Hello, readers! I’m Ram, and I’m excited to share my experience on this platform. For a long time, I’ve been an avid reader here, drawn in by the incredible stories that have inspired me in different ways.
Now, I feel it’s time to contribute my own experience. One of the most memorable real-life incidents I’ve had.
A little about me—I’m Ram, 28 years old, from Hyderabad. Standing at 5’7″ and weighing 75 kg. I have a fairly average physique. I work as an engineer in an MNC, and I’d like to think of myself as a decent, well-presented man. Oh, and yes, I’m still unmarried!
After months of relentless work, I felt utterly drained. Sleep had become a rare luxury. My days blurred into one another under the weight of deadlines. I knew it was time for a break—something to clear my head and reignite my spirit. A trek into the wilderness seemed ideal, but where?
Scrolling through Instagram late one night, I stumbled upon Chembra Peak in Wayanad. Its misty slopes and lush greenery called to me. Without hesitation, I booked a sleeper bus from Hyderabad to Kozhikode. I mapped out the next leg: a ride to Meppadi and onward to Wayanad.
Next came accommodation. A few quick s led me to a forest campsite offering simple, sturdy tents. To ensure a smooth trek, I also hired a local guide. He arranged permits, shared insider knowledge about hidden trails, and plotted the safest path to the summit. Within an hour, my escape plan felt rock solid.
Mid-July in Wayanad is notorious for its sudden rains, but I didn’t mind. When the day arrived, the bus trip whisked me away from city chaos into rolling hills draped in fog. By late afternoon, I reached the campsite—a secluded clearing enveloped by ancient trees.
My tent, nestled among damp ferns, smelled of earth and adventure. I stepped inside and let out a contented sigh. A soft, lilting voice floated through the humid air, like a peacock welcoming the monsoon. I peeked out to see a couple settling into the tent next door.
The woman wore black shorts, a matching crop top, and a cap. As she turned, a gust of wind caught her hat and sent it spiralling toward me. Instinctively, I rose, caught the cap mid-bounce, and held it out as she approached. Our hands touched as I returned the cap.
She was about 5’5″ with striking blue eyes framed by shoulder-length hair. Her athletic figure—34D bust, 30-inch waist, 32-inch hips—was accentuated by the simple outfit. A subtle, floral perfume lingered in the air.
I felt a jolt—the slight sweat on her palm felt electric as she shook my hand. “Thank you,” she said, her voice warm. “I’m Nikita, and this is my husband, Amit.”
“Ram from Hyderabad,” I replied, shaking Amit’s hand as well. Amit, from Odisha, gave an easy smile.
At 5 PM, we converged at the makeshift dining area—just six of us—for tea and biscuits. The conversation flowed effortlessly: we laughed about quirky managers and shared travel tales. As dusk fell, we gathered around a campfire. I sipped on a fruity mocktail while Amit enjoyed whiskey.
Music played softly, and we all danced—shadows flickering against the trunks of ancient trees. Later, I crawled into my tent, but sleep eluded me. Visions of Nikita kept playing in my mind—her presence as vivid as the distant rumble of thunder.
By 7:30 AM, I was up and outside, where I spotted Nikita again, dressed in a simple one-piece nightdress. I greeted her with a gentle, “Good morning, Nikita ji. Sleep well?” She smiled, and we chatted as the scent of fresh tea drifted by. I pulled out photos of Chembra Peak on my phone.
“If you and Amit fancy the trek, meet me in the dining area at 9:30,” I suggested. After a quick shower and a straightforward breakfast of bread, butter, and tea, I waited by the communal tables. Sure enough, Amit and Nikita appeared.
Nikita was wearing white crop top and black leggings, I can clearly see her ass shape and her panty line in that black leggings from back I can see her cleavage and they are so deep and I got instant boner with ger dress. I have covered my boner.
Amit greeted me with “Good morning!” I smiled back. “Good morning, Amit. Glad you’re joining the trek.” He raised a hand, wincing. “Not quite. I twisted my ankle after the campfire last night. I can barely walk.” With a smirk, he added, “But Nikita’s excited. Mind if she goes without me?”
I nodded, hiding my thrill. Just me, the mountains, and Nikita for a few hours; today felt promising. I sipped the last of my tea, masking a sly smile at the adventure ahead. We took a vehicle to the trailhead and hopped out at the base.
A sign declared 3.8 kilometres ahead, but the winding path—steep, jagged—felt like a trial. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, painting patterns on our path. Nikita stared up at it, her eyes wide. “We’re actually climbing this?” she laughed nervously.
I nodded. “Yes, but the view is worth every step. I’m right here with you.” The first stretch was forgiving: dirt tracks and a breeze. Birdsong trailed alongside our steps, a soundtrack to our ascent. Soon, the path turned rocky and uneven, inclining sharply.
Nikita’s pace slowed; her breath came in gasps. We paused under an oak for a break. She leaned back, whispering, “This is intense.” I handed her my water bottle. “You’re doing great. One step at a time.” We continued, pausing now and then to breathe, to laugh at how ambitious we’d been.
At one point, she hesitated near a narrow ridge. Without thinking, I gently reached for her hand. And she let me hold it. Her hand, warm and slightly trembling, curled into mine. That simple contact sent a quiet current through me then, as she turned to speak.
Her breath drifted past my face—light, fresh, a hint of mint mingling with mountain air. Something about it just… lingered. It was soft and addictive. A breath I didn’t want to let go of. The climb continued, but now there was something different between us.
With every step, we grew a little closer—fewer words, more glances. The occasional tightening of fingers as if neither of us wanted to let go. She was sweating a lot. As it was so steep, I can clearly see her white top got wet because of her sweat.
I can clearly see her black sports bra inside because of the wet top. And then, finally, the trail crested. The viewpoint opened up like a secret unravelling before us—rolling green hills, mist rising from the valleys, and the sun breaking through the clouds in golden beams.
Nikita stepped forward, her breath catching at the sight. “This is… unreal,” she murmured, her voice barely above the breeze. I looked at her. The view behind her was stunning, yes—but so was the way the wind danced through her hair, how her eyes lit up with wonder.
I softly replied, “Told you it would be worth it.” She smiled at me—something quiet and meaningful. We sat down near the edge, our hands still entwined. Her head gently rested on my shoulder, and in that peaceful silence, I realised this moment wasn’t just about the mountains.
It was the beginning of something else entirely. We sat in that serene silence, hand in hand with the mountains unfolding before us. I couldn’t resist capturing it all. I pulled out my phone and snapped a few shots of the view—each one like a postcard painted by nature itself. Then I turned the lens toward her.
Nikita stood framed against the sky, sunlight brushing her face, hair dancing gently in the breeze. She laughed when I raised the camera, but didn’t shy away. In that moment, she wasn’t just part of the scene—she was the scene. And then, I launched the drone.
The soft hum rose as it soared into the sky, capturing sweeping shots of the cliffs, the winding trail we had just conquered. The two of us were seated near the edge—tiny figures against an endless canvas. From above, the world looked still, like time had paused just for us.
When the drone circled back and hovered above, I waved. Nikita threw her hands up with a gleeful grin, the kind of smile you don’t pose for—one that happens when you’re truly in the moment. Those drone shots? Unreal. A blend of wild nature, soft emotion, and something quietly blooming between us.
We sat beneath a tree, taking in the view in peaceful silence. She gently rested her head on my shoulder, soaking in the moment. It felt like we were just another couple lost in the beauty around us—but to me, it was more. I held her hand, savouring the warmth of her soft touch.
She didn’t speak a word, yet in that silence, I could feel everything. The slight sweat on her palm radiated a quiet energy—I felt it, alive and electric. Just then, dark clouds started to roll in, and everything around us turned dim. It looked like it was about to pour.
We figured it was best to head out, so we packed our things and were about to leave when a loud thunderclap echoed through the sky. She got startled, hugged me tightly, buried her face in my chest, and closed her eyes. My heart started racing—I wasn’t expecting that. I wrapped my arms around her instinctively.
The rain came down hard, but for a few minutes, we didn’t move at all. We just stood there, lost in the moment. We got completely drenched as soon as the rain began! The moment we saw that the trail would turn into a slippery mess. We ran for the nearest camp cabin, our shoes squelching in the mud.
Inside, it was quiet—everyone else had already fled. Only Nikita and I were left, water dripping off our hair onto the wooden floor. She looked frightened, so I tried calling her husband—no network, of course. I grabbed a rough towel from my pack and started drying my hair, then passed it to her.
Our wet clothes clung to our bodies, making us shiver uncontrollably. I rummaged in my bag and found a dry T-shirt and shorts. We peeked into Nikita’s bag, where she’d packed spare trousers and a shirt. But we don’t have much space to change our clothes.
It was just a cabin the size of a small tent. I could not control my cold, and I decided to change anyway. I told her to turn around, and I took off my shirt. She was spying on my body secretly. I can feel she was looking at me secretly. I didn’t mind.
I removed my trousers so she could clearly see my bulge inside my underwear. I don’t have any option, It was completely wet I decided to remove it and my dick was hard. She was looking at my dick so intense. I can see how much she liked it.
I changed back to my T-shirt and shorts. I didn’t bring an extra pair of inners, so I didn’t wear them. Now, I feel a little better. She was still shivering. I suggested that she change. She was a bit nervous. “If you don’t change, you will get cold and the entire trip will get spoiled.”
Then she agreed to change, but she also did not bring the inner. They are just a two-piece swimming dress. I turn around and try to peek at her. She removed her white top and gave it to me as the floor was dirty. I held them and they smelled so good, some lavender flavour.
Then she hands over her trousers, and I was so curious how she looks in lingerie. I was peeking slowly at her, I saw her white legs, and raised my eyebrows. She was wearing black panties, and she lowered herself to her knees. I raised my eyebrows more.
I was in a shock while looking at her pussy. It was clean shaved pussy and little black and white mix Suddenly, the downpour hit so hard that our little cabin shook and shifted on its stilts. She startled, grabbed my hand, and slipped right into me. She was semi-nude, her clothes soaked.
I held her close and saw blood trickling from a few fresh scratches on her knee. “Nikita, are you okay?” I asked, panic rising in my voice. She could barely stand. Acting on instinct, I tore a strip from my wet shirt and wrapped it tightly around her wound to stop the bleeding.
She winced, unable to pull her panties back up, pain etched on her face as she leaned on me for support. On the outside, everything felt tense and upsetting—but deep inside, I couldn’t help feeling strangely happy. It was one of those moments where your heart and mind don’t quite agree.
Yet you don’t want it to end. She asked me to help her dress up, and I slowly removed her panties and bra. I have a clear view of her nude body. My heart was smiling so wide, it felt like happiness had no limits. But somewhere in that high, a darker part of me stirred, quietly craving more than it should.
My hand is not in my control, one hand is moving towards her boobs and instructing me to squeeze them, This is the opportunity you will never get, I could not stop it and I held her boobs. She had an angry face at me, and I was so nervous. I knew that she also had a similar intention towards me.
She didn’t say a word—but in that quiet moment, it felt like her silence said yes. I looked at her, unsure for a moment. Her gaze met mine and didn’t turn away. Slowly, I leaned in, giving her the space to step back if she wanted. But she didn’t. Our lips met gently, almost like a question.
We continued kissing for a couple of minutes. I made a tight hug, and she can feel my boner inside my shorts when we hug. She slowly slide her hands inside my pant and scarting my balls gently making me more horny. I was not able to control myself. I removed my shirt and shorts and gave a tight hug.
I felt so warm. I slide my hand near her pussy and gently rubbing her pussy lips, I can feel the freshly harvested pussy. I feel that tiny leftover roots of the hair. We are kissing each other on the entire face. I moved a little down and reached her neck and felt the fragrance of her sweat.
It was so strong. I started suck her neck and kissing her wildly and rubbing her pussy while kissing. I realise it might make some marks and her husband will caught us, I moved down and start sucking her boobs they are very soft and fluffy like a soft toy.
I can suck those melons all day. They are so tempting I squeeze them with one hand and suck the other. She was on cloud nine. She was moaning gently and enjoying every movement. I slowly came down at the entrance of heaven. I make her adjust on the floor and widen her legs.
I split the pussy lips with two fingers. I can see muscles stretching and relaxing. I slide my tongue inside her pussy and start licking it well. I can feel the salty liquid oozing inside, and I rub the pussy and lick it well. She was moaning loudly and could not control herself.
But she likes it most. She didn’t let me take my tongue outside. I was not able to take a breath while licking. Then she let me take some breath, I took a deep breath, and she pulled me again, and I started licking her again. She became extremely wet.
I decided to tease her. I gently took my dick in hand start teasing her by rubbing it on her pussy lips. She could not control and requesting me to fuck her. I was enjoying while some beautiful lady begs me to fuck. Suddenly I pushed my dick inside and she screamed. My dick went half inside.
I closed her mouth with my hand and gently pushed it in. I start making slow movements, I was feeling so satisfying, I guess she got recently married, I can feel her tight pussy. She was moaning. Those moans make me more high and increase my pace of fucking her.
She was moaning high as she was about to cum. I feel the warm cum of her inside and I slowed my pace and stopped. I was relaxed and she hold my dick and start sucking it. I was on cloud nine, and I closed my eyes. She was sucking it so hard, I felt so happy.
She was sucking it like a lollipop and sucking it so hard and jerking it at same time. She was holding my balls and suck them, I make her take deep inside her mouth and made few hard sucks. She was taking deep breaths. It reached the climax. I made cum inside her mouth, she slowed down and drink all the cum.
After a while, the rain finally eased. We changed into dry clothes—she still struggled to stand, so I gently helped her get dressed. Once she was steady enough, we started heading back, with me supporting her every step of the way. It took time, but we made it to the base camp.
Amit was there, clearly worried sick. To calm him down, we came up with a quick story and told him what had happened. After a quick shower, I found myself stealing glances at Nikita. It was hard not to notice her. Later that evening, we all gathered for dinner.
Amit opened a bottle of whiskey. Honestly, I felt like I needed a drink too. I joined him for a couple of pegs. But Amit, true to form, polished off the entire bottle. Nikita sat beside him, quiet and composed, while I kept finding my eyes drawn to her.
Once dinner was done, we all headed to our tents. Around 11 PM, I heard someone rustling near mine. Curious, I unzipped the flap—and there she was. “Nikita?” I said, stunned. “What a surprise.” She smiled softly, “Will you let me in or not?” I stepped aside. “Of course, come in.”
She sat down beside me. Our eyes met, and without thinking, I said, “You look really beautiful tonight.” I could not stop myself from kissing her again. She was so rushed, and she continued to kiss me more. She sat on me and kissed me so intensely.
She removed my shirt and start kissing my chest and bite the nipples and sucking them. I felt so good. She pinched them and made them red. She started kissing me all over my body. I felt like she was returning my favour and kissing me. She pulled my pants down and start sucking it hard.
I felt so warm and I felt so good. I removed her top and she didn’t wear any bra, Her boobs were hanging and I hold them and start sucking the boobs. I feel like water balloons hanging when I see those boobs. She removed her panties and sat on my face. I start sucking the pussy very hard.
She was moaning a little. I like the smell of her sweat pussy and within couple of minutes the pussy is so wet. My face is all wet from it. She moved down and started teasing me. She start rubbing my dick against her pussy. She sat on my dick and rubbing it without inserting.
She was moving back and forth. I was so fucking horny. I was not able to control. I begged her to slide it in. But she didn’t listen. I grab her ass and held my dick and make her sit on my dick. It felt so hard. My dick skin moved back so hard. I felt pain, but I didn’t stop her.
She started pounding my dick very hard, She was moving front and back, I love those movements. I felt so fucking happy. We continue to fuck in cow girl, She got tired moving front and back. I make her comfortable. I pulled her legs and kept them on my shoulder.
I took my dick and rub it on pussy and with in no time I slide it all in, It was so easy now and I started fucking her in slow and fast pace. She was enjoying the movements and fucked her so hard. We changed position to doggy, missionary and fucked till 2 AM midnight,.
We both cum around 4 times. All my tent smell of cum and made my bed wet. We slept nude all night. Around 6 AM, Nikita woke up and left me alone. We exchanged our numbers. We continued to meet later and continued my affair.
That’s it, readers!
This was one of my real-life experiences with a couple. I doubt I’ll ever have a better one. I hope you all enjoyed reading about it. Feel free to share your thoughts and reviews—I’d love to hear them!
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