, checkout's coming up.”

He moved closer, his hand brushing her arm lightly, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned in, his voice warm and inviting.

“Oh, we've got some time, Nivi—maybe two hours or so before we need to think about that. No rush to dig out your usual stuff yet. Why not try one of those outfits I picked out for you? I'd hate for us to waste a single second of this together, you know?” His tone carried a hint of playfulness, his eyes locking with hers, urging her to stay in this moment, to indulge a little longer.

Nivi felt a flutter in her chest, her lips curving into a small smile as she nodded, her mind already drifting to the bags.

“That sounds nice,” she said, her voice softening, “I'd love to wear something you chose. It feels... special.” She stepped toward the pile, the rustle of tissue paper filling the room as she knelt beside the bags, her fingers brushing against the contents. The sound was almost soothing, a contrast to the pounding of her heart as she explored—silk lingerie that slipped through her fingers like a secret, flowy dresses that promised elegance, and bold activewear that hinted at a confidence she was still discovering. Each piece felt like a gift, a reflection of how he saw her, and it made her breath catch.

She pulled out a few items, laying them on the bed— a red dress with a plunging neckline, a black skirt that flared at the hips, and then her hand paused on a pair of tight jeggings with transparent side strips, the kind she'd noticed on Instagram models, designed to show off their booties. Paired with it was a matching sports bra top, sleek and supportive yet revealing enough to turn heads. This could be it, she thought, her fingers tracing the fabric, the texture smooth yet bold against her skin, her body tingling with the idea of slipping into something so daring.

“What about this?” she called out, holding it up, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

“It's sexy, but not too much, right?”

Raghavan turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw the outfit, stepping over to join her by the bed.

“Oh, that's perfect, Nivi,” he said, his voice rich with approval, his hand reaching out to touch the jegging's strip.

“Those models on Instagram? They've got nothing on you with this. It'll hug your shape just right—show off that ass, those curves. Go try it on, let's see.” His tone was encouraging, his smile widening, making her feel like the center of his world.

She nodded, a nervous laugh escaping as she grabbed the clothes and headed back to the bathroom, the tile cool under her feet after the shower's warmth. The jegging slid up her legs, the fabric stretching tight over her hips and thighs, the transparent strips revealing slivers of skin along her sides, accentuating the curve of her ass that still carried the memory of his hands. The sports bra followed, lifting her breasts, the material clinging to her damp skin, her nipples faintly outlined through the fabric, a mix of sporty and seductive that made her pulse race. She adjusted the fit, smoothing the strips, and stepped back into the room, her breath catching as she faced the mirror.

The reflection stunned her—her figure outlined perfectly, the jegging hugging her ass, the bra lifting her breasts, the transparent strips adding a daring edge. I look... different, alive, she thought, her exhibitionism kink flaring, her body glowing with a confidence she hadn't fully embraced before, the outfit molding to her shape like it was made for her. She turned side to side, admiring how the strips caught the light, how her hips swayed, her mind replaying the boys' stares at the waterfall.

“This feels... good,” she murmured to herself, her voice soft, her hands running over her sides, feeling the fabric's texture against her skin.

Raghavan walked in from the bedroom, now in loose shorts and a fitted t-shirt, his damp hair tousled, his eyes widening as he took her in. He moved behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist, his chest pressing against her back, his breath warm on her neck.

“Wow, Nivi,” he said, his voice low and filled with awe, his hands sliding up to rest just under her breasts, “you look like one of those fitness models on Instagram. No workouts needed—your shape fits this like it was made for you. That ass, those curves—it's perfect.” His fingers brushed the bra's edge, teasing her skin lightly, his tone admiring yet intimate, making her shiver with delight.

Nivi leaned into him, a wide smile spreading across her face, her body heating under his praise.

“Really? I can't believe it, Raghavan—you've shown me this side of myself. Sexy, beautiful, something I didn't even know was there.” She turned in his arms, her lips finding his in a slow, deep kiss, her tongue brushing his, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He's uncovered me, she thought, her pussy warming, her transformation pulsing with every touch, the kiss a thank-you for the confidence he'd ignited.

They lingered in the kiss, her hands sliding up to his neck, his arms tightening around her, the suite's warmth wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy. When she pulled back, her eyes sparkled, her voice soft with gratitude.

“Thank you, Raghavan—for showing me this hidden self. Making me feel beautiful, sexy—it's new for me.” Her words were heartfelt, her body buzzing with the affirmation, the mirror reflecting a woman she was starting to recognize.

Part 2: Flashback

Nivi stood in front of the mirror, the tight jegging with its transparent side strips hugging her hips and thighs, the sports bra lifting her breasts, the fabric clinging to her damp skin in a way that made her feel both exposed and empowered. The suite's soft lighting caught the sheen of her skin, the warmth of the room wrapping around her like a gentle embrace after the shower's intensity. Raghavan's arms were still around her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his breath warm on her neck as he murmured about her Instagram-model look. Her reflection stared back—a woman she was beginning to recognize, her curves accentuated by the outfit, her confidence growing under his gaze. He sees me like this, she thought, her exhibitionism kink simmering, her body tingling with the thrill of his approval, the power/submission dynamic pulsing as she leaned into his hold.

She turned her head slightly, catching his eyes in the mirror, his hands resting just under her breasts, his fingers brushing the bra's edge. His voice broke the silence, curious and gentle.

“Nivi, how did you end up with a shape like this? It's... striking, you know.” His tone was soft, his hands sliding down to her hips, tracing the jegging's strips, his touch igniting a spark that made her shiver.

Nivi's smile faded, her body tensing as memories stirred, her voice quiet as she stayed close, her cheek brushing his chest.

“It's not a pretty story, Raghavan. It goes back to when I married Anand. Things started okay—he was charming, full of laughs, promised me the world. But it didn't last.” She paused, her fingers fidgeting with the jegging's waistband, the fabric cool against her skin, grounding her as she spoke.

Raghavan's hands stilled, his voice encouraging.

“Take your time. I'm listening.”

She nodded, her breath shaky as she continued.

“After the wedding, it changed fast. He lied about his age—said he was 30, but he was 34. I was too in love to care then. Our first kid came quick, and that's when the fights started. He'd come home drunk, yelling at my mom over the phone, at his mom when she visited, even at me. It was constant—money, the baby, everything. I was left handling it all alone. Feeding him, changing diapers, no sleep. I barely ate—stress just ate me up instead. I got so thin, my face looked hollow. It was... exhausting.” Her voice cracked, her eyes drifting to the window, the resort's garden a blur outside.

Raghavan's arms tightened around her, his voice gentle.

“That sounds rough, Nivi. You carried a lot back then. What kept you going?”

She sighed, leaning into him, the suite's warmth a comfort against her memories.

“The baby, I guess. But it got worse. I didn't want another child— the first was hard enough. Anand didn't care. He'd drink, get aggressive, and... force himself on me. One night, it happened again, and I ended up pregnant. My family was furious, pushed me to abort. I couldn't do it—felt like I'd be killing a part of me. I even thought about ending my own life. Sat with pills once, staring at them, but I couldn't go through with it. Then my mother-in-law stepped in. She saw me breaking, fought my family tooth and nail to let me keep it. They haven't spoken to me since—cut me off completely.” Her voice trembled, her hands clenching the jegging's fabric, the texture a lifeline as she relived the pain.

Raghavan turned her gently to face him, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing away a tear she hadn't noticed.

“That's a heavy load, Nivi. You were so strong to get through that. What happened after?”

She wiped her eyes, a weak smile forming.

“Raising two kids with her was a blur. No time to cook proper meals, always running—diapers, college, fights with Anand when he was sober enough to care. I stayed slim, I guess, from not eating well. My ass, my boobs—they held up somehow. Maybe the natural births, breastfeeding. I don't know how, but they did. Anand left eventually, more or less—drinking took him away. My mother-in-law's still there, but it's just me and the boys now.” Her tone was raw, her body relaxing into his hold, the suite's silence amplifying her vulnerability.

Raghavan pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her, his voice soft but firm.

“You've been through hell, Nivi. All that struggle, and look at you—still standing, still beautiful. This body—it's like a reward for what you've fought through. You deserve to enjoy it, to make something good out of it.” His hands rubbed her back, his touch soothing, easing the weight of her past as he held her.

Nivi sniffled, her smile growing a little stronger.

“Maybe you're right. It feels like a second chance, something I earned after all that mess.” Her voice was steadier, her eyes meeting his, the mirror reflecting a woman shaped by hardship yet glowing with new hope.

Part 3: Unveiling Power

Nivi stood by the suite's full-length mirror, the tight jeggings with transparent side strips hugging her hips and thighs, the sports bra top lifting her breasts, outlining her nipples faintly through the fabric. The room felt warm, the soft hum of the resort drifting in—birds chirping, a gardener's rake scbanging outside. Her skin still carried a faint dampness from the shower, the outfit accentuating her curves after Raghavan's earlier praise. He's watching me, she thought, her exhibitionism kink stirring, her body tingling as his eyes traced her reflection.

Raghavan stepped behind her, his hands resting on her hips, his voice low and full of wonder.

“Nivi, your shape—it's a gift from the gods. All those years with Anand, the pain, raising your boys alone—it sculpted you into this. Those full breasts, that round ass, those smooth thighs. It's your reward for everything you've been through.” His fingers brushed the transparent strips, sending a shiver up her spine.

She turned her head slightly, her breath catching.

“A reward? After all that struggle?” Her voice was soft, but his words sparked a glow inside her.

“Yes,” he said, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“Look at you. Every hardship made you this hot, this strong. Use it, Nivi. Your beauty can give you power, make you a successful woman. You've already shown it can.” His hands slid up, grazing the undersides of her breasts, making her moan quietly.

Nivi's pulse quickened, her reflection showing a woman she was starting to embrace.

“How do I do that? I'm not sure where to start.” The jeggings hugged her ass, the bra rubbing her nipples, her kink growing as she pictured commanding attention.

He smiled, his lips near her ear.

“Remember those client meetings? You wore those sexy kurtas—tight, flaring over your hips, showing off your figure. Those men couldn't look away. They agreed to your plans, signed deals because you had them under your spell. That's power.” His hand moved down, fingers teasing the jegging's edge near her pussy, making her gasp.

She nodded, memories flooding back.

“Yeah, I felt their eyes on me. They listened, nodded at everything. It was... thrilling.” Her voice grew steadier, a smile creeping in.

“And the office?” he continued, his tone firm.

“Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok—they're your pets now. Bringing you tea, laughing at your jokes, waiting for your approval. You've got them eating out of your hand.” His fingers slipped under the bra, brushing her nipple, sending a jolt through her.

Her breath hitched.

“They do. Always around, so eager to help. It feels... good.” She leaned into his touch, her body warming.

He paused, his voice softening but serious.

“But there was Mohan. You lost control, let your feelings take over. You kissed him, went too far. It's a lesson, Nivi—learn to hold the power. Don't let desire run you.” His words were a gentle nudge, his hand resuming its tease.

Nivi blushed, her cheeks hot.

“Mohan... I couldn't stop. He was kind, close. I felt awful after.” Her eyes dropped, but his grip tightened, grounding her.

“Guilt's normal,” he said, kissing her neck.

“But take it as a lesson. You decide when to act, when to stop. That's your strength.” He turned her, his lips brushing hers, a deep kiss that left her dizzy, her hands on his chest.

When they parted, she caught her breath.

“And Vikram? The waterfall race, that moment by the rock—those boys watching. Was that a lesson too?” Her voice was curious, her kink flaring as she recalled their stares.

Raghavan nodded, his hands sliding to her ass, squeezing gently.

“Yes. Vikram showed you balance. You took control racing them, owned their cheers. But with him, you almost gave in to desire. Accept it, Nivi—your wants are yours to enjoy. Just keep the reins. Know when to lead, when to let go.” His fingers traced her crack through the jeggings, making her moan.

She shivered, her mind clearing.

“Control and desire... together. I understand.” Her pussy ached, wet against the fabric, her exhibitionism peaking as she imagined wielding that power.

He guided her to the bed, sitting her down, kneeling between her legs.

“Good. And I'm here to help you master it.” His hands spread her thighs, his breath hot on her covered pussy.

“This beauty—it's your tool. Use it to climb, to succeed for your boys.” He kissed the fabric, tasting her through it, making her arch.

“Yes, Raghavan,” she gasped, her hands in his hair.

“But why are you doing this? Helping me, pushing me?” Her voice was raw, grateful yet searching.

He looked up, his eyes intense.

“Because I see you, Nivi. The woman you were, the one you're becoming. You deserve more than Anand's neglect—power, success, pleasure. I want to watch you rise, to own every room you enter.” He pulled the jegging down slightly, his tongue flicking her clit, sending waves through her.

She cried out, her hips bucking.

“Thank you... oh, thank you!” Her gratitude mixed with lust, her body trembling as he licked her, his hands pinning her thighs. The suite's warmth enveloped them, the sports bra lifting as she writhed.

He stood, shedding his shorts, his cock thick and hard.

“You're welcome, Nivi. Now, let's celebrate your power.” He lifted her legs, sliding the jeggings off one thigh, thrusting into her pussy, the bra rubbing her breasts as he moved. She screamed, her nails digging into his arms, her legs wrapping around him.

“Fuck me, Raghavan—make me powerful!” she begged, her voice echoing. He pounded harder, his hands gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples through the bra. Each thrust hit deep, her pussy clenching, the mirror reflecting her wild submission.

“Take it, Nivi—own it,” he growled, his pace relentless. She felt her orgasm build, her body shaking, the power he spoke of surging through her.

“Yes, I'm owning it!” she shouted, cumming hard, her pussy spasming around him, soaking the sheets.

He groaned, thrusting once more, filling her with his cum, their bodies locked as the suite filled with their cries. They collapsed, breathless, the jeggings tangled, her beauty a weapon now, her power awakening under his guidance.

Part 4: Resort Revelry

Nivi lay on the bed, her breath slowing after the wild rush with Raghavan. The jeggings with transparent side strips were tangled around one thigh, the sports bra top skewed, her breasts half-exposed, skin still flushed from their climax. The suite's warm air brushed her, the faint sound of the resort—birds chirping, a distant laugh—drifting in. Raghavan sat up, his shorts back on, a satisfied grin on his face. That was intense, she thought, her exhibitionism kink simmering, her body tingling as she felt his eyes on her.

She adjusted the bra, pulling it back over her breasts, the fabric hugging her nipples tight.

“We should fix ourselves,” she said, her voice soft, sliding the jeggings up her legs, the strips showing off her skin again. Raghavan nodded, smoothing his shirt, his gaze lingering on her curves.

He stood, offering a hand.

“Are you hungry, Nivi? That swim and... us—must've worn you out.” His tone was teasing, his eyes warm.

She laughed, standing up, the jeggings molding to her ass.

“Yes, starving! The race, then the sex—it took a lot.” Her cheeks flushed, her body still buzzing.

He glanced at the intercom on the wall.

“We could order in, but how about we hit the resort restaurant? Get some fresh air before checkout. A walk sounds nice too.” His voice was inviting, his hand brushing her lower back.

Nivi tilted her head, smoothing the bra.

“Can I go like this? The jeggings and bra?” Her voice was unsure, her kink flaring at the thought of being seen.

Raghavan's grin widened.

“Yes, baby. It's like a sexy workout outfit. Show off that body—let them look.” His tone was commanding, making her pussy warm with excitement.

She nodded, feeling bold.

“Okay, let's go.” They stepped out, the evening sun casting long shadows as they walked the resort path. The air smelled of flowers, the sound of water fountains mixing with chatter.

As they moved, Raghavan leaned close, his voice low.

“See those men over there? By the pool? Their eyes are all on you. That ass in those jeggings—driving them crazy.” He chuckled, pointing subtly at a group of guests staring.

Nivi blushed, her heart racing.

“Really? I feel their looks.” Her exhibitionism peaked, her hips swaying a bit more, enjoying the attention.

“Let's capture it,” he said, pulling out his phone.

“Smile with me.” They posed together, her arm around his waist, the jeggings hugging her thighs, the bra lifting her breasts. He snapped a few shots, then stepped back.

“Now alone—turn sideways, show that curve.”

She obeyed, striking a pose, the transparent strips catching the light. They'll love this, she thought, her body tingling as he clicked more photos, her confidence growing. The path led them to the restaurant, a cozy open-air spot with wooden tables and a view of the gardens.

They sat, ordering biryani and mango lassi, the aroma of spices filling the air. A young staff member approached, his eyes wide.

“Excuse me, ma'am—are you an Instagram influencer? That outfit's so stylish!” His tone was eager, a notepad in hand.

Nivi froze, her face heating up.

“Oh, no! I'm not. Just... trying something new.” She laughed, flattered but flustered, her hands fidgeting.

The staff smiled.

“You should be! Could we do a promotional post? Your look fits the resort vibe.” His voice was hopeful, glancing at Raghavan for approval.

She shook her head, smiling.

“No, thank you. I'm not ready for that.” The staff nodded, stepping back, leaving her heart pounding with a mix of pride and shyness.

Raghavan leaned in, his voice low.

“Why not become an Instagram celebrity, Nivi? Those photos we took—they're perfect. You could start a profile, show off your style. Use this beauty to build something big.” His tone was encouraging, his hand covering hers.

She bit her lip, her mind racing.

“I'm shy, Raghavan. Posting myself like that?” Her voice was hesitant, but his words stirred her.

He squeezed her hand.

“You're bold with me, with clients. Think about it. Those pics from the resort—your jeggings, that waterfall moment. They'd love you. Try it out, see where it goes. You've got the power.” His eyes locked with hers, pushing her gently.

Nivi paused, her exhibitionism tingling.

“Okay, I'll think about it. Maybe... it could work.” Her smile grew, the idea sinking in.

The food arrived, steaming biryani and cold lassi, the taste rich and soothing. They ate slowly, chatting about the day, the tension easing. She savored the spices, her energy returning, Raghavan's praise echoing in her mind.

As they finished, he wiped his mouth.

“Ready for that walk? Let's explore before we leave.” His voice was warm, standing up.

She nodded, adjusting the bra, the jeggings still tight.

“Yes, let's go.” They stepped out, the evening air cool, the resort path ahead, her thoughts swirling with new possibilities.

Part 5: Garden Encounters

Nivi stepped onto the garden path with Raghavan, the noon sun warm on her skin. The jeggings with transparent side strips hugged her thighs, the sports bra top lifting her breasts, still snug from their morning intensity. The garden buzzed with life—flowers in full bloom, the scent of wet earth from an earlier sprinkle, and the soft hum of bees. It was around 12 PM on Friday, September 5, 2025, a few hours before their 2 PM checkout after returning from the morning trek. Her mind was light, the trek's energy lingering, her body relaxed after the restaurant meal.

They walked slowly, gravel crunching underfoot.

“This garden's so pretty,” she said, glancing at a row of marigolds, their orange petals bright.

Raghavan nodded, his hand brushing hers.

“Yeah, a nice break before we pack up. Let's enjoy it.” His voice was calm, his eyes scanning the path.

As they turned a corner, Vikram appeared, his staff uniform crisp, a shy smile on his face.

“Nivi! Raghavan! Good to see you both.” He rubbed his neck, looking uneasy.

“Sorry for leaving you alone on the return from the waterfall. Had to manage the boys.”

Nivi smiled, waving it off.

“It's okay, Vikram. We got back fine. No problem.” Her tone was warm, easing his guilt.

He relaxed, joining their pace.

“Good to know. You enjoyed the trek, I hope?” His voice was friendly, his eyes lingering on her a moment.

“Definitely,” she said, nodding.

“It was tiring but fun. We're checking out at 2, though—time's flying.” Her voice carried a hint of regret, the trip's end nearing.

Vikram's face fell, his eyes dropping.

“Oh. That's soon.” His tone was heavy, the unspoken memory of their waterfall moment—when they'd nearly crossed a line—weighing on him. He thinks he missed his shot, she realized, her heart giving a small tug.

Raghavan caught the shift, his brow furrowing. He pulled Nivi aside, his voice low.

“Nivi, do you want private time with him? I saw how you two clicked at the falls.” He paused, then shook his head.

“No, forget it. That's not a good idea.”

She blinked, surprised, then frowned.

“What? Why bring it up then?” Her voice was soft, confused.

He looked at her, his tone firming.

“Because I see how you look at him—those glances. Are you sure you don't want it?” He raised an eyebrow, pressing gently.

“Think about it. You sure?”

Nivi blushed, her cheeks burning.

“I... I'm scared, Raghavan. That moment with him was a surprise. And you said this morning—about keeping control, not letting feelings take over.” Her voice trembled, her mind replaying his advice.

He nodded, his eyes steady.

“Scared, huh? Not because you don't want to, but because you're unsure. I get it. But listen—if you miss this chance, we don't know when you'll see him again. He's a stranger, not like the clients or coworkers I talked about. Those rules don't fully apply here. This trip, new places—they're for adventures. You should try.” His voice was teasing yet encouraging, his hand on her arm.

She fell silent, her heart racing. An adventure? But what if I lose control again? Her thoughts swirled, but she didn't speak, her quiet taken as agreement.

Raghavan smiled, stepping back.

“Alright, then. Vikram, start packing our things before checkout. I need to check the payment and process at reception.” He glanced at Nivi, winking with a nod of approval, then headed toward the front area.

Nivi and Vikram stood in silence, the garden's calm pressing in. Her mind spun—Raghavan's wink, his trust, her own mixed feelings. Vikram shuffled his feet, his voice shy.

“Nivi... want to go to the suite? To, um, help with the bags?”

She hesitated, then nodded, her pulse quickening.

“Sure, let's go.” They turned toward the path, her thoughts a whirlwind. Raghavan said yes. Does that make it okay? What do I feel? The jeggings felt snug, the bra a reminder of her boldness.

They walked slowly, the resort lights starting to glow as noon deepened. Vikram glanced at her, his smile nervous.

“You look great in that outfit. Those jeggings fit you perfectly. So pretty.” His tone was flirty, his eyes warm.

Nivi laughed, teasing back.

“Oh, please! You're just being nice. But I'll take it—the bra's doing some work, though.” Her voice was light, a playful edge hiding her racing heart.

He grinned, stepping closer.

“No, it's all you. That style—amazing.” His compliment lingered, the path leading them to the elevator, her mind torn between caution and curiosity.

They reached the elevator, the doors sliding open with a soft ding. Nivi stepped in, Vikram beside her, the space small and charged with unspoken tension. What's next? she wondered, her feelings a mix of nerves and anticipation as the doors closed behind them.

Part 6: Elevator to Ecstasy

Nivi stood in the elevator with Vikram, the doors closing with a soft hum. The space felt small, the air thick with tension. Her jeggings clung to her thighs, the transparent strips showing slivers of skin, while the sports bra top hugged her breasts, still warm from the garden walk. The noon light from the windows faded as they ascended, the single floor ride quick. What if he kisses me right here? she thought, her heart pounding, her eyes flicking to his lips. But the doors opened before anything happened, the hallway stretching ahead to their suite.

They stepped out, walking in silence. Vikram glanced at her from behind, his eyes tracing her curves—the way the jeggings molded to her ass, her hips swaying with each step. She felt his gaze, a quiet thrill building, but she kept walking, key card in hand.

Nivi unlocked the suite door, the cool air rushing out.

“Come in,” she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies. They entered, the room familiar—the bed rumpled from earlier, shopping bags scattered, the scent of sandalwood lingering.

Vikram looked around, rubbing his hands.

“Let's start packing. Checkout's at 2, right?” His tone was casual, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

She nodded, grabbing a bag.

“Yeah. Let's get to it.” They worked together, folding clothes, zipping suitcases. The flirting started small—his hand brushing hers as they passed items, her laugh at his joke about the mess.

“You're good at this,” he said, smiling as he folded a shirt.

“Organized.”

She teased back.

“You're not bad yourself. But don't peek in those bags.” Her voice was playful, her inner excitement growing, waiting for him to make the first move.

He chuckled, but neither started anything, the air charged with anticipation. Who's going to break first? she wondered, her body tense.

As they packed, Vikram pulled out a dress from a bag, holding it up.

“These are fancy. You must look stunning in them.” His tone was flirty, his eyes meeting hers.

Nivi blushed.

“Some are new. I didn't try them all.” She grabbed another bag, the energy building.

He spotted a lace bra, grinning.

“Lingerie too? I'm not lucky enough to see you in these.” His voice dropped, teasing, his cheeks pink.

She laughed, pushing the bag away.

“Stop it! You're making me shy.” But her excitement rose, the touches lingering longer—a brush on her arm, his hand on her waist as he reached past.

They almost finished, the suitcases neat. Vikram picked up a babydoll set with matching stockings—sheer black lace, thin straps, the fabric soft and revealing.

“This... I've only seen in porn movies. Never thought they're available here.” His voice was hesitant, his eyes wide.

Nivi took it from him, her fingers tracing the lace.

“Me too. It's my first time seeing stuff like this. I tried a few, but the boss bought all these for me.” Her voice was soft, a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Vikram stepped closer.

“Your boss is lucky. But... he's old. How does he satisfy you?” His question was bold, his face flushing.

Nivi looked away, shy.

“Don't go there. He takes pills, so he's great.” Her words were quick, pushing the talk aside.

He nodded, but pressed.

“You deserve young blood, Nivi.” He took her hand, his touch warm, pulling her close.

The flirtation sparked—a gentle squeeze, his thumb on her palm. Their eyes locked, and he leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. His mouth was soft at first, then hungry, his tongue exploring hers. She kissed back, her hands on his chest, the heat building.

They broke apart, breathless. Nivi pushed him onto the bed, her eyes dark.

“Wait here.” She grabbed the babydoll set, heading to the bathroom.

Inside, she stripped off the jeggings, the fabric sliding down her legs, revealing her smooth thighs. The sports bra followed, her breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cool air. She stepped into the babydoll, the sheer lace slipping over her head, the thin straps settling on her shoulders. The fabric clung to her curves, the hem brushing her thighs, the lace cups barely covering her breasts, her dark nipples visible through it. She rolled on the stockings, the silk hugging her legs, clipping them to the garters with a snap. She adjusted the fit, turning in the mirror—her ass framed by the lace, her figure erotic and bold. This is for him, she thought, her body ready.

She opened the door slowly, the hinge creaking softly, revealing herself to Vikram on the bed.

Part 7: Worship and Desire

Nivi stood in the bathroom doorway, the babydoll lingerie dbanging her body like a seductive veil. The sheer black lace clung to her curves, the thin straps slipping slightly on her shoulders, the hem brushing her thighs. The cups barely held her full breasts, her dark nipples peeking through the fabric, while the stockings hugged her legs, the garters pulling taut. She looked like a porn star—bold, inviting, her hair tousled, lips parted. The noon light from the window cast a soft glow on her skin, the suite quiet except for the distant resort sounds.

She pushed the door open wider, stepping out slowly. Vikram sat on the bed, his eyes widening, jaw dropping as he froze. His gaze locked on her, taking in every inch—the way the lace accentuated her breasts, the curve of her hips, the stockings leading up her thighs. He gulped, his throat bobbing, admiration clear in his stunned silence.

Nivi walked toward him, her steps deliberate, the stockings whispering against each other. She stopped near the bed, her body inches from his, the scent of her perfume mixing with the room's warmth. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, a small smile playing on her lips.

Vikram stammered, his eyes roaming from her face down to her toes and back up. "You... you're a goddess, Nivi. You need to be worshipped." His words came out hoarse, his hands clenching the sheets, his body tense with awe.

She laughed softly, playfully. "Then worship me." She turned, giving him a full view of her back—the lace dipping low, exposing her skin, the babydoll riding up slightly to show the curve of her ass. She walked to the sofa across the room, her hips swaying, then laid down like a model—propping on one elbow, her legs stretched out, stockings gleaming.

Vikram stood, his eyes fixed on her, admiring every move. He walked over, his breath quick, kneeling in front of the sofa at her feet. He took one foot in his hands, the stocking smooth under his fingers, and began to worship it—gentle kisses on her toes, his lips soft and reverent.

The feel of the young stud at her feet sent a rush through Nivi. His touch was eager, his mouth warm, making her wet between her thighs. She felt the power Raghavan had talked about—the strength in her beauty, drawing him to her like this. It was intoxicating, her body responding with a deep ache.

She slowly placed her foot on his face, the stocking pressing against his cheek. He understood, his eyes closing as he kissed and licked—his tongue tracing her arch, sucking gently on her toes through the silk, his hands massaging her heel. The foot fetish play heightened everything—his moans soft, his devotion clear as he lavished attention, the sensation shooting straight to her core.

Nivi watched him, her breath deepening. "That's good," she whispered, guiding him. He moved to the other foot, repeating the worship—kisses along her instep, licks on her sole, his teeth grazing lightly, sending shivers up her leg. She arched her back slightly, the babydoll shifting, her breasts pressing against the lace.

He didn't stop, his hands sliding up her calves, massaging the stockings as he kissed higher. "So beautiful," he murmured, his lips on her ankle, then her shin, slow and deliberate. Nivi's wetness grew, her pussy throbbing under the thin lace bottom, the power surging as he obeyed her silent commands.

Vikram inched up, his mouth on her knee, then her thigh, his breath hot through the stocking. He licked the silk, his tongue pressing firm, his hands gripping her legs. The fetish built—his worship turning sensual, his kisses wetter, exploring the texture of the fabric against her skin.

As he reached higher, his face near her inner thigh, his eyes lifted to her pussy, visible through the sheer lace of the babydoll bottom. He stared, his breath ragged, the heat of his gaze making her pulse there.

Part 8: Waves of Pleasure

Nivi lay on the sofa, her breath catching as Vikram's face hovered near her inner thigh, the sheer lace of the babydoll bottom framing her pussy. The suite was warm, the noon sun filtering through the window, casting soft shadows on her skin. The black babydoll clung to her curves, the stockings stretched tight, the garters pulling with every move. His eyes locked on her, dark with desire, his breath hot against her skin. The tension from his slow climb up her legs had her body trembling, her pussy already wet under the lace.

He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace the edge of the lace, teasing her outer lips through the fabric.

“You taste so sweet already,” he murmured, his voice husky, a naughty grin on his face. His tongue pressed harder, licking along the seam, the lace dampening as he explored, his hands spreading her thighs wider.

Nivi moaned softly, her hips lifting toward him.

“Don't tease,” she whispered, her voice shaky with need. He chuckled, pulling the lace aside with his teeth, exposing her glistening pussy. The cool air hit her, making her shiver, but his warm tongue followed, sliding slowly from her entrance up to her clit.

He licked her folds with long, deliberate strokes, his tongue flat and wet, tasting every inch.

“So soft, so wet for me,” he said, his voice low and dirty, his lips brushing her skin between licks. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, slow and teasing, then sucked it gently, making her gasp. The sensation was electric, her body arching off the sofa, the babydoll shifting to reveal more of her breasts.

Vikram's hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he dove deeper, his tongue plunging into her pussy, exploring her inner walls.

“You're dripping, Nivi,” he groaned, his mouth full of her, the vibration sending shocks through her core. He lapped at her juices, his tongue moving in and out, each thrust wet and sloppy, his lips smacking against her skin.

She clutched the sofa, her nails digging into the fabric.

“Oh, yes... keep going,” she panted, her hips rocking against his face. He obeyed, his tongue flicking faster, tracing her clit again, then sliding down to her entrance, sucking lightly. The naughty talk fueled her—“Taste so good, like honey,” he muttered, his breath hot, his tongue relentless.

He moved lower, his hands lifting her hips slightly.

“Let me try something,” he said, his tone wicked. His tongue slid past her pussy, brushing the sensitive skin between, then teasing her asshole. The new sensation hit her like a wave—warm, forbidden, making her gasp loudly.

“Oh, Vikram!” she cried, her body tensing, the unexpected pleasure shooting through her.

He licked her asshole with slow, wet strokes, his tongue circling the tight ring, then pressing in gently.

“So tight here too,” he whispered, his voice muffled, his hands kneading her ass cheeks. The feeling was intense, a mix of shock and ecstasy, her pussy clenching as he alternated—licking her ass, then sliding back to her clit, sucking hard.

Nivi's moans grew louder, her body shaking.

“That's... oh, don't stop!” she begged, her head falling back. He kept going, his tongue dancing between her pussy and asshole, the dual sensation driving her wild. He sucked her clit again, his fingers spreading her ass, his tongue dipping back to her hole, licking with eager, sloppy thrusts.

The buildup was fast, her body trembling under his worship.

“I'm close,” she gasped, her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. Vikram groaned against her, his tongue plunging deep into her pussy, then back to her clit, sucking with all he had. The wet sounds filled the room—his licks, her moans, the slickness of her arousal.

With a final, hard suck on her clit, combined with a teasing lick at her asshole, Nivi shattered.

“Oh, yes!” she screamed, her orgasm crashing over her, her pussy pulsing as she came hard, her juices flooding his mouth. He lapped it up, his tongue still moving, drinking her in, the sensation prolonging her climax until she trembled, breathless on the sofa.

Part 9: Rising Flames

Nivi's body shuddered on the sofa, her orgasm rippling through her like waves crashing on a shore. The babydoll lingerie was disheveled now, the sheer black lace twisted around her hips, the thin straps slipping off one shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast. Her stockings felt slick against her thighs, the garters stretched from her movements. The suite's air was heavy with the scent of her arousal, the noon light from the window highlighting the flush on her skin. Vikram's face was still between her legs, his tongue slowing as he lapped the last of her juices, his lips glistening, his breath ragged against her sensitive pussy.

She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him up with a gentle but insistent tug. "Come here," she whispered, her voice husky from her cries. He rose, his eyes dark with lust, and she yanked him closer, her lips crashing into his in a wild kiss. Their mouths moved hungrily, her tongue tasting herself on him, the salty sweetness igniting a new fire in her belly. Her hands roamed his back, nails raking through his shirt, pulling him flush against her body. The kiss was messy, passionate—teeth nipping, breaths mingling, her legs wrapping around his waist to grind against him.

Vikram groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides, feeling the lace under his palms. "You taste amazing," he muttered between kisses, his voice rough. "I could do that all day." He kissed her harder, one hand cupping her face, the other squeezing her ass through the babydoll, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.

She broke the kiss first, her chest heaving, her lips swollen. "Not yet," she said, a teasing smile on her face. She pushed him back slightly, her hands moving to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. The power surged in her again—the way he looked at her, eager and devoted, made her feel like the goddess he'd called her. She sat up, the sofa creaking softly, and pulled him down beside her, her fingers trailing down his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly.

Vikram watched her, his breath quick. "You're driving me crazy, Nivi." He leaned in, capturing her lips again, but she guided his hands to her breasts, the lace cups barely containing them. He played with her boobs, his palms cupping their fullness, thumbs circling her nipples through the sheer fabric. The sensation was electric—her nipples hardening under his touch, the lace rubbing against them like a tease. He pinched lightly, rolling them between his fingers, making her arch into him with a moan.

"Like that?" he asked, his voice low and naughty, his mouth moving to her neck, sucking gently as he squeezed her breasts. "So soft, so perfect." His hands explored every inch—the weight of them, the way they bounced slightly when he let go, then cupped again. Nivi's head fell back, her hands in his hair, guiding him lower. He kissed down her cleavage, his tongue tracing the edge of the lace, then pulling it aside to take one nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, her body responding with a fresh wave of wetness. "Yes... suck harder." He obeyed, his mouth hot and wet, swirling his tongue around the peak, nibbling gently. His free hand slid down her stomach, fingers dipping into her naval, circling the sensitive spot. The naval play was new—his thumb pressing in, tracing the rim, making her squirm. "You like that too?" he murmured against her breast, his finger dipping deeper, the sensation sending tingles straight to her core.

Nivi nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Don't stop." His touches were wild now—alternating between her boobs, sucking one nipple while pinching the other, his hand on her naval pressing and circling, exploring the dip like it was a secret spot. She felt exposed, desired, the babydoll riding up her thighs, the stockings pulling taut as she shifted. The power dynamic thrilled her—him worshipping her body, but her guiding his hands, her moans encouraging him.

Vikram's free hand roamed lower, brushing her thighs, but she stopped him, her eyes gleaming. "Not yet. Undress for me." Her voice was commanding, a hint of playfulness, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders. He stood, his chest bare now, muscles flexing under her gaze. He unbuckled his belt, the sound echoing in the quiet suite, then slid his pants down, kicking them aside.

Nivi's eyes widened as he stood in his boxers, the outline of his dick straining against the fabric. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing himself inch by inch. His dick sprang free—thick, veined, the head glistening with precum, hard and ready. It bobbed slightly, pointing toward her, the sight making her mouth water, her pussy ache with anticipation. She stared, taking in the length, the girth, the way it twitched under her gaze.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice teasing, stepping closer, his hand stroking it lightly.

She licked her lips, nodding. "Come here."

Part 10: Surrender to Passion

Nivi's eyes locked onto Vikram's hard dick, the sight of it—thick, veined, glistening with precum—sending a rush through her. The suite was warm, the noon sun streaming through the window, casting golden streaks across the rumpled bed and scattered clothes. The black babydoll lingerie hung loosely on her frame, the lace cups askew, one breast spilling out, the stockings still clinging to her thighs with the garters taut. Her lips parted, a hungry edge to her smile as she stepped closer, the power of her beauty pulsing in her veins.

“Come sit,” she said, her voice low and commanding, guiding him to the bed. Vikram obeyed, his breath quickening, his naked body tense with anticipation. He sat on the edge, legs spread, his dick standing proud, the head flushed and slick. Nivi knelt between his legs, the carpet soft under her knees, her hands resting on his thighs, feeling the muscle flex under her touch.

She looked up at him, her eyes teasing.

“Relax, let me take care of you.” Her fingers brushed his shaft, light and teasing, making him groan. She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, then licked the tip slowly, tasting the salty precum. Vikram's head fell back, a low moan escaping him, his hands gripping the sheets.

Nivi took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently at first. Her tongue swirled around the tip, exploring the ridge, then dipped into the slit, drawing a sharp gasp from him.

“Oh, Nivi… that feels so good,” he muttered, his voice rough, his hips twitching toward her. She smiled around him, the power of his reaction fueling her wild side, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.

She deepened the blowjob, taking him further, her mouth sliding down his shaft, inch by inch. Her lips stretched around his girth, the taste of him filling her senses—salty, musky, intoxicating. She bobbed her head, slow and deliberate, her tongue pressing along the underside, tracing every vein. Vikram's moans grew louder, his hands moving to her hair, tangling gently, guiding her rhythm.

“Yes… don't stop,” he groaned, his voice breaking with need.

Nivi picked up the pace, her mouth working him with wild abandon. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue flicking against the sensitive spot just below the head. The wet sounds filled the room—her lips smacking, his gasps, the occasional slurping as she took him deep. Her hands joined in, one stroking the base where her mouth couldn't reach, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight.

“So big,” she murmured against him, her voice muffled, the vibration making him shudder.

Vikram's hips bucked, his control slipping.

“You're amazing… keep going,” he panted, his fingers tightening in her hair. Nivi loved it—the way he surrendered to her, the power in pleasuring him. She pulled back briefly, spitting on his dick for extra slickness, then dove back in, taking him to the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears prickling her eyes, but pushed through, the wildness driving her. Her throat tightened around him, and he groaned loud, his body tensing.

“Fuck, Nivi… you're wild,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and lust. She hummed in response, the vibration sending shocks through him, her hands working in sync—stroking, squeezing, massaging his balls. She pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, then licked from base to head, slow and sensual, her tongue flat against the shaft, savoring every inch.

He couldn't take it anymore.

“Let me lie back,” he gasped, shifting onto the bed, lying flat with his legs spread. Nivi climbed up, kneeling between his thighs now, the bed dipping under her weight. The new angle gave her full access, and she leaned down, her breasts brushing his stomach through the lace. She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, her nose nearly touching his skin as she swallowed him whole.

Her head bobbed faster, her lips sliding up and down, wet and tight around him. She used one hand to pump the base, twisting slightly, the other teasing his balls, rolling them, then pressing behind to massage that sensitive spot. Vikram's moans turned to cries, his hips thrusting up to meet her mouth.

“Oh god… I'm close,” he warned, his voice breaking, his hands gripping the sheets.

Nivi didn't stop, her mouth a relentless pleasure machine. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking the tip on every upstroke, then plunging deep again, her throat constricting around him. The wildness took over—her hair falling around her face, her moans vibrating against his dick, the sound of her sucking filling the suite. She pulled back to catch her breath, then dove in again, taking him as deep as she could, her lips meeting her hand at the base.

Vikram's body tensed, his thighs shaking.

“Nivi… I'm gonna—” he started, but she didn't pull away. She wanted it, the power of making him lose control. Her mouth worked him through it, her tongue pressing hard, her hand stroking fast. With a loud groan, he came, hot spurts filling her mouth, the taste salty and strong. She swallowed, her throat working, some spilling past her lips as she kept sucking, milking every drop until he trembled, spent.

She pulled off slowly, licking her lips, a satisfied smile on her face. Vikram lay there, panting, his chest heaving, his dick softening but still twitching.

“You're incredible,” he whispered, his voice weak, his eyes locked on her with awe.

Nivi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her body buzzing with triumph. The suite felt alive with their energy, the bed a mess beneath them, the babydoll and stockings a testament to her boldness.

nivithenaughty · 26-09-2025, 04:33 PM

Chapter 85: Unveiled Desires

Nivi sat back on the bed, her lips still tingling from the wild blowjob she'd given Vikram, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. The suite was warm, the noon sun filtering through the window, casting golden streaks on the rumpled sheets and scattered clothes.

The black babydoll lingerie dbangd her curves, the lace cups twisted, one breast spilling out, the black stockings clinging to her thighs, the garters taut. Vikram lay beside her, his chest heaving, his dick softening after his release, a satisfied grin on his face.

She scooted closer, her body pressing against his, and they cuddled. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his warmth, her head resting on his chest. “That was amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but playful. “You're so experienced, Nivi. Where'd you learn to do that?”

Nivi laughed, her fingers tracing circles on his stomach. “Practice, I guess. But you taste so good—salty and strong. And that size… wow, it filled my mouth perfectly.” Her tone was teasing, her body buzzing with the afterglow, her hands sliding up to his chest.

He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “You're too much. That mouth of yours is magic.” His lips found hers, a slow, deep kiss, their tongues dancing lazily. The kiss grew naughty, his hand squeezing her ass through the lace. “I could get used to this,” he whispered against her lips, nipping her bottom lip.

She kissed back, her hands roaming his back, nails grazing his skin. “You're not bad yourself,” she said, her voice low. “That taste, that length—it's hard to resist.” The intimacy made her bold, her mind drifting to the next step. Maybe it's time to fuck him, she thought, her pussy warming at the idea, her body aching for more.

Her hand slid lower, brushing his thigh, when the doorbell rang sharply, breaking the moment. Vikram tensed, his eyes widening. “Who's that?” he whispered, sitting up fast.

Nivi's heart skipped. “Quick, get dressed!” she hissed, jumping off the bed. She grabbed a bathrobe from the chair, slipping it over the babydoll, the soft cotton hiding the lace but not the black stockings peeking out from the hem. “Act like you're packing,” she instructed, tying the robe tight.

Vikram nodded, pulling on his pants and shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he moved to the suitcases. Nivi smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and walked to the suite's main door, her pulse racing. After the morning trek, they'd returned to change; Raghavan was now in casual clothes—a loose shirt and jeans—having shed his suit earlier.

She opened the door, and there stood Raghavan, his casual attire slightly wrinkled, a knowing smile on his face. His eyes swept over her—the loose bathrobe, her flushed cheeks, the black stockings visible, the faint scent of sex in the air. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking. “Nivi,” he said, his voice calm. “Looks like I might've interrupted something. What happened?”

Nivi blushed, her face burning. “Oh… hi, Raghavan. Just… packing up.” Her voice stammered, her hands clutching the robe, shyness washing over her. She stepped aside, letting him in, her mind spinning with guilt and excitement.

He glanced at Vikram, who busied himself with a suitcase, then back at her. “Packing, huh? You look… different. Tell me what went on.” His tone was gentle, inviting her to explain, his casual clothes fitting the relaxed vibe of the suite.

She shifted, her black stockings catching his eye. “We… it's nothing big. Vikram helped with the bags, and… things happened.” Her voice was low, the confession hesitant, her fingers twisting the robe's tie.

Raghavan nodded, taking a step closer. “Things happened? Like what? I left you two alone—did it go somewhere?” His voice was curious, the jeans rustling as he moved.

Nivi's cheeks reddened further. “Yes… a little. We got close. The lingerie—he saw it, and it got wild.” She glanced at the floor, the black stockings a stark contrast against the robe.

He smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Wild, huh? I didn't think you'd stop there. Did you finish the main act?” His tone was teasing, his eyes searching hers.

She shook her head, shy. “No… the doorbell stopped us.” Her voice was quiet, the admission making her squirm.

Raghavan chuckled softly. “This kind of mismatch needs to be fixed. You started something—let's sort it out.” His words were playful but firm, the cigarette pack in his pocket catching her eye.

“Let's talk outside,” he suggested, nodding toward the balcony. She nodded, following him, her black stockings silent on the floor. The balcony overlooked the garden, the noon breeze cool against her skin, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. The clock ticked toward 12:45 PM, the 2 PM checkout nearing.

Raghavan pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter, the smoke curling into the air. He offered her one, and she took it, her fingers trembling as she lit up. They stood in silence for a moment, the smoke a thin veil between them, the tension thick.

She exhaled, the nicotine calming her nerves. “We were just packing,” she started, her voice low, glancing at the suite door.

Raghavan took a drag, his eyes steady. “Is that all? I left you two alone hoping something would happen.” His tone was gentle, a hint of amusement, the cigarette glowing as he inhaled.

Nivi's eyes widened, her cheeks reddening. “You… hoped? Why?” Her voice was soft, surprised, the smoke drifting from her lips.

He smiled, leaning on the railing. “I saw the spark at the waterfall. Thought you could use a little adventure. But if nothing happened, why the robe?” His gaze flicked to her legs, noticing the black stockings peeking out.

She shifted, her hand pulling the robe tighter. “It's… comfortable.” Her lie was weak, her eyes dropping to the garden below.

Raghavan chuckled softly. “Comfortable? What's under it, Nivi? Those stockings look fancy.” His voice was teasing, his eyes curious, taking another puff.

She glanced down, the black stockings visible, and sighed. “Okay, fine. Something did happen. With Vikram. I… we got carried away. I'm sorry.” Her confession came out in a rush, her face hot, the cigarette shaking in her hand.

He stopped her with a raised hand, his expression kind. “No sorry needed. Did you enjoy it?” His question was direct, the smoke swirling around him as he watched her.

Nivi nodded slowly, her voice quiet. “Yes… I did. It felt liberating, free. Like I was alive in a new way.” She took a drag, the words lifting a weight from her chest.

Raghavan nodded, approving. “That's what I wanted for you. Liberation, freedom to explore. I should've come a little late—let you finish the main act. Sorry for being early.” His tone was apologetic, a wink in his eye, the cigarette halfway gone.

She laughed softly, the tension easing. “This itself is overwhelming. I'm not ready for more yet.” Her voice was honest, her body relaxing against the railing.

He stepped closer, his free hand on her shoulder. “You're doing great, Nivi. Embrace it.” His words were encouraging, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with hers.

She set her cigarette down, turning to hug him tight. “Thank you. This is all because of you—making me feel this way.” Her embrace was grateful, her head on his chest, the robe brushing his casual shirt.

Raghavan hugged back, his hand rubbing her back. “You deserve it.” He leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled away gently.

“No… my mouth still has… Vikram's taste,” she whispered, shy but honest, her cheeks flushing again.

He laughed, understanding. “Fair enough. We'll save that.” They stood there, the balcony quiet, the conversation stretching into comfortable silence, the smoke fading as they shared the moment.

The talk continued, Raghavan drawing out more details. “Tell me how it started,” he prompted, lighting another cigarette for them both.

Nivi leaned on the railing, exhaling smoke. “He saw the lingerie while packing. Flirted about it. One thing led to another.” Her voice was soft, reliving the rush.

He nodded. “And you took control? That's progress.” His eyes sparkled, proud.

She smiled. “A little. It felt good—being wanted like that.” The breeze rustled the garden below, the noon sun warm on her face.

Raghavan took a drag. “That's the freedom I mean. No regrets, just experiences.” His tone was reassuring, the cigarette ash falling lightly.

She glanced at him. “But what if it's too much? I'm still scared.” Her honesty hung in the air, the smoke curling upward.

He shook his head. “Scared is okay. It means you're growing. Tell me more—how did it feel?” He leaned closer, interested.

Nivi paused, then shared. “Exciting. His touch, the worship—it made me powerful, like you said.” Her words flowed, the conversation deepening.

They talked for minutes, the balcony a safe space. Raghavan listened, offering nods and smiles, the smoke a constant companion. They stand there, the connection stronger, Nivi's transformation unfolding in the quiet noon light.

Continues in next week,

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