It was a warm summer afternoon when Marianne met Luke by the lake. She was wearing her favorite yoga pants, hugging her curves in all the right places. Luke couldn’t help but notice.
Marianne, a talented yoga instructor, was showing Luke, a handsome stranger, some poses by the water’s edge. Their eyes met, and they both felt an undeniable spark. Marianne suggested they continue their yoga session in the nearby forest, where it was cooler and more private.
Once they found a secluded spot, Luke gently placed his hand on Marianne’s lower back, guiding her into the downward dog position. As she arched her back, her yoga pants stretched, revealing the faint outline of her thong. Luke couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her neck.
Marianne’s breath hitched as Luke’s lips explored her earlobe. She slowly rose to her feet and turned to face him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining. Marianne’s hands wandered down Luke’s chest, feeling the contours of his muscles.
Luke’s fingers traced the waistband of Marianne’s yoga pants, tugging them down slightly. He knelt and pressed his lips to her inner thigh, teasing her with soft kisses. Marianne’s moans grew louder as Luke’s tongue made its way up her leg, finally reaching the damp fabric of her thong.
With a playful grin, Luke hooked his fingers under the thin material and pulled it aside, revealing Marianne’s glistening folds. He wasted no time, diving in with a deep, eager lick. Marianne’s head fell back, and she let out a guttural moan.
Luke’s fingers found their way inside Marianne, curling and exploring as his tongue continued its assault. Soon, Marianne’s legs began to tremble as she approached her climax. Luke’s name left her lips in a breathless whisper as she came undone, waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Marianne, still shaking from her orgasm, pulled Luke to his feet and guided him to the ground. She undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. Luke watched as Marianne straddled him, lowering herself onto his length. Her yoga pants rubbed against his thighs as she began to ride him, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the air, punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. Luke’s hands gripped Marianne’s hips, urging her on as they both approached their peaks. With one final thrust, Luke emptied himself inside Marianne, his release triggering her own orgasm.
Breathless and satisfied, Marianne collapsed onto Luke’s chest. They lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, listening to the soothing sounds of the lake. Their yoga session had taken an unexpected turn, but neither of them minded. In fact, they couldn’t wait to explore more poses together.
