06-09-2025, 12:18 AM
Chapter 58: Waterfall Temptation
The afternoon sun burned over the Coimbatore resort, its heat filtering through the forest canopy as Nivi and Raghavan stepped out of the suite, their backpacks slung over their shoulders.
Nivi’s tight denim shorts hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the hem barely covering her cheeks, her cropped shirt tied in a knot at her front, baring her midriff and straining over her full breasts, nipples faintly teasing through the thin fabric.
The forest trail loomed ahead, its earthy scent of damp leaves and pine mingling with the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint vendor calls. Her pussy tingled, still warm from the room service guy’s earlier stare, Raghavan’s teasing about his cum on her face, and the promise of this trek’s exposure.
Fuck, I’m his, my body ready for eyes on this trail, she thought, her clit pulsing with her exhibitionism kink. Anand’s neglect is nothing; this fire is mine now.
As they reached the trailhead, the same room service guy from lunch appeared, his lean frame carrying a small guide pack, his eyes flicking to Nivi before dropping shyly. “I’m Vikram, ma’am, sir,” he said, voice soft but steady.
“Assigned to your suite—service and trekking guide, whatever you need.” Nivi’s pussy sparked at his gaze, her heart racing as she caught the faint flush on his cheeks, remembering how he’d stared at her bathrobe, unaware of the cum stains then.
He’s back, seeing me now—fuck, it’s thrilling, she thought, her body urging her forward.
“Service and trekker?” Nivi asked, her voice light, teasing, a shy smile playing on her lips as they started down the trail, the crunch of leaves underfoot. “That’s quite a combo.”
Vikram nodded, his eyes briefly meeting hers, then darting away.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m trained for both—hospitality and guiding. Your suite’s my responsibility, so anything you need, I’m here.”
His tone was professional, but his gaze lingered on her shorts, her swaying hips, sending a jolt to her core. He’s watching, wanting—my kink’s alive, she thought, her pussy clenching, a faint wetness seeping into her panties.
Raghavan smirked beside her, his hand brushing her lower back, possessive and encouraging. “Good to know, Vikram,” he said, his voice a low growl. “My girl might need a lot today.”
The trail wound deeper, the forest closing around them, sunlight dappling through the trees, the air thick with moss and the faint roar of water ahead.
Nivi’s shorts rode up with each step, flashing more thigh, her breasts bouncing slightly under the tied shirt, her nipples hardening in the warm breeze.
Vikram walked ahead, guiding, but his glances back were quick, shy, his eyes snagging on her curves. He’s trying not to stare, but he can’t help it, she thought, her pussy throbbing, her exhibitionism kink flaring.
I’m teasing him, and it’s making me wet.
They reached a clearing, the roar growing louder, revealing a waterfall cascading down a rocky cliff into a shimmering pool, its mist rising in the sunlight.
Nivi’s breath caught, her body aching to feel the water, the thrill of exposure tugging at her. “I want to bathe in it,” she said, turning to Raghavan, her voice eager, her pussy pulsing at the idea. Fuck, out here, in this forest—someone could see, she thought, her clit tingling with the risk.
Raghavan’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading.
“Go for it, baby,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, filthy whisper only she could hear. “Strip to your inners—pity I didn’t pack a bikini for my exhibitionist queen. Let that boy’s eyes pop.”
Her pussy gushed, her cheeks flushing at his words, the thrill of stripping in the open, with Vikram nearby, igniting her. No bikini, just my bra and panties—fuck, I’m wet for this, she thought, her body leading her kink.
She stepped toward the pool, her fingers teasing the knot of her shirt, untying it to reveal her lacy black bra, her full breasts straining against the fabric, nipples hard and visible. She shimmied out of her shorts, revealing matching black panties, the thin material clinging to her wet pussy, outlining her folds.
Vikram’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping, a flush creeping up his neck as he turned slightly, pretending to adjust his pack. Fuck, his eyes are on me, popping like Raghavan said, she thought, her pussy clenching, juices seeping into her panties.
She walked toward the pool, her hips swaying teasingly, her ass bouncing with each step, the rocks and water ahead calling her.
The water was icy, chilling her bare feet as she stepped in, the slippery rocks making her wobble. She tried to navigate toward the waterfall, the mist cooling her skin, but the cold bit into her, and the stones underfoot were slick, threatening her balance.
“It’s too slippery!” she called, her voice shaky, her body trembling from the cold and the thrill. She glanced back at Raghavan, standing by the pool’s edge, his eyes devouring her near-naked form.
“Help me, Daddy, please,” she pleaded, her pussy throbbing at calling him that in front of Vikram.
Raghavan chuckled, his voice low, teasing.
“I’m too old to risk those rocks, baby. Let Vikram help—he’s young, sturdy, and he’s here for whatever you need.” Nivi froze, her pussy flaring at the suggestion, her eyes darting to Vikram, whose face flushed crimson, his gaze locked on her, shocked and hesitant. Fuck, he’s sending Vikram to touch me? she thought, her clit pulsing, the thrill of her kink and Raghavan’s command overwhelming her.
Vikram stood rooted, his eyes wide, caught between duty and desire, the forest’s silence amplifying their shared shock.
Nivi and Vikram stood frozen, the waterfall’s roar echoing, Raghavan’s grin a fiery backdrop to her racing pulse.
The afternoon sun burned over the Coimbatore resort, its heat filtering through the forest canopy as Nivi and Raghavan stepped out of the suite, their backpacks slung over their shoulders.
Nivi’s tight denim shorts hugged her thick thighs and round ass, the hem barely covering her cheeks, her cropped shirt tied in a knot at her front, baring her midriff and straining over her full breasts, nipples faintly teasing through the thin fabric.
The forest trail loomed ahead, its earthy scent of damp leaves and pine mingling with the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint vendor calls. Her pussy tingled, still warm from the room service guy’s earlier stare, Raghavan’s teasing about his cum on her face, and the promise of this trek’s exposure.
Fuck, I’m his, my body ready for eyes on this trail, she thought, her clit pulsing with her exhibitionism kink. Anand’s neglect is nothing; this fire is mine now.
As they reached the trailhead, the same room service guy from lunch appeared, his lean frame carrying a small guide pack, his eyes flicking to Nivi before dropping shyly. “I’m Vikram, ma’am, sir,” he said, voice soft but steady.
“Assigned to your suite—service and trekking guide, whatever you need.” Nivi’s pussy sparked at his gaze, her heart racing as she caught the faint flush on his cheeks, remembering how he’d stared at her bathrobe, unaware of the cum stains then.
He’s back, seeing me now—fuck, it’s thrilling, she thought, her body urging her forward.
“Service and trekker?” Nivi asked, her voice light, teasing, a shy smile playing on her lips as they started down the trail, the crunch of leaves underfoot. “That’s quite a combo.”
Vikram nodded, his eyes briefly meeting hers, then darting away.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m trained for both—hospitality and guiding. Your suite’s my responsibility, so anything you need, I’m here.”
His tone was professional, but his gaze lingered on her shorts, her swaying hips, sending a jolt to her core. He’s watching, wanting—my kink’s alive, she thought, her pussy clenching, a faint wetness seeping into her panties.
Raghavan smirked beside her, his hand brushing her lower back, possessive and encouraging. “Good to know, Vikram,” he said, his voice a low growl. “My girl might need a lot today.”
The trail wound deeper, the forest closing around them, sunlight dappling through the trees, the air thick with moss and the faint roar of water ahead.
Nivi’s shorts rode up with each step, flashing more thigh, her breasts bouncing slightly under the tied shirt, her nipples hardening in the warm breeze.
Vikram walked ahead, guiding, but his glances back were quick, shy, his eyes snagging on her curves. He’s trying not to stare, but he can’t help it, she thought, her pussy throbbing, her exhibitionism kink flaring.
I’m teasing him, and it’s making me wet.
They reached a clearing, the roar growing louder, revealing a waterfall cascading down a rocky cliff into a shimmering pool, its mist rising in the sunlight.
Nivi’s breath caught, her body aching to feel the water, the thrill of exposure tugging at her. “I want to bathe in it,” she said, turning to Raghavan, her voice eager, her pussy pulsing at the idea. Fuck, out here, in this forest—someone could see, she thought, her clit tingling with the risk.
Raghavan’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading.
“Go for it, baby,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a low, filthy whisper only she could hear. “Strip to your inners—pity I didn’t pack a bikini for my exhibitionist queen. Let that boy’s eyes pop.”
Her pussy gushed, her cheeks flushing at his words, the thrill of stripping in the open, with Vikram nearby, igniting her. No bikini, just my bra and panties—fuck, I’m wet for this, she thought, her body leading her kink.
She stepped toward the pool, her fingers teasing the knot of her shirt, untying it to reveal her lacy black bra, her full breasts straining against the fabric, nipples hard and visible. She shimmied out of her shorts, revealing matching black panties, the thin material clinging to her wet pussy, outlining her folds.
Vikram’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping, a flush creeping up his neck as he turned slightly, pretending to adjust his pack. Fuck, his eyes are on me, popping like Raghavan said, she thought, her pussy clenching, juices seeping into her panties.
She walked toward the pool, her hips swaying teasingly, her ass bouncing with each step, the rocks and water ahead calling her.
The water was icy, chilling her bare feet as she stepped in, the slippery rocks making her wobble. She tried to navigate toward the waterfall, the mist cooling her skin, but the cold bit into her, and the stones underfoot were slick, threatening her balance.
“It’s too slippery!” she called, her voice shaky, her body trembling from the cold and the thrill. She glanced back at Raghavan, standing by the pool’s edge, his eyes devouring her near-naked form.
“Help me, Daddy, please,” she pleaded, her pussy throbbing at calling him that in front of Vikram.
Raghavan chuckled, his voice low, teasing.
“I’m too old to risk those rocks, baby. Let Vikram help—he’s young, sturdy, and he’s here for whatever you need.” Nivi froze, her pussy flaring at the suggestion, her eyes darting to Vikram, whose face flushed crimson, his gaze locked on her, shocked and hesitant. Fuck, he’s sending Vikram to touch me? she thought, her clit pulsing, the thrill of her kink and Raghavan’s command overwhelming her.
Vikram stood rooted, his eyes wide, caught between duty and desire, the forest’s silence amplifying their shared shock.
Nivi and Vikram stood frozen, the waterfall’s roar echoing, Raghavan’s grin a fiery backdrop to her racing pulse.