It was a hot summer day when I first saw her in the local yoga studio. She was wearing tight yoga pants that revealed the outline of her ass and a tattoo of a lotus flower on her lower back. Her name was Sienna, a 25-year-old fitness enthusiast, and she had just moved to town.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I watched her bend and stretch, her pants clinging to her curves. I could see the sweat glistening on her skin, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to touch her.
After class, I approached her and struck up a conversation. We quickly realized that we had a lot in common and decided to grab a drink together. We talked and laughed for hours, and I could feel the chemistry between us growing stronger.
As the night went on, I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I leaned in and kissed her, and she responded eagerly, her tongue exploring my mouth.
We went back to my place, and I couldn’t wait to get her out of those yoga pants. I slowly peeled them off, revealing her smooth, toned legs and the wetness between them.
I started by kissing her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making my way down to her nipples. I sucked and pinched them, feeling them harden under my touch.
She moaned as I moved my hand between her legs, feeling her wetness and rubbing her clit. She was already so turned on, and I hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
