It was a hot summer afternoon when I first saw her at the local yoga studio. She was wearing a tight, sky-blue bra and a pair of black yoga pants that perfectly hugged her curves. Her long, brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her sweat glistened on her toned body as she moved gracefully through the yoga poses. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
After the class, I approached her and introduced myself. Her name was Emily, and she was a 25-year-old graphic designer. We hit it off instantly and decided to grab a smoothie together. As we sat and talked, I couldn’t help but feel a strong attraction to her. I could tell she felt the same, as she kept stealing glances at me and playfully touching her hair.
Eventually, we couldn’t resist the tension any longer. We paid our bills and left the smoothie shop, hands brushing against each other as we walked. We didn’t have to say a word; we both knew what we wanted.
We arrived at her apartment, and she led me to her bedroom. She turned to face me, and we shared a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I ran my fingers through her hair, down her back, and over the curve of her ass. She let out a soft moan as I squeezed it gently.
I slowly trailed my lips down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses as I went. I reached her bra, and with a flick of my fingers, I unclasped it. Her breasts spilled out, and I took a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She arched her back, pressing her chest into me.
I moved my hand down to her yoga pants, and she eagerly helped me slide them off. She was completely naked now, and she looked absolutely stunning. I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread her legs apart and knelt down between them. I started by licking her inner thighs, teasing her. She squirmed with anticipation, begging me to touch her.
Finally, I reached her pussy. I started by gently licking her outer lips, tasting her sweetness. She moaned loudly, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me closer. I slid my tongue inside her, exploring her depths. She tasted incredible, and I couldn’t get enough.
I moved my fingers to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She was getting close, and I could feel her muscles tensing up. I increased the pressure and speed, and she let out a loud moan as she came.
After she caught her breath, she pulled me up and kissed me deeply. She could taste herself on my lips, and she loved it. She pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. She slowly slid her pussy down onto my cock, taking it all in. She started grinding her hips, riding me harder and harder. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples.
We were both getting close, and we could feel it building up inside of us. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to cum.” I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock as she came. It was too much for me, and I followed her over the edge.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a few moments. She looked at me and smiled. “That was amazing,” she said. I couldn’t agree more. We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies, trying new positions, and enjoying every moment of it. It was a yoga session I would never forget.
