06-09-2025, 12:21 AM
Chapter 59: Waterfall Embrace
The waterfall’s cascade thundered through the forest clearing, its icy spray weaving a shimmering veil in the afternoon light, the air alive with the scent of wet stone and wild ferns.
Nivi stood in the shallow pool, her black lace bra and panties soaked, clinging like a whisper to her full breasts, nipples sharp against the fabric, her curves glistening under the mist.
Vikram, the suite’s young guide, stood frozen at the pool’s edge, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves at Raghavan’s command—“Let Vikram help”—his gaze tracing her near-naked form, hesitant yet captivated.
Raghavan lounged against a gnarled tree, his stare intense, a silent conductor of her daring display. He’s daring me to lean into this, to feel their eyes, Nivi thought, her skin electric with the thrill of exposure. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding this moment.
Raghavan’s voice sliced through the water’s roar, firm and teasing. “Go on, Vikram—help her navigate those rocks.”
Vikram swallowed hard, his breath uneven, and nodded, his eyes flickering to Nivi’s hips, her breasts. He shed his shirt and pants in quick, jerky motions, revealing tight boxers that hugged his lean frame, his erection straining against the fabric, bold and undeniable.
God, he’s hard because of me, Nivi thought, a warm surge flooding her core, her panties dampening beyond the water’s touch. His want, Raghavan’s gaze—it’s setting me free.
Vikram waded in, the cold water making him tense, his boxers turning sheer, outlining his cock as he approached.
“Ma’am, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low, almost reverent, offering a hand. Nivi took it, his fingers warm and steady against her chilled skin, the touch igniting a spark deep within her. He placed his other hand on her lower back, just above her panties, his palm grazing her bare skin, sending a shiver through her.
As they moved over the slick rocks, she slipped, her body pressing into his, her thigh brushing his hardon—hot, rigid through the wet fabric.
Fuck, I feel him, his cock pressing against me, she thought, her breath catching, arousal swelling as she steadied herself, her breasts grazing his arm.
He’s holding back, but I’m pushing his limits, and Raghavan’s watching—it’s a rush.
Vikram guided her with care, his hands now on her hips, steadying her as they reached the waterfall’s heart, the icy cascade pounding down, its mist curling around them like a lover’s caress.
She tilted her head back, letting the water rush over her, the cold sharpening her senses, her bra translucent, nipples stark, her panties hugging her swollen folds.
His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her hips, his hardon brushing her thigh again as he helped her stand tall under the flow.
He’s touching me, feeling my body, and I’m letting it happen, she thought, her soft moans lost in the water’s roar, her skin alive with the thrill. I’m exposed, in charge, and it feels like I’m claiming this.
The waterfall bathed her, its relentless surge cooling the forest’s heat, her body vibrant under the spray, the pool swirling around her thighs.
Vikram stayed close, his hands steady but trembling, his erection a quiet testament to her power. Raghavan watched from the shore, his eyes gleaming with approval, a subtle nod urging her to revel in her boldness.
He’s letting me own this, pushing me to shine, she thought, her arousal deepening, the chance of a stray hiker’s eyes on the trail fueling her curiosity about Vikram’s restraint. I’m his queen, bathing like this, feeling Vikram’s want—I’m alive.
Nivi stood radiant under the waterfall, Vikram’s hands anchoring her, the forest’s wild rhythm echoing her soaring pulse.
The waterfall’s cascade thundered through the forest clearing, its icy spray weaving a shimmering veil in the afternoon light, the air alive with the scent of wet stone and wild ferns.
Nivi stood in the shallow pool, her black lace bra and panties soaked, clinging like a whisper to her full breasts, nipples sharp against the fabric, her curves glistening under the mist.
Vikram, the suite’s young guide, stood frozen at the pool’s edge, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and nerves at Raghavan’s command—“Let Vikram help”—his gaze tracing her near-naked form, hesitant yet captivated.
Raghavan lounged against a gnarled tree, his stare intense, a silent conductor of her daring display. He’s daring me to lean into this, to feel their eyes, Nivi thought, her skin electric with the thrill of exposure. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding this moment.
Raghavan’s voice sliced through the water’s roar, firm and teasing. “Go on, Vikram—help her navigate those rocks.”
Vikram swallowed hard, his breath uneven, and nodded, his eyes flickering to Nivi’s hips, her breasts. He shed his shirt and pants in quick, jerky motions, revealing tight boxers that hugged his lean frame, his erection straining against the fabric, bold and undeniable.
God, he’s hard because of me, Nivi thought, a warm surge flooding her core, her panties dampening beyond the water’s touch. His want, Raghavan’s gaze—it’s setting me free.
Vikram waded in, the cold water making him tense, his boxers turning sheer, outlining his cock as he approached.
“Ma’am, I’ve got you,” he said, voice low, almost reverent, offering a hand. Nivi took it, his fingers warm and steady against her chilled skin, the touch igniting a spark deep within her. He placed his other hand on her lower back, just above her panties, his palm grazing her bare skin, sending a shiver through her.
As they moved over the slick rocks, she slipped, her body pressing into his, her thigh brushing his hardon—hot, rigid through the wet fabric.
Fuck, I feel him, his cock pressing against me, she thought, her breath catching, arousal swelling as she steadied herself, her breasts grazing his arm.
He’s holding back, but I’m pushing his limits, and Raghavan’s watching—it’s a rush.
Vikram guided her with care, his hands now on her hips, steadying her as they reached the waterfall’s heart, the icy cascade pounding down, its mist curling around them like a lover’s caress.
She tilted her head back, letting the water rush over her, the cold sharpening her senses, her bra translucent, nipples stark, her panties hugging her swollen folds.
His grip tightened, fingers pressing into her hips, his hardon brushing her thigh again as he helped her stand tall under the flow.
He’s touching me, feeling my body, and I’m letting it happen, she thought, her soft moans lost in the water’s roar, her skin alive with the thrill. I’m exposed, in charge, and it feels like I’m claiming this.
The waterfall bathed her, its relentless surge cooling the forest’s heat, her body vibrant under the spray, the pool swirling around her thighs.
Vikram stayed close, his hands steady but trembling, his erection a quiet testament to her power. Raghavan watched from the shore, his eyes gleaming with approval, a subtle nod urging her to revel in her boldness.
He’s letting me own this, pushing me to shine, she thought, her arousal deepening, the chance of a stray hiker’s eyes on the trail fueling her curiosity about Vikram’s restraint. I’m his queen, bathing like this, feeling Vikram’s want—I’m alive.
Nivi stood radiant under the waterfall, Vikram’s hands anchoring her, the forest’s wild rhythm echoing her soaring pulse.