It was a hot summer day when I first saw her. She was walking down the street, her toned legs encased in a pair of tight, black yoga pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I owned a small coffee shop on the corner, and I watched as she approached. She glanced at the sign, a small smile playing on her lips. I couldn’t help but stare as she walked through the door, her perfect ass swaying with each step.
She ordered a latte and we made small talk. Her name was Sarah, she was new in town and was looking for a place to take yoga classes. I told her about the studio down the street and she thanked me, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.
Over the next few weeks, Sarah became a regular at the coffee shop. We would talk and laugh, our connection growing stronger with each visit. I found myself looking forward to her visits, my heart racing every time she walked through the door.
One day, as she was leaving, she turned to me and asked if I wanted to join her for a yoga class. I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of seeing her in her yoga pants was too much to resist. I agreed.
The class was intense, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Sarah. She was graceful and strong, her body moving with ease as she flowed from one pose to the next. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass, encased in those tight, black pants.
After class, we went back to my place. I offered her a drink and she accepted. We sat on the couch, our bodies close, the tension between us palpable.
I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss. She moaned softly, her body pressing against mine. I ran my hands down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her yoga pants.
I pulled her closer, my hands gripping her ass as I deepened the kiss. She moaned louder, her hands running through my hair. I could feel her desire, her need for me.
I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck. I nibbled on her earlobe, her breath hitching as I did. I moved lower, my lips on her collarbone, her chest. I could feel her heart racing, her breasts heaving with each breath.
I reached behind her, my fingers finding the waistband of her yoga pants. I pulled them down, revealing her perfect ass. I couldn’t help but stare, my cock growing hard in my shorts.
I leaned in, my tongue tracing a path from her ass to her pussy. She moaned louder, her hips grinding against my face. I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of her.
I could feel her getting closer, her moans growing louder. I slid a finger inside her, her pussy clenching around me. I added another, her moans growing louder as I fucked her with my fingers.
She came hard, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I licked her clean, her taste sweet on my tongue.
I stood up, my cock straining against my shorts. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. I pulled my shorts down, my cock springing free.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around my cock. She stroked me, her hand moving up and down my shaft. I moaned, my head falling back as she worked me.
She leaned in, her tongue tracing a path from the tip of my cock to the base. She took me in her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft. She sucked and licked, her tongue exploring every inch of me.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled her up, my lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to the bedroom, my cock pressed against her pussy.
I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers. I entered her slowly, her pussy tight and wet around me. She moaned, her hips meeting mine as I thrust deeper.
I fucked her hard, our bodies moving together in a rhythm of pleasure. She moaned louder, her nails digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around me.
I came hard, my cock pulsing inside her. She moaned, her pussy milking every drop from me.
We lay there, our bodies spent and satisfied. The allure of yoga pants had brought us together, and I knew that this was just the beginning.
