22-09-2025, 02:36 PM
Chapter 80: Waterfall Rivalry
Nivi stepped back from the waterfall's pounding cascade, water streaming off her, her grin wide and teasing as she waded toward the pool's edge.
“Too slow, boys!” she called, her voice ringing with playful challenge over the roar.
“Lost to a city girl—thought you'd keep up!” Her exhibitionism kink flared as the boys' gang swam closer, their soaked boxers clinging to their thighs, their eyes locked on her, admiration burning in their gazes. The leader, lanky and cocky, laughed, climbing onto a rock beside her under the falls, water dripping from his lean frame.
“Not fair, Nivi—you didn't call the race! We demand a rematch!” His tone was naughty but light, his eyes flicking to her soaked form, the others nodding, their stares bold and appreciative.
“Yeah, let's do it right!” another shouted, splashing water toward her, his grin wide as he joined them under the falls, the group's laughter echoing through the mist. Nivi's kink surged, her body warming under their attention, her wet clothes clinging as she swam back to the shore with them, their strokes slow and deliberate, the water parting around them.
“You're fast, Nivi,” a third guy said, his eyes tracing her as they reached the rocks, “but we're ready now.” The group gathered around the rum bottle, passing it for another round, the liquid sharp and warm with the waterfall's mineral tang.
Nivi sipped, the rum's heat spreading through her, her tipsiness fueling her boldness.
“Alright, let's make it official,” she said, turning to Raghavan on the shore, his posture relaxed but commanding.
“Raghavan, you judge. Here's the deal: finish a drink, swim to the waterfall, stand under it for a ten-count, swim back, and touch you first to win.” Her eyes sparkled with competitive mischief, catching Vikram's gaze, his shy smirk echoing their earlier waterfall tease.
“Vikram's in too, right?”
Vikram nodded, his cheeks flushing, his voice playful.
“Can't let you city folks have all the fun.” The boys cheered, their eyes sweeping over Nivi's wet form, her shirt gaping slightly, the knot loosening to flash her midriff. Raghavan's grin widened, his voice calm but teasing.
“Needs a bet—what's the prize?” His eyes locked on Nivi, urging her to decide.
Nivi paused, her kink tingling, her voice coy.
“I'll decide after... let's race first.” The boys hooted, their excitement infectious, no one pressing for details, their gazes lingering on her curves.
“Deal!” the leader said, raising the rum bottle. They grabbed cups, the rum-water mix passed around, and Raghavan clapped his hands.
“Ready? Drink, swim, count, touch—go!”
They downed their drinks, the rum burning Nivi's throat, her tipsiness sharpening her senses as they dove into the pool, strokes cutting through the water. The boys swam hard, their shouts ringing out, but Vikram's local savvy gave him the edge, his lean frame gliding effortlessly. Nivi pushed forward, her wet clothes heavy, her strokes strong, her kink driving her.
They reached the waterfall, scrambling up the slippery rocks, standing under the icy cascade for a ten-count, the water pounding over Nivi, her shirt and shorts clinging tighter, outlining her curves. The boys counted loudly, their eyes fixed on her, but Vikram surged ahead, swimming back to touch Raghavan's hand first.
“Damn it!” the leader shouted, splashing the water as they returned, the gang's laughter tinged with frustration. Nivi waded out, water streaming off her, her shirt gaping to reveal her soaked bra, her shorts molding to her ass, the boys' eyes devouring every curve as she stepped onto the rocky shore.
“Vikram's a cheat!” she teased, her voice bold, siding with the boys as she leaned against a rock, her wet form glistening in the sun.
“He's local—knows these waters like his own backyard. Let's rematch, no Vikram this time!” Her tone was lively, her kink surging as the boys cheered, their stares admiring her every move, water dripping down her legs, her shirt barely holding together.
The leader grinned, his eyes tracing her soaked form.
“You're on, Nivi—but damn, you're making it tough to focus, looking like that.” His tone was playful, indirect, the others nodding, their gazes lingering on her curves, amplifying her arousal. Vikram stepped back, smirking.
“I'll sit this one out—give you city folks a shot.” His eyes met Nivi's, a naughty spark shared, their waterfall moment lingering as the boys prepared for the rematch, the cascade's roar fueling their excitement.
Nivi stood tall, her wet clothes clinging, her body a vision of bold beauty, the boys' admiration stoking her transformation as they readied for the next race.
Continues...
Nivi stepped back from the waterfall's pounding cascade, water streaming off her, her grin wide and teasing as she waded toward the pool's edge.
“Too slow, boys!” she called, her voice ringing with playful challenge over the roar.
“Lost to a city girl—thought you'd keep up!” Her exhibitionism kink flared as the boys' gang swam closer, their soaked boxers clinging to their thighs, their eyes locked on her, admiration burning in their gazes. The leader, lanky and cocky, laughed, climbing onto a rock beside her under the falls, water dripping from his lean frame.
“Not fair, Nivi—you didn't call the race! We demand a rematch!” His tone was naughty but light, his eyes flicking to her soaked form, the others nodding, their stares bold and appreciative.
“Yeah, let's do it right!” another shouted, splashing water toward her, his grin wide as he joined them under the falls, the group's laughter echoing through the mist. Nivi's kink surged, her body warming under their attention, her wet clothes clinging as she swam back to the shore with them, their strokes slow and deliberate, the water parting around them.
“You're fast, Nivi,” a third guy said, his eyes tracing her as they reached the rocks, “but we're ready now.” The group gathered around the rum bottle, passing it for another round, the liquid sharp and warm with the waterfall's mineral tang.
Nivi sipped, the rum's heat spreading through her, her tipsiness fueling her boldness.
“Alright, let's make it official,” she said, turning to Raghavan on the shore, his posture relaxed but commanding.
“Raghavan, you judge. Here's the deal: finish a drink, swim to the waterfall, stand under it for a ten-count, swim back, and touch you first to win.” Her eyes sparkled with competitive mischief, catching Vikram's gaze, his shy smirk echoing their earlier waterfall tease.
“Vikram's in too, right?”
Vikram nodded, his cheeks flushing, his voice playful.
“Can't let you city folks have all the fun.” The boys cheered, their eyes sweeping over Nivi's wet form, her shirt gaping slightly, the knot loosening to flash her midriff. Raghavan's grin widened, his voice calm but teasing.
“Needs a bet—what's the prize?” His eyes locked on Nivi, urging her to decide.
Nivi paused, her kink tingling, her voice coy.
“I'll decide after... let's race first.” The boys hooted, their excitement infectious, no one pressing for details, their gazes lingering on her curves.
“Deal!” the leader said, raising the rum bottle. They grabbed cups, the rum-water mix passed around, and Raghavan clapped his hands.
“Ready? Drink, swim, count, touch—go!”
They downed their drinks, the rum burning Nivi's throat, her tipsiness sharpening her senses as they dove into the pool, strokes cutting through the water. The boys swam hard, their shouts ringing out, but Vikram's local savvy gave him the edge, his lean frame gliding effortlessly. Nivi pushed forward, her wet clothes heavy, her strokes strong, her kink driving her.
They reached the waterfall, scrambling up the slippery rocks, standing under the icy cascade for a ten-count, the water pounding over Nivi, her shirt and shorts clinging tighter, outlining her curves. The boys counted loudly, their eyes fixed on her, but Vikram surged ahead, swimming back to touch Raghavan's hand first.
“Damn it!” the leader shouted, splashing the water as they returned, the gang's laughter tinged with frustration. Nivi waded out, water streaming off her, her shirt gaping to reveal her soaked bra, her shorts molding to her ass, the boys' eyes devouring every curve as she stepped onto the rocky shore.
“Vikram's a cheat!” she teased, her voice bold, siding with the boys as she leaned against a rock, her wet form glistening in the sun.
“He's local—knows these waters like his own backyard. Let's rematch, no Vikram this time!” Her tone was lively, her kink surging as the boys cheered, their stares admiring her every move, water dripping down her legs, her shirt barely holding together.
The leader grinned, his eyes tracing her soaked form.
“You're on, Nivi—but damn, you're making it tough to focus, looking like that.” His tone was playful, indirect, the others nodding, their gazes lingering on her curves, amplifying her arousal. Vikram stepped back, smirking.
“I'll sit this one out—give you city folks a shot.” His eyes met Nivi's, a naughty spark shared, their waterfall moment lingering as the boys prepared for the rematch, the cascade's roar fueling their excitement.
Nivi stood tall, her wet clothes clinging, her body a vision of bold beauty, the boys' admiration stoking her transformation as they readied for the next race.
Continues...