My Sexy Yoga Class: A Reddit [SUCCESS] Story [mf]

To be honest, when I made my first r4r post about a sexy yoga class, I didn’t think we’d actually do any yoga. Maybe the interested girl would wear some yoga pants, maybe we’d joke around and I’d have her bend over, that’s about it. But I clearly touched on something for Veronica, and she was very intent on playing out the fantasy I had outlined.

You can check my post history, but the r4r post basically advertises that I’m a certified yoga teacher who’s interested in playing out some of the more uncouth ideas I have during class. Veronica messaged me, told me she has a very similar fantasy, and that she’d love to explore it with me. We chatted for a little while, moved to kik, and exchanged pictures. She’s 23, pale skinned, and partially thanks to yoga, has a wonderful, petite body. A flat stomach, cute round ass, and A cup breasts. Long brown hair and this big smile that’s a delight to see, especially when she laughs. She explained that she was finishing her undergrad in DC this fall, and was moving away soon, so she wanted to do something ‘crazy’. That she had never really had the chance to, thanks to her fear of being recognized by someone in one of her classes or at her internship. Of course, I was happy to help.

For the record, I’m 30 years old, 5’10 and athletic, covered in tattoos and body hair. A dense beard, olive skin, short black hair, and brown eyes all thanks to my Italian heritage.

We texted quite a bit over the course of that week, traded cooking pictures, etc. Once we got on the topic of yoga, we didn’t really leave. Turns out, our fantasies were two sides of the same coin. She always feels so vulnerable during a yoga class, having her body in such compromising positions and in such tight clothing, and she’s always wanted some of her teachers to give her the sort of *extra* hands-on assistance that most male instructors shy away from, for obvious reasons. I, on the other hand, would never actually do anything untoward during an actual class, but I frequently daydream about taking advantage of said compromising positions and tight clothing, not to mention the whole teacher/student dynamic. Our conversation got lascivious and we were counting down the days until we could meet.

This past friday, we finally did. We decided to go out first to make sure no one was a serial killer, and had two drinks each. I’ve taught ‘normal’ classes before, but nothing like this, so the alcohol helped the conversation flow and, once we got back to my house, made the porno-esque situation a little easier to handle. Plus, the kiss and the light fondling we shared outside of the bar helped diffuse the situation quite a bit. I led her to my loft on the top floor, and let her choose from a couple mats I have, as well as provided her with a couple blocks and even a blanket. I wasn’t sure how far we would get into the class, but I figured I’d just use one of my go-to sequences and improvise where it felt right. I went to go change into gym shorts from my jeans, and I took off my henley to reveal just a tank top. She pulled off her baggy sweater to reveal a tight light blue tank top with, judging by her already hard nipples, appeared to be no bra. She was wearing a pair of grey yoga pants, too, and to her credit, only blushed slightly as I eye fucked her.

I started it off like any other class, but with my single-pointed focus on her and her alone. I led her through the warm up section and the sun salutations without much physical interaction. I generally don’t provide hands-on assistance, especially with women, because I don’t want to get in trouble or cross a line, but in this case, I just wanted us to get comfortable and maybe build a little desire. Once I guided her into the closed hip section, I amped things up a bit. A couple fingers tracing the strength in her back leg during crescent lunge, my hands straightening her waist in warrior one. I began slowing down the connective sequence of plank to up dog to down dog, standing behind her for most of it. She knew I was staring at her ass and did her best to give me a show, swaying a little bit, sticking it out more than necessary. In downward dog, I ran my palm over her ass and, despite her best efforts to keep her breathing steady, could hear her gasp. I had her remain there as I squeezed it and traced my fingers between her legs over the warmth of her pussy. She muttered, “Fuck,” but I wanted to tease her more. I had her go through the other side of the closed hip sequence, cupping her breasts when I could, tracing the waistline of her yoga pants as she began to wobble a bit. During mountain, I stood behind her and pressed my body into hers so she could feel my bulge on her ass. She smelled a little sweaty, but I love that natural, musky scent of a woman. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the side of her neck, and she shivered. She turned around and kissed me, placing one hand on my chest and stroking my chest hair above the hem of my tank. I suggested that we go to my room, and she agreed.

We left everything set up in the loft as she followed down the stairs in a hurry. I closed the door behind her and kissed her again. I could feel a ferocity in her as she pulled up my shirt, and saw it in her eyes as she ran her hands through the hair on my chest. I helped her out of her shirt and eased her back onto the bed as my mouth attacked her breasts. Her nipples were big erasers between my lips and she moaned as she gripped my head by the hair. I kissed my way up her clavicle and her neck, and she grabbed my ass and grinded herself into me as her tongue explored mine. I repositioned so I could slide a hand between her legs, first over her damp thong. She cursed some more and bit my lip, driving her hips upwards to meet my fingers. I made my way down her body and felt the way her abs clenched against my mouth. I peeled her pants and her thong off in one fell swoop, admiring her toned legs as I kissed her calves. My eyes drifted to her pussy, all bare but for a dark brown landing strip. I left a trail of saliva along her inner thigh and eventually parked my head above her pussy, breathing on it and letting her squirm. God I love that smell.

I kissed around it, probing her smooth lips with my tongue and wrapping my arms around her thighs. She squeezed my hands with hers as I delved into her slick folds, finally getting to taste her. I moaned and slid my tongue in as far as it could go, my nose pressing against her clit. I explored with different speeds, focusing my tongue on different areas around her clit, until I found a combination that made her eyes roll back in her head. Wresting one of my hands away, I traced her slit and pushed a finger in. Then another. She put a hand over her mouth and cursed again as I added a third and found her g spot. Her hips began writhing, trying to get my fingers in just the right spot, but I held off. I let her dictate the movements while I doubled down on her clit. My tongue thrashed against it and she grabbed a pillow to put over her face. Her abs tensed up and I heard her say she was going to cum, so that’s when I began curling my fingers. She howled into the pillow as I felt her pussy contract, her ass raising from the bed as she gushed down my chin and onto my hand. Her face was contorted in ecstasy as she finally came in a silent scream. I let her down easy, pulling my hand out and grabbing at a condom in my bedside drawer.

She looked up at me with dazed eyes as I rolled the condom on and pushed her knees into her chest. The tip of my cock slid up and down her pussy until I began focusing on her clit. I had intended just to tease her, but she was going wild, so I kept at it until she squirted again, this time taking my cock in her fingers and pulling me inside of her. I was not gentle. I fucked her as hard as I could, my hands on the mattress on either side of her head as I pounded into her again and again. No dirty talk, just wet slapping, panting, and the creaking bed as we looked into each other’s eyes. She was almost sneering at me, as if showing me she could take a pounding and make me cum before she busted again. Fuck, that expression was too hot. I knew I couldn’t maintain if she kept at it. I pulled out and grabbed her by the hips to turn her over onto her hands and knees. Again, no pretense of warming up. We were both ready. I lined it up and slammed home, watching as her hands tightened around a ball of bedding. I had both hands on her ass, using them to balance as I thrusted into her relentlessly. Her head dropped to the mattress and her eyes were squinted with intensity as she came again. I pulled out and reached around to rub her clit, feeling her juices all over my fingers. “Fuck I need to ride you,” she panted, and she unsteadily moved to the side to repostion.

I laid down in the wet spot as she climbed on, lowering herself onto my dick. She moved back and forth at first, grinding her clit against my pubic bone and placing her hands on the headboard behind me. I had my hands on her hips and matched her movements until she switched up. She began going up and down, sliding over nearly my entire length, and I knew I was done for. I simply relaxed and let the orgasm wash over me as I emptied into the condom. She slammed home one last time and swiveled her hips, milking me of every last drop. She stayed there for a minute or two, running her hands through my chest hair and playing with one of my nipples as I looked up at her with a glazed grin. She eventually got off of me, cuddled up to me under a sheet and we watched some Netflix before she had to go.

Hopefully, we get to meet up again before she moves. If not, good luck with grad school!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dvymyk/my_sexy_yoga_class_a_reddit_success_story_mf