When the lavender diffuser started to fill the room, I knew it was almost time.
Deep squat was the pose of the day, and I like to teach by example always, especially for my most devout student.
People began trickling out the door and down the stairs at the class’ conclusion. The room remained humid and warm from all of the prior movement. He didn’t even pretend to pack up. He got up and closed the door.
He had more confidence this time, which turned me on even more. A heat began to build, incomparable to the already scorching yoga room. I was soaking wet. Everywhere.
He wanted to go over the pose of the day. He needed me to demonstrate my deep squat, also known as malasana. As I assumed the pose, he gradually stood closer to me. His dick visibly rock hard under his shorts. I touched it. I couldn’t stop.
He took off his yoga shorts and I immediately put his dick in my mouth. I moved my tongue around the tip and locked eyes with him as I continued holding my malasana. He gasped and almost came, but waited instead. He wanted me to undress and show him malasana again, but this time while he laid on his mat.
I mean after all, I’m here to teach and be a stewardess to my student. I’m entranced. He laid down on his mat, his dick erect and throbbing. He watched as I peeled my yoga pants off and removed my sports bra. My tits sat perky and alert. I throbbed for him.
Unexpectedly, I performed my deep squat directly over him, allowing him to enter me immediately. The position pushed him so deep inside of me that I yelled out. He quieted me, and we stopped for a second to make sure no one heard.
Once in the clear, I rode him up and down, over and over as my juices ran down his dick. He placed his fingers on my bean and rubbed as I grinded. He felt even better than last time and I came almost immediately. And then once more.
He lifted me off of him and moved me onto my hands and knees. Before I even realized the new position, he was in me. My tits bounced back and forth and with each thrust he pushed a little harder into me. Faster. I couldn’t hold in my moaning any longer. I just hoped no one downstairs could hear us.
When he finally reached orgasm, he exploded everywhere. All over my back and into my hair, which was pulled back into a bun. It dripped down my torso and to the floor.
I realized after we cleaned up and left that he didn’t even have a chance to practice his malasana. I definitely owe him a private lesson soon to make up for it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mylba0/the_day_i_met_the_student_part_2_yoga_teacher
Short and sweet. ?