It was a hot summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. She was walking into the local yoga studio, her dark skin glistening with sweat, her curves accentuated by tight black yoga pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
Over the next few weeks, I found myself going to the studio more and more, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. And every time, she would be there, moving her body in ways that made my heart race.
One day, as I was leaving the studio, I saw her standing alone by the water fountain. I took a deep breath and approached her.
“Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I’ve seen you here a few times. I’m Jack.”
She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and interest. “I’m Sienna,” she said, her voice smooth and sultry. “Nice to meet you.”
We made small talk for a few minutes, before I gathered the courage to ask her out. To my delight, she agreed.
Our first date was at a cozy little Italian restaurant. We laughed and talked for hours, getting to know each other better. And as the night went on, the chemistry between us grew stronger.
When we finished our dinner, I suggested we take a walk. We strolled through the park, hand in hand, enjoying the warm summer night. And as we walked, our conversation turned to more intimate topics.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” I said, looking into her eyes.
“Me too,” she replied, her voice low and seductive.
Before I knew what was happening, we were kissing. Our lips met in a passionate embrace, our bodies pressed close together.
We broke apart, breathless. “Come back to my place,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
She nodded, and we hurried back to my apartment.
As soon as we were inside, we were all over each other. Our clothes came off in a frenzy, and we tumbled onto the bed.
I trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples with my fingers.
She arched her back, pressing her body against mine. “I want you,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock hard and ready.
But I didn’t enter her yet. First, I wanted to taste her. I spread her legs wider, exposing her wet pussy. I lowered my head and began to lick and suck on her clit.
She gasped and moaned, her hips bucking against my mouth. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her slick wetness.
“Oh, yes,” she cried out. “Right there, don’t stop.”
