It was a hot summer afternoon when I first met Lila, my new yoga instructor. She was a stunning woman in her early thirties, with a body that seemed to have been crafted by the gods themselves. Her toned abs, firm buttocks, and perky breasts were the perfect inspiration for my yoga practice.
One day, as I was struggling to hold a difficult pose, Lila approached me. She gently adjusted my posture, her hands lingering on my waist for a moment longer than necessary. I looked up and our eyes met, a spark of desire passing between us.
Over the next few classes, Lila and I grew closer. We would often find ourselves chatting after the session, sharing stories and laughter. I couldn’t help but notice how her gaze would linger on me, a soft smile playing on her lips.
One day, as I was getting ready to leave, Lila stopped me. “Stay for a while,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I want to show you something.”
I followed her to a secluded part of the studio, where she had set up a private space. She turned to face me, her eyes filled with desire. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you,” she whispered, her hands reaching out to touch my chest.
I was powerless to resist her advances. I pulled her close, our bodies molding together as we kissed passionately. Our hands explored each other’s bodies, our breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Lila slowly unbuttoned my shirt, her fingers tracing a path down my chest. She gasped as she saw my bare chest, her fingers gently caressing my hard nipples. I reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground.
Her perfect breasts were now exposed, her nipples hard and erect. I couldn’t resist the urge to take one in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. Lila moaned, her hands reaching down to grab my ass.
She pushed me back onto the mat, her body covering mine. I reached down, my fingers finding her wet and ready. She moaned as I entered her, our bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.
We tried different positions, each one more intense than the last. Lila rode me, her breasts bouncing in front of my face. I took one in my mouth, my tongue swirling around her hard nipple. She moaned, her body shuddering in pleasure.
We switched to doggy style, my hands reaching around to grab her firm breasts. She pushed back against me, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Lila reached down, her fingers finding my swollen clit. She began to rub it in circles, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.
We collapsed onto the mat, our bodies spent and satisfied. Lila looked at me, her eyes filled with desire. “I want more,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to touch me again.
I smiled, my body already responding to her touch. “I’m all yours,” I whispered, ready for another round of passion with my beautiful yoga instructor.
