09-09-2025, 11:35 PM
Chapter 65: Trail of Tease
The waterfall’s mist faded behind Nivi and Vikram as they waded to the rocky shore, the forest’s hum of rustling bamboo and distant owl hoots wrapping around them in the late afternoon sun. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, and the delicate shape of her pussy, water droplets tracing paths down her thighs. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the lingering bulge of his arousal, a silent echo of their heated moment in the alcove.
Raghavan stood waiting, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and control, his presence reasserting the dynamic as they stepped onto the shore, their inners dripping onto the stones. He’s back, watching, owning this moment, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the thrill of exposure, her exhibitionism kink alive. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding eyes.
Raghavan’s grin widened, his voice playful but commanding as he eyed their soaked states. “Well, you two had fun, didn’t you? Problem is, those inners are drenched, and I’m guessing neither of you packed spares.”
He gestured to their backpacks, where their dry clothes—Nivi’s denim shorts and tied-front shirt, Vikram’s shirt and pants—waited. “Two options: change into your clothes now, no inners, and carry those wet things to dry while we trek, or keep the inners on, let them dry on you by the trail’s end, then slip into your clothes. Your call, Nivi.” His tone was teasing, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge sparking.
Vikram flushed, his gaze flicking to Nivi, then away, his hands adjusting his wet boxers. Nivi’s heart raced, her kink flaring at the choice, the thought of walking near-naked through the forest sending a warm rush through her core. She met Raghavan’s gaze, then glanced at Vikram, her smile coy.
“I’ll keep them on,” she said, her voice light but bold. “Vikram’s already seen me like this, and this forest feels private enough. No harm letting them dry while we walk, right?” Her words carried a playful edge, her body tingling as she stood exposed, the lace barely concealing her.
Vikram nodded, his blush deepening, his voice low.
“Same here—didn’t expect a swim, so no spares. I’m fine walking like this too.” His eyes lingered on Nivi’s curves, the wet lace outlining her secrets, before he looked away, the tension palpable.
Raghavan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Bold choice, both of you. Let’s move—trail’s heading up to the hill heights.” He led the way, his stride confident, the forest path winding upward through tangled vines and soft earth. Nivi followed, her bare feet sinking into the cool soil, the wet lace clinging to her breasts and pussy, the fabric chafing deliciously with each step. Vikram walked beside her, his boxers tight, his arousal still evident, their proximity electric as the trail narrowed.
A steep incline forced them closer, Vikram’s hand brushing Nivi’s arm as he steadied her, his touch warm against her chilled skin, sending a spark through her. “Careful, Nivi,” he murmured, his fingers lingering a moment, his eyes flicking to her breasts, the lace outlining her nipples. He’s touching me, wanting me, she thought, her kink surging, her pussy warming beneath the wet fabric. She flashed him a teasing grin, leaning into the moment. “Thanks, Vikram—don’t let me slip, or you’ll have to carry me.”
He laughed, his hand grazing her lower back as they navigated a rocky patch, the contact fleeting but charged. “Carry you? Tempting, but you’re handling this trail like a pro.” His voice was playful, his eyes darting to her thighs, the panties clinging tightly, a silent flirtation building.
Raghavan glanced back, his gaze sharp but teasing, catching their closeness. As they paused at a clearing, the hill heights looming ahead, he dropped his voice, leaning close to Nivi, his breath warm on her ear. “What happened back there, baby? After I left the waterfall, you two got cozy. Spill—what went down?” His tone was a mix of curiosity and command, his eyes searching hers, a silent tease urging her to confess.
Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy warming at the memory of Vikram’s lips on her marks, his mouth on her panties. She met Raghavan’s gaze, her voice low, naughty. “If you’d been a little later, Daddy, something might’ve happened. We were... close.
Your timing cut it short.” Her words dripped with playful regret, her kink flaring at admitting the almost-moment, her body tingling as she caught Vikram’s glance, his eyes mirroring her naughty spark.
Raghavan’s grin deepened, his hand brushing her hip, a possessive touch that sent a shiver through her. “Missed a show, huh? My exhibitionist queen, teasing the boy. Next time, I’ll stay away longer.” His whisper was a promise, his eyes gleaming as he stepped back, leading them onward.
The trail climbed higher, the forest air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the sun warming their wet inners. Vikram helped Nivi over a fallen log, his hands firm on her waist, his fingers grazing the bare skin above her panties, the touch lingering. “Got you,” he said, his voice low, his eyes flicking to her breasts, then away, the tension simmering. Nivi teased back, her voice playful.
“You’re too helpful, Vikram—keep those hands steady, or I’ll think you’re up to something.” Her grin was coy, her body swaying closer, the wet lace chafing deliciously.
As they neared the hill heights, the trail widened, the forest opening to a view of rolling hills. Vikram’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch, his smirk playful. “You’re making this trek hard to focus on, Nivi.” She laughed, her eyes meeting his, a silent pact of their shared heat.
Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan trekked toward the hill heights, their teasing touches and naughty glances a charged undercurrent, the forest’s hum echoing their pulsing tension.
Continues.... (next update on sunday)
The waterfall’s mist faded behind Nivi and Vikram as they waded to the rocky shore, the forest’s hum of rustling bamboo and distant owl hoots wrapping around them in the late afternoon sun. Nivi’s lace bra and panties clung to her curves, the drenched fabric outlining her full breasts, nipples sharp from the chill, and the delicate shape of her pussy, water droplets tracing paths down her thighs. Vikram’s boxers hugged his lean frame, the wet material accentuating his toned muscles and the lingering bulge of his arousal, a silent echo of their heated moment in the alcove.
Raghavan stood waiting, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and control, his presence reasserting the dynamic as they stepped onto the shore, their inners dripping onto the stones. He’s back, watching, owning this moment, Nivi thought, her skin tingling with the thrill of exposure, her exhibitionism kink alive. Anand left me unseen; now I’m bare, commanding eyes.
Raghavan’s grin widened, his voice playful but commanding as he eyed their soaked states. “Well, you two had fun, didn’t you? Problem is, those inners are drenched, and I’m guessing neither of you packed spares.”
He gestured to their backpacks, where their dry clothes—Nivi’s denim shorts and tied-front shirt, Vikram’s shirt and pants—waited. “Two options: change into your clothes now, no inners, and carry those wet things to dry while we trek, or keep the inners on, let them dry on you by the trail’s end, then slip into your clothes. Your call, Nivi.” His tone was teasing, his eyes locked on hers, a silent challenge sparking.
Vikram flushed, his gaze flicking to Nivi, then away, his hands adjusting his wet boxers. Nivi’s heart raced, her kink flaring at the choice, the thought of walking near-naked through the forest sending a warm rush through her core. She met Raghavan’s gaze, then glanced at Vikram, her smile coy.
“I’ll keep them on,” she said, her voice light but bold. “Vikram’s already seen me like this, and this forest feels private enough. No harm letting them dry while we walk, right?” Her words carried a playful edge, her body tingling as she stood exposed, the lace barely concealing her.
Vikram nodded, his blush deepening, his voice low.
“Same here—didn’t expect a swim, so no spares. I’m fine walking like this too.” His eyes lingered on Nivi’s curves, the wet lace outlining her secrets, before he looked away, the tension palpable.
Raghavan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Bold choice, both of you. Let’s move—trail’s heading up to the hill heights.” He led the way, his stride confident, the forest path winding upward through tangled vines and soft earth. Nivi followed, her bare feet sinking into the cool soil, the wet lace clinging to her breasts and pussy, the fabric chafing deliciously with each step. Vikram walked beside her, his boxers tight, his arousal still evident, their proximity electric as the trail narrowed.
A steep incline forced them closer, Vikram’s hand brushing Nivi’s arm as he steadied her, his touch warm against her chilled skin, sending a spark through her. “Careful, Nivi,” he murmured, his fingers lingering a moment, his eyes flicking to her breasts, the lace outlining her nipples. He’s touching me, wanting me, she thought, her kink surging, her pussy warming beneath the wet fabric. She flashed him a teasing grin, leaning into the moment. “Thanks, Vikram—don’t let me slip, or you’ll have to carry me.”
He laughed, his hand grazing her lower back as they navigated a rocky patch, the contact fleeting but charged. “Carry you? Tempting, but you’re handling this trail like a pro.” His voice was playful, his eyes darting to her thighs, the panties clinging tightly, a silent flirtation building.
Raghavan glanced back, his gaze sharp but teasing, catching their closeness. As they paused at a clearing, the hill heights looming ahead, he dropped his voice, leaning close to Nivi, his breath warm on her ear. “What happened back there, baby? After I left the waterfall, you two got cozy. Spill—what went down?” His tone was a mix of curiosity and command, his eyes searching hers, a silent tease urging her to confess.
Nivi’s skin flushed, her pussy warming at the memory of Vikram’s lips on her marks, his mouth on her panties. She met Raghavan’s gaze, her voice low, naughty. “If you’d been a little later, Daddy, something might’ve happened. We were... close.
Your timing cut it short.” Her words dripped with playful regret, her kink flaring at admitting the almost-moment, her body tingling as she caught Vikram’s glance, his eyes mirroring her naughty spark.
Raghavan’s grin deepened, his hand brushing her hip, a possessive touch that sent a shiver through her. “Missed a show, huh? My exhibitionist queen, teasing the boy. Next time, I’ll stay away longer.” His whisper was a promise, his eyes gleaming as he stepped back, leading them onward.
The trail climbed higher, the forest air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the sun warming their wet inners. Vikram helped Nivi over a fallen log, his hands firm on her waist, his fingers grazing the bare skin above her panties, the touch lingering. “Got you,” he said, his voice low, his eyes flicking to her breasts, then away, the tension simmering. Nivi teased back, her voice playful.
“You’re too helpful, Vikram—keep those hands steady, or I’ll think you’re up to something.” Her grin was coy, her body swaying closer, the wet lace chafing deliciously.
As they neared the hill heights, the trail widened, the forest opening to a view of rolling hills. Vikram’s hand brushed hers, a fleeting touch, his smirk playful. “You’re making this trek hard to focus on, Nivi.” She laughed, her eyes meeting his, a silent pact of their shared heat.
Nivi, Vikram, and Raghavan trekked toward the hill heights, their teasing touches and naughty glances a charged undercurrent, the forest’s hum echoing their pulsing tension.
Continues.... (next update on sunday)
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