It was a humid summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. She was a vision of beauty in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, stretching on the grass in the park. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her toned muscles glistened in the sun. I couldn’t help but stare.
As I approached, she looked up and caught me watching. A small smile played on her lips as she continued her stretches. I took a deep breath and walked over, introducing myself. Her name was Isabella, and she was a yoga instructor. We struck up a conversation, and before I knew it, we were making plans to meet up later that evening for a private yoga session.
That night, I arrived at her apartment, ready to give this yoga thing a try. She greeted me at the door, dressed in her usual attire – tight yoga pants and a sports bra. My heart raced as I followed her into the living room, where she had set up a yoga mat for me.
We started with some basic stretches, but I couldn’t focus. All I could think about was how good she looked in those yoga pants. I couldn’t help but stare as she moved, her ass flexing and tightening with each pose.
She must have noticed my distraction because she suddenly stopped and turned to me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, a smirk on her face.
I hesitated for a moment before confessing my attraction to her. To my surprise, she smiled and stepped closer to me. “I’ve been watching you too,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
Before I knew it, her hands were on my chest, and we were kissing. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the heat between us. She pulled away, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Take off your pants,” she commanded.
I did as she said, and she knelt down in front of me, her eyes locked on my cock. She licked her lips before wrapping them around me, taking me deep into her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me, her tongue swirling around my shaft.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
She climbed onto the yoga mat, positioning herself on all fours. I positioned myself behind her, my cock pressing against her yoga pants. She moaned as I rubbed against her, her pussy wet and ready for me.
She reached back and pulled her yoga pants to the side, revealing her bare pussy. I didn’t hesitate, plunging into her with a groan. She was tight and wet, and I couldn’t help but thrust into her harder and harder.
She moaned with each thrust, her pussy clenching around me. I could feel myself getting close, and I reached around to play with her clit. She cried out as I rubbed her, her pussy tightening around me.
With one final thrust, I came inside her, filling her with my cum. She moaned, her pussy milking every last drop from me.
We collapsed onto the mat, our bodies spent and satisfied. “That was amazing,” she whispered, her head resting on my chest.
I couldn’t agree more. The yoga session may have been unconventional, but it was one I would never forget.
