09-09-2025, 11:31 PM
Chapter 62: Hidden Tides
The waterfall’s icy mist curled around Nivi and Vikram like a lover’s whisper, its cool spray dancing across their skin as they stood in the shallow pool, the forest’s chorus of rustling ferns and distant cicadas weaving a private cocoon around the cascade’s hum. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing sensual paths down her hips. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the subtle bulge of his arousal, a quiet tension from their earlier navigation over the rocks.
Raghavan’s absence lingered like a shadow in the trees, his retreat amplifying the electric air between them. He’s letting me explore this, trusting me to burn bright, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s bite and the thrill of Vikram’s nearness. Anand kept me dim; now I’m alive, drawing him in.
Their playful splashes filled the air with sparkling arcs, Nivi’s laughter echoing off the rocks as she dodged a wave, her body swaying closer to Vikram’s. “You’re not holding back, are you?” she teased, flicking water at him, her voice light but charged, the droplets catching the sunlight like tiny prisms. Vikram grinned, retaliating with a gentle splash that grazed her shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped nearer, the water rippling around their waists.
He paused, his gaze locking on hers, a curious warmth in his eyes. “Nivi... hope it’s okay I’m calling you that. You seem so young, maybe early twenties? Single, right? It’s why it’s so easy talking to you, like we’re just... vibing.” His tone was casual but probing, a flirtatious edge simmering as he leaned closer, their arms brushing in the current, the contact sending a spark through her.
Nivi’s heart quickened, his assumption igniting her exhibitionism kink, the chance to reveal herself fueling her boldness. She splashed him lightly, her smile teasing. “Single? You’re jumping to conclusions, Vikram. What makes you think I’m not tied down? And what’s this vibe you’re feeling—spill it.” Her voice was playful, inviting, her body tilting toward him, the water’s chill heightening her awareness of his proximity.
Vikram laughed, shaking water from his hair, his eyes bright with interest. “Okay, maybe I’m wrong, but you’ve got this... free spirit. Early twenties, no ring, out here with your boss? I figured you’re not married. Are you? Or maybe planning to tie the knot with him—he’s older, but you two seem close. Or is it one of those family-arranged deals? Come on, give me something— what’s your story?” His flirtation was bold but gentle, his body inching closer, the water swirling between them.
Nivi hesitated, the question pulling at her guarded truths, but their playful energy made her open up, her voice steady but measured. “You’re curious, aren’t you? Truth is, I’m married, Vikram. And I’m a mom—two boys, both in college, tearing up the house daily. No plans to marry my boss, though he’s... special. Arranged marriage was my path, but I’m carving my own now.” She watched his face, her kink flickering at the reveal, her near-naked state amplifying the moment.
Vikram’s eyes widened, his splash pausing mid-air as disbelief washed over him. “No way. Married? A mom of two? You’re pulling my leg. You can’t be older than... 25, max. Look at you— that waist, so tight, that belly so flat, like you’ve never had a day of stress. And kids in college? How? You’re out here, rocking this...” He gestured vaguely at her body, his eyes lingering on her navel, the water lapping at her midriff. “You’re like something out of a dream.”
Nivi laughed, the sound rich and teasing, her body warming under his praise, her kink igniting. “A dream, huh? I’m in my thirties, Vikram, and those boys are real—five and three, full of chaos. Motherhood’s a wild ride, but it doesn’t stop me. You’re shocked because... what? I don’t look the part? Come on, what’s throwing you off?” She splashed him again, her body swaying closer, their thighs brushing under the water, the contact electric.
He shook his head, his grin half-disbelief, half-awe, stepping closer, the water parting around him. “Thirties? Kids in college? No chance. That belly—it’s too perfect, like you’ve never carried life. And that navel, it’s... eye-catching, sitting there all flawless. I’m not buying it. You’re too vibrant, too young-looking. Married, sure, but how’s it working? You’re out here, splashing with me, looking like this. Your husband cool with these adventures? Or is this you breaking free?”
Nivi’s smile turned sly, their closeness heating the air, her voice dropping to a playful challenge. “Breaking free? Maybe a little. My husband’s got his world—work, bills, the usual. I’m here to live, to feel something new. The boys are with their grandma, probably causing havoc. But you’re stuck on this mom thing—why’s it so hard to believe? Is it the belly, the navel? You keep staring. Tell me, what’s the real shock here?” Her hand brushed his arm as she splashed him, the touch lingering, her kink flaring at his gaze.
Vikram’s laugh was heated, his body leaning in, the water’s current nudging them closer. “The shock? All of it. You’re in your thirties, two kids, and you look like you could be my age. That waist, that navel—it’s unreal. The marriage, arranged? You seem too bold for that, out here with your boss, living it up. I’m rethinking everything now. Like last night, delivering dinner to your suite—you were in that towel, owning the moment, laughing like you had no cares. And lunch, that bathrobe, all confident. This waterfall’s like it’s washing away the ordinary, showing the real you. How do you do it—keep this energy, this look?”
Their banter deepened, the splashes slowing as their bodies drifted closer, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them. Nivi teased, “Energy? It’s just me, Vikram. Motherhood adds fire, not weight. But you’re not convinced, are you? What’s it going to take—a birth certificate? Or are you just enjoying the view too much?” Her voice was playful, but the tension coiled, her thigh grazing his arousal again, the contact sparking a rush.
He grinned, his eyes darkening with flirtation, his body inches away. “Maybe the view’s distracting me. But seriously, Nivi, you’re breathtaking. The towel last night, the bathrobe at lunch—those moments stuck with me. Never thought I’d be here, this close, splashing with someone so... alive. You’re making this waterfall unforgettable.” His words were bold, praising her without pushing too far, the air thickening as their arms brushed, the water’s rhythm fueling their tension.
Nivi’s energy surged, her near-naked state—inners clinging to her secrets—amplifying the heat. To prove her truth, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward a cluster of rocks tucked in a hidden alcove, the water shallower there. “Come on, skeptic,” she said, climbing onto a small ledge, her thighs emerging, her panties sticking tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape. She slid her panties down slightly, revealing the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly. “See? Proof I’m a mom.”
Vikram’s jaw dropped, his eyes locked on the marks, the wet lace framing her pussy, the realization hitting hard. “No way... those marks? They’re real, and... beautiful, adding to you.” In his shock, he reached out, his hand trembling as he boldly traced the marks, fingers grazing her skin to confirm their reality, the touch electric, drawing them impossibly close in the rock’s shadow.
Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, his hand on her marks, the tension a tidal wave, the waterfall’s roar echoing their heated pulse.
The waterfall’s icy mist curled around Nivi and Vikram like a lover’s whisper, its cool spray dancing across their skin as they stood in the shallow pool, the forest’s chorus of rustling ferns and distant cicadas weaving a private cocoon around the cascade’s hum. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, water tracing sensual paths down her hips. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the subtle bulge of his arousal, a quiet tension from their earlier navigation over the rocks.
Raghavan’s absence lingered like a shadow in the trees, his retreat amplifying the electric air between them. He’s letting me explore this, trusting me to burn bright, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the water’s bite and the thrill of Vikram’s nearness. Anand kept me dim; now I’m alive, drawing him in.
Their playful splashes filled the air with sparkling arcs, Nivi’s laughter echoing off the rocks as she dodged a wave, her body swaying closer to Vikram’s. “You’re not holding back, are you?” she teased, flicking water at him, her voice light but charged, the droplets catching the sunlight like tiny prisms. Vikram grinned, retaliating with a gentle splash that grazed her shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped nearer, the water rippling around their waists.
He paused, his gaze locking on hers, a curious warmth in his eyes. “Nivi... hope it’s okay I’m calling you that. You seem so young, maybe early twenties? Single, right? It’s why it’s so easy talking to you, like we’re just... vibing.” His tone was casual but probing, a flirtatious edge simmering as he leaned closer, their arms brushing in the current, the contact sending a spark through her.
Nivi’s heart quickened, his assumption igniting her exhibitionism kink, the chance to reveal herself fueling her boldness. She splashed him lightly, her smile teasing. “Single? You’re jumping to conclusions, Vikram. What makes you think I’m not tied down? And what’s this vibe you’re feeling—spill it.” Her voice was playful, inviting, her body tilting toward him, the water’s chill heightening her awareness of his proximity.
Vikram laughed, shaking water from his hair, his eyes bright with interest. “Okay, maybe I’m wrong, but you’ve got this... free spirit. Early twenties, no ring, out here with your boss? I figured you’re not married. Are you? Or maybe planning to tie the knot with him—he’s older, but you two seem close. Or is it one of those family-arranged deals? Come on, give me something— what’s your story?” His flirtation was bold but gentle, his body inching closer, the water swirling between them.
Nivi hesitated, the question pulling at her guarded truths, but their playful energy made her open up, her voice steady but measured. “You’re curious, aren’t you? Truth is, I’m married, Vikram. And I’m a mom—two boys, both in college, tearing up the house daily. No plans to marry my boss, though he’s... special. Arranged marriage was my path, but I’m carving my own now.” She watched his face, her kink flickering at the reveal, her near-naked state amplifying the moment.
Vikram’s eyes widened, his splash pausing mid-air as disbelief washed over him. “No way. Married? A mom of two? You’re pulling my leg. You can’t be older than... 25, max. Look at you— that waist, so tight, that belly so flat, like you’ve never had a day of stress. And kids in college? How? You’re out here, rocking this...” He gestured vaguely at her body, his eyes lingering on her navel, the water lapping at her midriff. “You’re like something out of a dream.”
Nivi laughed, the sound rich and teasing, her body warming under his praise, her kink igniting. “A dream, huh? I’m in my thirties, Vikram, and those boys are real—five and three, full of chaos. Motherhood’s a wild ride, but it doesn’t stop me. You’re shocked because... what? I don’t look the part? Come on, what’s throwing you off?” She splashed him again, her body swaying closer, their thighs brushing under the water, the contact electric.
He shook his head, his grin half-disbelief, half-awe, stepping closer, the water parting around him. “Thirties? Kids in college? No chance. That belly—it’s too perfect, like you’ve never carried life. And that navel, it’s... eye-catching, sitting there all flawless. I’m not buying it. You’re too vibrant, too young-looking. Married, sure, but how’s it working? You’re out here, splashing with me, looking like this. Your husband cool with these adventures? Or is this you breaking free?”
Nivi’s smile turned sly, their closeness heating the air, her voice dropping to a playful challenge. “Breaking free? Maybe a little. My husband’s got his world—work, bills, the usual. I’m here to live, to feel something new. The boys are with their grandma, probably causing havoc. But you’re stuck on this mom thing—why’s it so hard to believe? Is it the belly, the navel? You keep staring. Tell me, what’s the real shock here?” Her hand brushed his arm as she splashed him, the touch lingering, her kink flaring at his gaze.
Vikram’s laugh was heated, his body leaning in, the water’s current nudging them closer. “The shock? All of it. You’re in your thirties, two kids, and you look like you could be my age. That waist, that navel—it’s unreal. The marriage, arranged? You seem too bold for that, out here with your boss, living it up. I’m rethinking everything now. Like last night, delivering dinner to your suite—you were in that towel, owning the moment, laughing like you had no cares. And lunch, that bathrobe, all confident. This waterfall’s like it’s washing away the ordinary, showing the real you. How do you do it—keep this energy, this look?”
Their banter deepened, the splashes slowing as their bodies drifted closer, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them. Nivi teased, “Energy? It’s just me, Vikram. Motherhood adds fire, not weight. But you’re not convinced, are you? What’s it going to take—a birth certificate? Or are you just enjoying the view too much?” Her voice was playful, but the tension coiled, her thigh grazing his arousal again, the contact sparking a rush.
He grinned, his eyes darkening with flirtation, his body inches away. “Maybe the view’s distracting me. But seriously, Nivi, you’re breathtaking. The towel last night, the bathrobe at lunch—those moments stuck with me. Never thought I’d be here, this close, splashing with someone so... alive. You’re making this waterfall unforgettable.” His words were bold, praising her without pushing too far, the air thickening as their arms brushed, the water’s rhythm fueling their tension.
Nivi’s energy surged, her near-naked state—inners clinging to her secrets—amplifying the heat. To prove her truth, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward a cluster of rocks tucked in a hidden alcove, the water shallower there. “Come on, skeptic,” she said, climbing onto a small ledge, her thighs emerging, her panties sticking tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape. She slid her panties down slightly, revealing the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly. “See? Proof I’m a mom.”
Vikram’s jaw dropped, his eyes locked on the marks, the wet lace framing her pussy, the realization hitting hard. “No way... those marks? They’re real, and... beautiful, adding to you.” In his shock, he reached out, his hand trembling as he boldly traced the marks, fingers grazing her skin to confirm their reality, the touch electric, drawing them impossibly close in the rock’s shadow.
Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, his hand on her marks, the tension a tidal wave, the waterfall’s roar echoing their heated pulse.
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