It was a hot summer afternoon when I first saw her at the local yoga studio. She was wearing tight, stretchy yoga pants that clung to her every curve, and I couldn’t help but stare. I noticed a small patch of dark hair peeking out from the top of her pants, and I felt my cock stir in my own tight shorts.
I tried to focus on my own practice, but my mind kept wandering back to her. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to run my fingers through that patch of hair, to feel the warmth of her pussy through the fabric of her pants.
After class, I mustered up the courage to approach her. “Hi, I’m Jake,” I said, extending my hand. “I couldn’t help but notice you in class. You were amazing.”
She smiled and shook my hand. “Thanks, I’m Rachel. I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I’m new to the area,” I explained. “I just moved here a few weeks ago.”
“Well, I’m glad you decided to come to class,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe we can grab a coffee sometime and you can tell me more about yourself.”
I couldn’t believe it. She wanted to go out with me. I eagerly agreed, and we made plans to meet the following day.
The next day, we met at a small coffee shop and hit it off immediately. We talked for hours, and I couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to her. She was smart, funny, and beautiful.
As the afternoon wore on, I could feel the sexual tension between us growing. I couldn’t help but stare at her yoga pants, imagining what it would be like to touch her pussy through the fabric.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in and kissed her, my hands instinctively reaching for her ass. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her cheeks, pulling her close to me.
We broke apart, both of us breathless. “Let’s go back to my place,” she whispered, her eyes filled with desire.
As soon as we got to her apartment, we tore off each other’s clothes. I couldn’t believe how wet she was, her pussy glistening with desire. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, feeling her wetness coat my fingers.
She moaned as I slid a finger inside of her, her muscles clenching around me. I added a second finger, fucking her slowly as she writhed beneath me.
“Fuck me, Jake,” she begged, her eyes filled with need. “I want to feel your cock inside of me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of my cock. She moaned as I slowly pushed inside of her, her pussy stretching to accommodate me.
I started to thrust, slowly at first, then faster and harder as she begged for more. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her moans growing louder and louder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her fingers digging into my back. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I thrust deeper and deeper inside of her. She moaned as she felt me throbbing inside of her, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my cock.
We lay there, spent and satisfied, our bodies slick with sweat. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, how amazing the sex had been.
“That was incredible,” she whispered, her eyes filled with happiness.
I couldn’t agree more. I had found my yoga pants whisperer, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
