09-09-2025, 11:32 PM
Chapter 63: Marks of Heat
The waterfall’s mist swirled in the hidden alcove, its cool spray a soft contrast to the heated air between Nivi and Vikram, the forest’s rustle of ferns and distant bird trills wrapping their closeness in a private hum. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly exposed where she’d slid the fabric down. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch sending a jolt through her, his fingers trembling as they traced the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach. Raghavan’s absence lingered like a distant pulse, his retreat amplifying the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s left me to burn, to push these edges, Nivi thought, her skin aflame with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand kept me cold; now I’m alive, my body drawing him in.
Vikram’s breath was hot, grazing her pregnancy marks, each exhale a warm caress that sent shivers racing through her core, her pussy warming, a slick heat building beneath the lace. His face hovered close, eyes locked on the silver lines, examining them with a mix of awe and desire, his fingers slow, deliberate, as if memorizing her skin. Fuck, his breath on me—it’s too much, she thought, her body responding, a flush spreading across her chest, her nipples straining against the wet bra. The intimacy of his closeness, his touch on her marks, ignited her, her kink flaring at the thought of being so exposed, so desired in this hidden nook.
Then, without warning, Vikram leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft, reverent kiss that sent a shockwave through her. Nivi gasped, her body tensing, her pussy clenching with a rush of heat, the unexpected act pushing her arousal to a fever pitch. He kissed them—fuck, he’s tasting my story, she thought, her breath catching, her skin electric under his lips. Vikram pulled back instantly, his face flushing crimson, his eyes wide with panic. “I’m so sorry, Nivi,” he stammered, his voice low, trembling with regret and desire. “I couldn’t help it—those marks, your beauty... it’s overwhelming. I shouldn’t have.”
Nivi’s shock melted into a bold thrill, her kink urging her to lean into the moment, to tease him further. She tilted her head, a mischievous smile curling her lips, her voice low and teasing. “Couldn’t help it, huh? So you just go kissing wherever you find something beautiful?” Her fingers brushed the marks, lingering where his lips had been, her body inching closer, the water lapping at her thighs. He’s flustered, but I’m in control now, pushing his limits, she thought, her pussy warming further, the intimacy crackling in the alcove.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, his flush deepening, but he matched her tease, his voice steadying with a playful edge. “Maybe I would—if you’re okay with it. Those marks... they’re stunning, part of you. I mean, you’re standing here, looking like that, and I’m just supposed to stay calm?” He stepped closer, the water parting around him, their bodies nearly touching, the tension thick.
“I saw you last night, in that towel at dinner—pure confidence. And lunch, the bathrobe, like you owned the world. Now here, in the waterfall... you’re unreal. Where else do you think I’d want to kiss?”
Nivi’s laugh was breathy, the heat between them surging, her body swaying toward him, their thighs brushing under the water. “Careful, Vikram—you’re getting bold. You’ve seen the marks now, but you’re still doubting me, aren’t you? You asked about my kids, my age. Notice anything else? No surgical scars, right? Both boys were natural births—hard work, but worth it. What, you want to see more to believe that too?” Her tone was teasing, provocative, her kink flaring as she leaned into the rock, her panties still low, the marks a bold declaration of her truth.
Vikram’s jaw dropped again, his eyes locked on the marks, then flicking to the outline of her pussy through the clinging lace, his breath hitching. “Natural births? No way. You’re... perfect. No scars, just those marks, and they’re... gorgeous. Adds to you, like a story written on your skin.” His voice was thick with admiration, his hand hovering near her belly, hesitant but drawn, the tension coiling tighter in the alcove’s shadow. “You’re serious? You’d let me see more? I mean, I’m already losing it here.”
Nivi grinned, her body alive with the game, her voice dropping to a sultry challenge. “Losing it? Good. But don’t think you get to just stare. Those marks are real, Vikram—proof I’m a mom, not some college kid. You’re acting like they’re a myth. What’s it going to take for you to believe me? Another kiss to check?” She arched her back slightly, the water dripping down her thighs, her panties clinging, exposing every curve, her kink driving her to push him further.
Vikram swallowed hard, his eyes burning with desire, his voice low and teasing. “Another kiss? Tempting. You’re making it hard to think straight, Nivi. The towel, the bathrobe, now this— you’re like a vision. Those marks, your body... I’m in awe. Natural births, thirties, and you’re here, owning this moment. Where else should I look to believe you?” His words were bold, matching her play, their bodies inches apart, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them.
The tension crackled, their breaths mingling with the mist, Nivi’s body responding to his closeness, the waterfall’s roar masking their shared pulse.
Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, her marks a bridge between them, the tension a blazing tide, the forest’s whisper echoing their heated exchange.
The waterfall’s mist swirled in the hidden alcove, its cool spray a soft contrast to the heated air between Nivi and Vikram, the forest’s rustle of ferns and distant bird trills wrapping their closeness in a private hum. Nivi stood on a small rock ledge, her thighs bare above the shallow water, her lace panties clinging tightly, outlining her pussy’s shape, the faint silver pregnancy marks on her lower belly exposed where she’d slid the fabric down. Vikram’s hand rested on those marks, his bold touch sending a jolt through her, his fingers trembling as they traced the delicate lines, his face inches from her stomach. Raghavan’s absence lingered like a distant pulse, his retreat amplifying the electric tension in the rock’s shadow. He’s left me to burn, to push these edges, Nivi thought, her skin aflame with Vikram’s touch, her exhibitionism kink surging. Anand kept me cold; now I’m alive, my body drawing him in.
Vikram’s breath was hot, grazing her pregnancy marks, each exhale a warm caress that sent shivers racing through her core, her pussy warming, a slick heat building beneath the lace. His face hovered close, eyes locked on the silver lines, examining them with a mix of awe and desire, his fingers slow, deliberate, as if memorizing her skin. Fuck, his breath on me—it’s too much, she thought, her body responding, a flush spreading across her chest, her nipples straining against the wet bra. The intimacy of his closeness, his touch on her marks, ignited her, her kink flaring at the thought of being so exposed, so desired in this hidden nook.
Then, without warning, Vikram leaned in, his lips brushing her pregnancy marks, a soft, reverent kiss that sent a shockwave through her. Nivi gasped, her body tensing, her pussy clenching with a rush of heat, the unexpected act pushing her arousal to a fever pitch. He kissed them—fuck, he’s tasting my story, she thought, her breath catching, her skin electric under his lips. Vikram pulled back instantly, his face flushing crimson, his eyes wide with panic. “I’m so sorry, Nivi,” he stammered, his voice low, trembling with regret and desire. “I couldn’t help it—those marks, your beauty... it’s overwhelming. I shouldn’t have.”
Nivi’s shock melted into a bold thrill, her kink urging her to lean into the moment, to tease him further. She tilted her head, a mischievous smile curling her lips, her voice low and teasing. “Couldn’t help it, huh? So you just go kissing wherever you find something beautiful?” Her fingers brushed the marks, lingering where his lips had been, her body inching closer, the water lapping at her thighs. He’s flustered, but I’m in control now, pushing his limits, she thought, her pussy warming further, the intimacy crackling in the alcove.
Vikram’s eyes darkened, his flush deepening, but he matched her tease, his voice steadying with a playful edge. “Maybe I would—if you’re okay with it. Those marks... they’re stunning, part of you. I mean, you’re standing here, looking like that, and I’m just supposed to stay calm?” He stepped closer, the water parting around him, their bodies nearly touching, the tension thick.
“I saw you last night, in that towel at dinner—pure confidence. And lunch, the bathrobe, like you owned the world. Now here, in the waterfall... you’re unreal. Where else do you think I’d want to kiss?”
Nivi’s laugh was breathy, the heat between them surging, her body swaying toward him, their thighs brushing under the water. “Careful, Vikram—you’re getting bold. You’ve seen the marks now, but you’re still doubting me, aren’t you? You asked about my kids, my age. Notice anything else? No surgical scars, right? Both boys were natural births—hard work, but worth it. What, you want to see more to believe that too?” Her tone was teasing, provocative, her kink flaring as she leaned into the rock, her panties still low, the marks a bold declaration of her truth.
Vikram’s jaw dropped again, his eyes locked on the marks, then flicking to the outline of her pussy through the clinging lace, his breath hitching. “Natural births? No way. You’re... perfect. No scars, just those marks, and they’re... gorgeous. Adds to you, like a story written on your skin.” His voice was thick with admiration, his hand hovering near her belly, hesitant but drawn, the tension coiling tighter in the alcove’s shadow. “You’re serious? You’d let me see more? I mean, I’m already losing it here.”
Nivi grinned, her body alive with the game, her voice dropping to a sultry challenge. “Losing it? Good. But don’t think you get to just stare. Those marks are real, Vikram—proof I’m a mom, not some college kid. You’re acting like they’re a myth. What’s it going to take for you to believe me? Another kiss to check?” She arched her back slightly, the water dripping down her thighs, her panties clinging, exposing every curve, her kink driving her to push him further.
Vikram swallowed hard, his eyes burning with desire, his voice low and teasing. “Another kiss? Tempting. You’re making it hard to think straight, Nivi. The towel, the bathrobe, now this— you’re like a vision. Those marks, your body... I’m in awe. Natural births, thirties, and you’re here, owning this moment. Where else should I look to believe you?” His words were bold, matching her play, their bodies inches apart, the water’s chill amplifying the heat between them.
The tension crackled, their breaths mingling with the mist, Nivi’s body responding to his closeness, the waterfall’s roar masking their shared pulse.
Nivi and Vikram hovered in the alcove’s intimacy, her marks a bridge between them, the tension a blazing tide, the forest’s whisper echoing their heated exchange.
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