I’m back: Sex with the yoga instructor [m/f]

Some of you might remember me. I posted under a different ironman name up until recently. I deleted my account, because it got hacked. Some of the stories I posted over the last couple of years are gone forever from reddit, so I figured I would come back and start posting some old ones to make sure they aren't lost. I will post new stories as well when I have a chance. (New Stories Will Come I Promise). Here is an old one. Hope you enjoy:

Like I've said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I'm generally considered a really good-looking guy (used to model, 6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.

I used to live in these really cool old industrial lofts in the downtown area of my city not too long after I graduated college. These lofts weren’t apartments with faux loft aesthetics. It was actually an old industrial factory that was turned into lofts. To this day it is the coolest place I’ve ever lived. One great thing about having a cool place is that girls typically like when guys have a cool place. It isn’t the sole reason why a girl would hookup with a guy, but it doesn’t hurt. That was one thing I didn’t experience much while I lived there though. I had a girlfriend almost the entire time. For those of you who have read my past stories it may not seem like having a girlfriend would matter to me, but it does. Even though I have had a wild sex life and have a really high sex drive I am not a cheater. However, one of my neighbors that lived in my lofts really tested my willpower.

Rewind to when I was moving into my loft. It had been a really long hot summer day of moving all of my stuff from my old apartment to this new place. My dad helped me move and we were both exhausted. I walked out to his truck with him and said goodbye. As I was walking back I noticed a blonde girl standing outside of her apartment playing with her dog. She saw me walking up and said, “Hey, did you just move in?” I responded, “ Yeah, I did. I’m exhausted.” I probably didn’t need to say that since it was obvious from my sweat covered body and demeanor. She asked me what my name was and she told me hers was Elizabeth. She told me she had lived there for a couple of years. I told her I was going to head inside and cool off. She said, “Okay, well don’t be a stranger.” I noticed her kind of looking me up and down/flirting with me a little bit. She was a very attractive girl. She was about 5’4”, in good shape (imagine a yoga body, she was actually a yoga instructor), C cup tits, nice bubbly ass, big beautiful green eyes and she kind of reminded me of Elizabeth Olsen in the face.

I went inside and took a shower to cool off. My girlfriend Molly came over that night to check out my new place. I had been dating Molly for about three months. Things were going fairly well, but we definitely had problems at times. She was very insecure and was always afraid I was cheating on her. I made the mistake of being very honest about my past. I told her that I had slept around quite a bit, but that I had never cheated on anyone. That obviously isn’t always easy to believe for the person hearing that information. Her jealousy would end up causing tension and fights between us. She was a really cool girl though, so I figured it was worth trying to work through and maybe she would eventually come around. I had been living at my new place for a couple of weeks when I saw Elizabeth again. She was walking into the parking garage as I was walking out of it. She said, “Hey there, blue is really your color. Looking good.” I was wearing a blue shirt at the time. I said, “Thanks” and gave a big smile. She was blatantly flirting with me now. If I were single I would have been all over it. I would have made some remark back and tried to escalate the situation. I couldn’t though. I couldn’t do that to Molly. It just isn’t the way I want to live my life. I kept walking and went into my apartment. I tried to put the little flirtation out of my head. I didn’t want to think about it too much and start fantasizing about her. Doing that would make it harder to resist in real life in the future.

Another week or so goes by before I encountered Elizabeth again. I got home from work one afternoon and she was out in the courtyard in front of her apartment washing her dog. She looked amazing. She had on a little tank top with tiny athletic shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. She asked how I was doing and we entered into some small talk conversation. After a few minutes she asked me if I had any plans. She asked if I wanted to come in and have a glass of wine. I hesitated before telling her that I had some work to catch up on and that maybe we could do it another time. I didn’t really have any work to catch up on. I just knew it was a terrible idea to go into her apartment and start drinking. I have a lot of willpower, but not that much.

I went inside my place and clasped my hands behind my head and looked up at the sky wondering why I couldn’t just be a bastard and be okay with it. If that were the case I could walk back out into that courtyard and grab Elizabeth. I’d take her in her apartment, pour some wine, have a couple of drinks, and lick every inch of her body. That wasn’t the case though. Molly came over that night and I fucked her with some kind of strange fury. I wasn’t thinking about Elizabeth, but something about the tension with the entire situation fueled me. I was frustrated in some sort of weird twisted way. I was taking all of that tension out on Molly and it made for some really hot sex.

Fast forward a few days or so. Molly and I were getting back to my place late one night and we ran into Elizabeth. Elizabeth saw me with Molly and she didn’t even say anything to me. She looked at me and gave a half smile, but there was no cheerful friendly greeting like she normally gives. We headed inside my apartment and Molly asked, “Did you know that girl?” I said, “What girl?” I obviously knew what girl, but I didn’t want her to know I immediately knew the girl she was referring to. She looked at me sideways and said, “The girl we just walked past.” I said, “Oh, yeah she lives a few places down. We’ve said hello before and she introduced herself, but that’s about it.” Molly responded, “She just looked at you weird.” I said, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe she was drunk or something.” I knew she was jealous, because the girl was attractive. Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have even asked about her.

I saw Elizabeth a couple of days later. She was sitting outside of her apartment in a chair drinking tea and taking in the sun. She saw me and said hello, but much less enthusiastically than before. I stopped and made small talk with her for a couple of minutes. I could tell something was on her mind. She finally brought it up. She asked, “So, was that girl you were with the other night your girlfriend?” I said, “yeah it was.” She said, “Oh. That’s cool. I didn’t know you had one. She’s pretty.” I didn’t really know what to say to that. I just said thanks and left it at that. We moved on from that and talked a minute or so more before I headed in. She was definitely jealous and obviously interested in me in some capacity. I didn’t really know how to feel about that, but I tried to put it out of my head.

A few months went by and Elizabeth ended up getting back to her flirtatious ways. I guess she came to terms with the fact that I had a girlfriend and didn’t really care.

Around that time Molly found out that she got into grad school in another state. We talked for a very long time about what we were going to do. I wasn’t going to quit my job and move. I was in too good of a position and it just wasn’t a smart move. We talked about doing a long distance thing, but we decided that would not work. Eventually we just came to the conclusion that there was no way around it. We were going to have to break up. It was weird, because she was still going to be around for a couple of more months, but we decided it would be best to end things then since they were going to have to end in two months regardless. We figured it would only make things harder the longer we stayed together.

I was pretty upset about the whole thing, but I knew I would get over it. I saw Elizabeth a couple of times over the span of a week or two, but didn’t mention it to her. I was too depressed to want to mention it to her, because I knew it would open up a whole new dynamic between the two of us. The next time I saw her, which was a few weeks later, she asked how my girlfriend was doing. I told her we broke up recently. She got a huge smile on her face. She said, “really?” I said, “yeah.” She immediately asked me what I was doing the next night. I told her I had no plans. It had been a few weeks and I felt like I was getting through the whole post-breakup depression. She asked if I wanted to go to a party with her. She said it was a work friend and that she didn’t really want to go alone. I said, “sure.”

The next night arrives and we head out to the party. She looked amazing. I didn’t see her dressed up with makeup and everything too often, but she radiated when she did. We get to the party and it was kind of lame. She was being very flirtatious all night and I was being flirtatious back. After a few drinks we couldn’t really keep our hands off of each other. She had on a little black dress and I kept trying to slide my hand up the back of it to grab her ass, but she would slap my hand away playfully. After we were at the party for about an hour she said she needed to use the restroom. I wandered over into the hallway near the restroom, because I really didn’t want to talk to any of the people that were there. It really just wasn’t my crowd.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom and stopped in the hallway and began talking to me. I reached up and slide my hand under her dress and grabbed her ass. She jumped back and started laughing. She said, “you are bad.” She grabbed my hand and said, “come here.” I said, “am I being punished?” She was leading me back towards the bathroom.

We walk into the bathroom and she closed the door behind us. We started kissing intensely. She said, “Someone will come soon. We can’t be in here long. I want you to fuck me.” I was slightly taken aback. I kind of knew something would happen, but this was all playing out in a very interesting manner. She turned to face the mirror above the sink and placed her forearms on the sink and bent over. I lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. Her ass looked amazing just as I had imagined all those times. I could see her gazing back at me through the reflection in the mirror. She looked so seductive and like she couldn’t wait for me to be inside her. My cock was already rock hard. I reached down and felt her pussy with my fingers and it was soaking wet. I aligned my cock and slid it in her pussy from behind. I slid slowly in and out of her. I watched every inch of my cock fill her up. I started moving faster in and out of her. I could see in the reflection of the mirror that she was biting her lip as she moaned. I knew that we couldn’t be in there long, so I really picked up the pace and started fucking her hard. As I slammed my cock in and out of her she laid her head down on the sink and arched her back more, completely giving in to the pleasure and providing the perfect angle for our fucking. She was moaning loud and began covering her mouth with her hand to try to muffle the sounds.

After about five more minutes of fucking with every ounce of energy I had I began to get close. The pace at which we were moving combined with the thrill of a party going on right outside the door was a major turn on. I said to her, “I’m about to cum.” She said in a breathy voice, “Cum in me.” Not even a few seconds later I started shooting stream after stream of cum in her pussy. I was still inside her for a couple of seconds after I shot out my last stream. I slowly slid my cock out of her and watched as a little bit of cum ran down her pussy lips. She stood there frozen and bent over with her head on the sink for a few moments catching her breath. She finally stood up straight and pulled her panties up. She turned and looked at me and said, “Wow.” She inched closer to me and we kissed before heading back out into the party. We hung out there for about another hour and a half. The whole time I kept thinking about how sexy it was that she was walking around the party with my cum in her. No one knew that we had just fucked in the bathroom and it was our dirty secret.

We left the party and got in my car to head home. When we got in the car she told me how much the whole scene in the bathroom turned her on. She started rubbing my cock before unzipping my pants and pulling it out. As we were headed down the road she leaned over the console and took my cock into her mouth. It was only a few seconds before I was completely rock hard. I missed my girlfriend, but I wasn’t completely unhappy that things worked out the way they did. My fantasies about Elizabeth didn’t live up to the real thing. She was much more sexual than I had imagined and she was a lot of fun to be around. She kept a steady pace of sucking up and down on my cock occasionally focusing solely on the head winding her tongue around it slowly before plunging back down on it again. It took major mind control and focus to not drive off the road. I was staring straight ahead and trying to enjoy what she was doing as much as humanly possible.

We got back to the parking garage and I turn the car off. I leaned back and she continued to suck my cock. She didn’t seem like she wanted to stop. I said, “do you want to head inside?” She went up and down on my cock a few more times before stopping and gasping for air and responding, “yeah.” We decided to go to my place. As soon as we entered she took her dress off and started taking off her bra and panties. I took off my shirt and she pushed me back onto the couch. She took my pants and boxer-briefs off and knelt down between my knees and took my cock back in her mouth. She sucked intensely. This was the first time I had seen her completely naked and I wasn't disappointed at all. Her tits were much perkier than I had imagined. Like I said she was a yoga instructor, so her body was strong yet still lean and feminine. She got up from the floor and straddled me on the couch. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her pussy, slowly lowering herself down onto it. She moved slowly up and down on me as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I placed my hands on her breasts and played with her nipples as we fucked. We moved in this sort of slow motion sexual dance for what seemed like forever, but was probably really about fifteen minutes. She slid off of me and said, “I want you to fuck me hard.” The contrast in what she wanted from me within moments of each other really turned me on for some reason. She wanted slow and sensual, but also wanted raw animalistic sex.

I flipped her over onto her back on the couch. I slid my cock in her and placed her legs up over my shoulders. I started slamming into her hard and deep. She screamed out, “Oh god, fuck me hard baby! Fuck me!” The look on her face was a mixture of bliss and seduction. She looked so sweet yet so dirty and sexual at the same time. Her body looked amazing even from this precarious position. I was trying to give her everything she wanted. I was fucking her as hard as I absolutely could. Every muscle in my body was at work slamming against her petite frame. Sweat began pouring from me. She was rubbing her clit as my cock slid long and hard in and out of her. After a while she began screaming louder and louder before bursting into an orgasm. She was yelling out, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Her muscles tensed up and she grabbed my arm and squeezed it as hard as she could, slightly digging her nails in. I wasn’t far off from losing it too. She could tell I was close, because my pace somehow picked up even faster and I was moaning more and more. She blurted out, “Cum on my face.” Not even a minute later I felt it coming on and I pulled my cock out of her throbbing wet pussy, leaned up and watched as cum started shooting from my cock all over her face. The last stream hit her chin and slid down her neck. She arched her neck back and smiled and just sat on the couch while we both recovered.

I only lived in that place for a couple of more months, because my lease was up and they were jacking the rent up quite a bit. I continued to hangout and have sex with Elizabeth for those two months, but things began trailing off after I moved away. It turns out she was also someone who was extremely jealous. She was way more jealous than Molly ever was. She wanted to be together, but there were just warning signs that a relationship with her would be bad news. It was best kept as a fun short-term hookup thing.

Also, if you are a female and live near me you should send me a message. Might be a long shot, but would be cool/interesting to have sex with someone that enjoys my stories and then becomes a story haha

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3sm8sp/im_back_sex_with_the_yoga_instructor_mf