The yoga studio was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few candles placed strategically around the room. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and sweat. It was late, and Renée was the only one left. She lay on her back, her dark skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration, her short hair sticking to her forehead.
As she caught her breath, she heard a soft rustling coming from the entrance. She sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw a figure standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from the hallway. It was Eric, the tall, muscular man who taught the morning yoga class.
“I thought I heard someone in here,” he said, stepping into the room. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
Renée felt a flush of heat spread across her chest and up her neck. She had always found Eric attractive, with his chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes, but she had never acted on it. Until now.
“I was just finishing up,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She stood up, her body moving with a grace and confidence she didn’t know she possessed. She walked over to him, her hips swaying hypnotically.
Eric’s eyes widened as she approached, but he didn’t move. Renée reached out and placed her hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart beneath her fingertips. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.
Eric didn’t say a word. He reached down and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling them down in one swift motion. Renée stepped out of them, her bare skin exposed to the cool air of the studio.
Eric’s hands were on her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s bodies, their hands roaming over smooth skin and hard muscle.
Renée moaned as Eric’s fingers found her wetness, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision. She reached down and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants, feeling it grow harder beneath her touch.
Eric broke the kiss, his lips finding her neck. He trailed kisses down to her collarbone, his teeth nibbling gently at her sensitive skin. Renée gasped as he took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard peak.
She reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, freeing his cock. It was long and thick, and Renée couldn’t wait to feel it inside her. Eric lifted her up, his hands on her ass. Renée wrapped her legs around his waist, her back against the wall.
Eric entered her slowly, his cock filling her up inch by inch. Renée moaned as he started to thrust, her hips meeting his in a rhythm as old as time. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Renée could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around Eric’s cock. She moaned louder, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Eric thrust harder, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Renée came with a loud cry, her body shuddering with pleasure. Eric followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself.
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Renée looked up at Eric, her eyes full of gratitude.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Eric smiled, his eyes full of warmth.
“Anytime,” he said.
Renée pulled on her yoga pants and walked out of the studio, her body humming with satisfaction. She knew she would be back tomorrow, and every day after that.
