I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months now. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous to feel embarrassed as a 32 year old guy attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveal some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charting for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.
My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my slightly semi-erect cock would clearly appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts.
There were women of many shapes in the classes, most of which I could easily fantasize about. But there was one who stood out. We had never spoke, but she was at every class. She was a natural blonde, her hair always tied up tightly during class. Her bottoms alternated between capri and short cut yoga shorts. My guess is she was always commando. Her top was typically a sports bra, which seemed to fall slightly short of full coverage of her round boobs. She was toned, but not muscular. Her hips moved freely during our practice, which made her round, juicy ass incredibly distracting. I often had to look away from her, so that I did not reveal an eager erection through my skimpy shorts.
When classes ended, most people typically scattered, while a few strayed to speak with the instructor, chat with other classmates, or shower off the layers of sweat. I always stayed and showered after class. It was mostly a meditative type of ritual. There were usually only a couple other guys who would attend, and rarely would they stay after class. It became part of my routine to be a straggler after the 7:30 PM class, and I was often the last person to leave other than the instructor, who would lock the place up as she left.
During one seemingly normal class, the boner-causing girl glanced over at me several times. Was I staring? Did I have a raging hard on? Neither were true. It seemed like she would look me in the eye, then quickly gaze down to my visible penis line, then go back to her poses. It was very distracting, but I tried to stay focused on my practice. Her glances continued, maybe 5 or 6 by the end of the class. I swear her movements seemed more sexual and sensual somehow tonight. Maybe it was my imagination running wild.
The class ended and the typical scattering ensued. Sexy girl stayed, however. She spoke with the instructor and seemed to be asking for feedback on some poses. I decided to stay back and continue stretching. I stayed back and tried to look casual, but I was becoming aroused at this point. The girl positioned herself with her back to me, and bent, twisted, and stretched, giving me all kinds of views of her amazing ass and body. Even her full pussy lips had definition through her grey, right capris. To avoid seeming creepy, I stood up and began heading for the men’s locker room as they wrapped up their mini lesson. As I walked, I heard the instructor asking the girl to lock up, as she had to run out right after class. The girl agreed, and I heard the exchange of clanking keys. It was a cold winter night, and the place seemed quieter at this point, as if nearly everyone had scampered off right after class. Before reaching the door to the locker room, the girl spoke, “Hey, you’re the guy who just started a couple weeks ago, right?”
My heart and brain skipped a beat, then I replied, “Yeah, I’m still new to this yoga thing, everyone here has been very helpful.”
“Well, you have made a lot of progress in a couple weeks,” she said. “I noticed you really looked more flexible today, and seem to be building strength. Keep at it, you’re doing great.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “It helps to have people like you around, who I can watch, who clearly know what they’re doing.”
With that, she smiled, almost a little flirtatiously, and we both entered our locker rooms.
I took a moment to sit on the bench and gather myself. “Fuck, she’s hot,” I thought to myself, as I looked down to see a massive, throbbing boner in my shorts. I knew I had to relieve this pressure, like now. I knew no other men were here, but I looked around and listened carefully for signs of life before pleasuring myself in the open locker room. Check, no dudes here. I heard the women’s shower flick on as my hand found it’s way down myself. I was nearly certain Sexy Girl was the only other person here. I thought of her sweaty porcelain skin under the water, as well as her curvy, thick, toned legs. And her plump but firm looking tits. I wondered what her nipples looked like. And what her pubic situation was like. I’d guess cleanly shaven or some kind of cute landing strip. I flopped my cock out of my shorts, and started stroking with the image of her in mind. There was no fucking around here, I had to get this nut out now. I spread my legs, kept stroking and felt the familiar pulsing, creeping sensation shoot up my groin. I would normally never ejaculate in a public place, but the moment overtook my best judgement, and my cum shot out in multiple streams. It hit the floor audibly, and I felt immediate relief. I was mentally tracking where I deposited my stuff, so I can clean it up later, when I heard the shower abruptly stop. I heard a muffled, “Jesus Christ, again?” It was the girl. She was pissed about something. Anyways, I laid back on the bench, stretching my back. I breathed deeply and tried to center myself before showering and cleaning up.
I must have wandered into a meditative state, because I shuttered when I heard her voice. “Hey are you in here?” She knocked gently, while I heard her footsteps creep through the door to the men’s locker room.
“The women’s shower is shit, and I really need to clean up before work,” she explained. “Do you mind if I shower in here? I can be quick.”
I tried to find words, but just heard her footsteps get closer. “Uh, yeah, gimme a minute,” I uttered. “I can clear out so you can…”
I was too late. She looked down at the scene of me sprawled on the bench, clearly disheveled. My shorts, diagonally pulled down, with my still semi-erect cock out for her to see. She very well may be standing in my cum, when she says, “Huh, looks like you’ve been having fun.”
I freeze.
“Well, you look relaxed and peaceful, I’ll give you that,” she said. “God, I could use some relief, too,” she pondered.
She raised an eyebrow, smirked, and said, “We’re both adults here, right? I’ve noticed the way you’ve looked at me,” she shared. “Clearly, we’ve already crossed a boundary. And clearly, we both have sexual tension in our bodies. What do you say we conserve some hot water and shower together?” She asked. “You can show me some of your hand skills that helped you erupt all over the floor.”
I sit up and study her. She has pale blue eyes, and is perfectly proportioned everywhere. I now realize that she walked over in a white towel. There’s a small gap where the towel doesn’t reach around her fully, and I can see the silhouettes of her round breast, belly, hips, and down her leg. Up close, I can now see that her lips are full, and I imagine them surrounding my hard cock.
“If you insist.” I reply. I turn on my own mischievous face. “I’m all warmed up now, do you really think you can handle these?” I ask as I hold up my hands, exaggerating their significance.
“If not, you have a mouth and tongue.” She quipped. With that, she started over to the shower area, which was partially open to the rest of the room. There were three shower heads lining the wall, with benches on either side for towels and shower caddies.
“Shit, I forgot my shower caddy with my soap and everything. Can I borrow yours?” I gladly hand over my caddy. I’m thankful now that I’m a man who uses quality self care items, as I can feel good about the things I’m handing over. “I’ll meet you in there, slugger,” she said as she finally went over to the shower area.
“Holy fuck,” I said out loud to myself, along with other related statements of shock, panic, and elation. I gathered myself as much as I could, and decided that first I need to pee. I can’t walk into this fantasy situation feeling like I have to pee. So, I grab a towel, and head over to the urinal. I relax as much as I can, to fully empty my bladder. I notice that through a series of mirrors. I can see a sliver of the shower area. Enough to see how stunning she is. Her hip to ass ratio looks more exaggerated than before. And is that a tattoo on her side? I shake a few times and go to wash my hands. With clean hands, I splash cold water on my face, and look myself in the mirror. My inner voice encourages, “Go get it, motherfucker.”
I strut over to the shower area, still in my shorts from class. I can feel the testosterone pulsing in my veins as I approach. I have gratitude that I got the first nut out of the way; the sight of this woman alone is enough to cause an early eruption. She is facing the shower head, the water hitting her chest. My view is her perfectly round ass. I feel my masculine energy pulsating to my middle. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles.
“Here, you can help wash me first,” she says, handing me my bottle of body wash. She then turns to face me, and looks down at my crotch. She bends over and seductively pulls down my tight, sweaty shorts, revealing my growing cock. I’m not fully erect yet, but enough to cause it to bounce as the waistband slides by. She stands, looks down, bites her lip, and gives my hard one a playful squeeze. “That’ll do,” she chimes as she turned back around and faced the pouring water.
Behind her, with a couple inches of separation, I start at her neck and shoulders. I work a lather and run the bottom of her hairline, making strokes down to her shoulders. We have space between us, but my hard cock is now firmly poking between her legs. I fight the urge grind into her and devour her. Her tension visibly releases as I massage her from behind, and I work my way over her entire body, from fingertip to her feet. I raise her arms in the air, and glide the soapy lather from her fingertips to her arm pits. It feels very intimate to be soaping this strange woman’s armpits, but I happen to know this is a very underrated erogenous zone. It pays off, as she softly moans while I slide down her arm, onto her chest, and cup her perfect breasts. They are just more than a handful, and I notice the left is slightly larger, but they are still ridiculously symmetrical. Circling her nipples, I lean in and softly ask, “How’s this?”
“Keep going and I’ll let you know,” she replies. I obeyed. Next was her belly, her soft, sensual belly. I circled the two small moles on her abdomen, and leaned in again to nibble her neck. By now, she was moaning deeply and her eyes were closed. My hands grazed by her waistline, when I decided to change course. I teased her now clearly wet pussy with a soft passing touch, while I made my way to her feet and calves. Her legs were strong, but feminine. I lathered and made long strokes from her heel to her waistline, ever so teasingly grazing by her swelling lips. I made my way to her ass, which deserves it’s own, special attention.
With both hands full, I squeezed her ass cheeks, and couldn’t help but to lean in and give a little bite. She jumped a little, looked back and smirked, and I continued lathering her glorious ass. Her tight button of a butthole peeked at me while I rubbed. My inner dialogue debated, “Uh, bro, you just met this chick and your gonna soap up her butthole? WTF?” On the other hand, “We’ve already gone beyond any social norms here. What the hell, give it a little tickle and see how she responds.” I went with the latter. With a new handful of soap, I lathered and cupped beneath her cheeks, rubbed the base of her labia, then back to her hole. Circling gently, she exhaled and let out a lower-pitched groan than I had heard before. I kept at it for a short while, pressing and circling her asshole, but not going in. She gyrated her hips, moaned and exhaled more intensely. It was time to make her squirm.
I stood, spun her around by her hips, and kissed her deeply. I had forgotten how blue her eyes were. And her full and tempting lips. I fantasized about those lips at the base of my cock, while she looked up with those big, blue eyes. I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her in tightly. I could feel her sexual tension building, and needing release, just how I was about 30 minutes ago, all alone in this locker room. My hands travelled to her perky tits, south to her waistline, and further to outline her pussy lips. Circling inward, I made my way to her clit. It was swollen and eager. I rubbed this way and that, reading her cues for her sweet spot. I found it. Her hand grasped mine, begging for more pressure. I vibrated my fingers on her sweet spot, faster, harder, while her breathing became more and more intense. She let out a loud “Ohhhh,” inhale, “Uhhhhhh.” The moans and pleasure shrieks filled the hallow locker room. “Ahhh uhhh I’m coming!” Her orgasm powerfully erupted from her core.
I gently stoked her arms while she came back to Earth. She looked at me with yearning eyes, and I teased, “How am I doing so far?” Before she could respond, I dropped to my knees, lifted her leg onto the caddy bench, and fully revealed her womanly glory. Diving in, she gasped as I purposefully take her clit in my mouth and suck gently. Then, I circle and cross over her clit with my tongue. I alternate between sucking and licking, and change paces as I go. While my mouth is at work, my hands are firmly grabbing her magnificent ass, with an occasional ass slap. She is moaning and groaning again now, her breathing speeding up. To my surprise, while I’m squeezing her ass cheek, she guides fingers to her asshole. She guides my finger up and down, and between heavy breaths, begs, “In,” she gasps, “My ass.”
I slide my index finger slowly into her tightest hole, aided by the lathery soap. I continue licking and sucking her clit and lips while now fingering her asshole, too. Oh.” Gasp. “Fuck!” Groan. “Fuck!” Her second orgasm was more epic than the first. Her legs quivered intensely, and she screamed out her pleasure. I felt her clit expand and then contract in my mouth, while at the same time, her rectum tightened around my finger, then relaxed again. She came. And she came hard. I dismounted my face and finger, and gave her a moment to catch her breath.
Once she regained her breath, her lusty eyes peered into mine, and she grabbed my cock in one hand, balls in the other, and she did so with purpose. She steered me under the steamy water, it was clear it was my turn to be serviced. The lead hand stroked and twisted, while the other fondled and teased. She kissed me, more gently than when I kissed her. She pressed her suds covered body into mine. Her full tits pressed into me. Taking a few drops of soap, along with the existing suds left on her, she made long strokes from my back to my butt, teasing my ears and nipples along the way.
Then she replicated my move on her, and she dropped to her knees to lather my calves, thighs, and upwards. Her long, intentional strokes had a sensual urgency to them. I felt my sexual energy channeling to my midsection as she worked. She reached my ass, and brought her face closer to my pulsing cock. Her fingers lightly grazed the inside of my crack, teasing my asshole. Her tongue reached out and made a long stroke along my shaft. She looked up and smiled, then licked her way down to my balls, which she licked and teased. “I want to be in your mouth,” I utter without thinking. She looked up with concern for the first time. She says, “I’m sorry, but I can’t take your big cock in my mouth. I have lock jaw, and we don’t need paramedics showing up.” The mood was paused for a moment. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll get yours.”
She shifted herself, shifted me, and cupped her wet, soapy boobs, and lowered them onto my aching member. Surrounding my hard one, she pressed her tits together, creating a tight, slippery hole for me to fuck. This was not what I was expecting, but it was thrilling nonetheless. Her body moved up and down to please me. She’d reach her tongue out to swirl the tip of my head when I’d thrust forward.
Then another surprise twist. She lifts herself up, no words or looks, and bends herself in half, exposing her beautiful ass to me. I take as many mental pictures as humanly possible. I assume I’m going to fuck her from behind, but who knows what the fuck she’s up to. Bent over, she reaches her hand between her legs, grabs my desperate cock, and places it firmly between her thighs, right below her pussy lips. I know better than to question anything. She pulls her hand back, and tightens her strong, delicious thighs around my aching cock. The suction and tension she creates with her legs is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Aided by slippery soap, I pump into her firmly. Fuck, this feels amazing. My caveman brain is mesmerized by the rippling of her ass. I thrust, and thrust some more. I realize I’m pounding her with all my strength, more force than could ever be pounded into a vagina. Her strength is evident, as she continues to squeeze her legs and leverage my pounding with ease. I’m nearly there. “Fuck!” “Holy fuck what are you doing to me!” I exclaim.
To finish me, she spun back around, got on her knees, and began jerking me furiously. As my precum predicted what was next, she aimed my exhausted, desperate cock directly at her face. While I felt my blow building in my belly, she licked and grazed my tip across her face. My loads came in force, several of them. The fist shot straight into her mouth, followed by her cheeks and neck. As I finished, she looked up at me, my cum dripping out of her mouth, and off of her face in streams. She licked her lips and smiled.
She stood up, and we looked at each other, still gasping, with no words. We finished washing ourselves side by side at different shower heads. Still catching our breath.
We turned off the water, and she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself. I was still naked, dripping, confused, exhausted, grateful. She approached me and we embraced for a long, firm hug. She pulled back, smiled once more, and walked back to her locker room.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f05mdm/the_yoga_goddess_mf_intense_sensual_casual
gaaaaaaah finally a good goddamn adult story lol thaaaaaaaank you hahah
I really want to experience this and I also want to suck his dick
Perfection ??