It was a hot summer day when I first saw her in the yoga studio. She had long, brunette hair that cascaded down her back in waves, and she was wearing tight, black yoga pants that accentuated her curves. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she moved through the poses with grace and strength.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself going to the studio more and more, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. And eventually, I worked up the courage to talk to her. We started chatting after class one day, and I found out that her name was Isabella and she was 22 years old.
We quickly became friends, and I learned that Isabella was a free spirit who loved to try new things. One day, as we were leaving the studio, she turned to me and said, “Hey, do you want to come over to my place and practice some of the more advanced poses? I could use some help.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. I eagerly agreed, and we made our way to her apartment. As soon as we walked in, Isabella turned to me and said, “I have to take a shower, I’ll be right back.”
I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. But as I heard the water turn on in the shower, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I tiptoed over to the bathroom door and slowly opened it.
There she was, standing under the stream of water, her hair slicked back and her body glistening. She looked up and caught my eye, and a smile spread across her face. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.
I didn’t say a word. I stepped into the shower and pulled her close, my hands exploring her wet, soapy body. She moaned as I kissed her neck, my tongue tracing a path down to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked, hard, as my other hand reached down to touch her between the legs.
Isabella gasped as I slid a finger inside of her, her hips bucking against my hand. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and I knew she was ready for me. I pulled my finger out and replaced it with my cock, sliding into her easily.
We fucked hard and fast, the water streaming down our bodies as we moaned and groaned with pleasure. Isabella wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside of her. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, milking me for all I was worth.
And then, with a final thrust, I came hard, filling her up with my hot, sticky cum. Isabella moaned as she felt me cum inside of her, her own orgasm washing over her.
We stayed like that for a few moments, our bodies slick and spent. And then, with a lazy smile, Isabella said, “Well, that was a good warm-up. Want to try some of those poses now?”
I grinned and nodded, ready for another round. We spent the rest of the afternoon practicing yoga, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat. And when we were finished, we collapsed on the mat, spent and satisfied.
It was the start of a passionate affair, one that would last for many months. We explored each other’s bodies in every way imaginable, and we discovered new heights of pleasure together. And every time we fucked, it was like the first time all over again – hot, passionate, and completely unforgettable.
