Hot Yoga with an Angel {MF}

“Hi!” She said with infectious enthusiasm, “I’m Angel.”
 
“I’ll say.” I thought as I introduced myself.
 
“Welcome! Have you ever done Hot Yoga before?” she asked
with the same excitement and an inspecting look up and down my body.
 
“Here and there, but nothing regular,” I offered. “I’ve done
some through the years, and I know most of the moves but haven’t done it in a while.”
 
“I can totally help with anything you need! Do you mind
hands-on guidance?”
 
“Not by you, that is for sure!” I kept that to myself but
said, “Not at all.”
 
Angel is a great teacher. She explains the moves well, is
super flexible, and a master at these contortions. Watching her at the front of
the room, I can take in her entire body. The mirror behind her gives me 360
views of every inch. Muscles flexing, legs splaying, arms reaching, and chest
forward. All her perfect parts are on display for me to drink in. As I get used
to the flow over the next couple of classes, I am in awe of Angel. She is an
absolute beauty. She is that tiny kind of woman that is maybe 5ft and 100lbs
soaking wet. She is not Skinny, Fat, Round, or Short looking, but perfectly
proportional. If you saw her in a picture with no banana for reference, you
would not be able to guess her size. Her hair is straight and cut a bit short
but flows around lightly, and it is enough for her to put up in a short
ponytail. She wears the cutest boy-cut yoga pants that barely cover her tight
bump of an ass. I have strained to see the tell-tale signs of a panty line and
can’t.
 
Her last class for the night only has about 3-5 people in
the studio. It’s a great time for me to learn without being a distraction for
more serious folks. Since I am the new guy, she spends a pleasant amount of
time pulling, pushing, and torquing me through the poses. Her hands are warm
and soft on my skin.
 
This is real work, and we sweat like a pig in 106-degree
heat and high humidity, so I am always shirtless. Straining to get into
down-dog, Angel likes to put a hand on my lower abdomen and the other on the
top of my butt to rotate my hips more toward the sky. In warrior pose, she
leans me back and supports me against her body as she reaches under my arm to
hold my chest, torquing my body around and upright. I feel our hot, bare, and
dripping wet skin against each other. I enjoy how she lingers across my back as
she slowly slides them from my shoulders to the base of my spine and reverses
back up to massage and relax those tight spots. Every one of her touches makes
me want more, and I do all I can to try to focus on the tasks.
 
I am her only student some nights, so I am blessed with her
full attention. She changes the normal flow of those classes and works with me
on my more problematic areas. She models the moves right in front of me, and I
try to concentrate as she spreads her legs open before me for the splits. Angel
will sit in front of me to push my legs open as far as they will go with her
feet to the inside of mine. Holding my hands, she pulls me toward her as she
leans back, willing me to get as close to her pussy as possible. I try so hard,
but I never make it past 45 degrees, caged by the BDSM device of my own body.
She models the Frog as a hip opener, rocking forward and
back three feet from my face. I can see through the dampness of the boy shorts
every bit of that glorious pussy as the fabric of those tiny shorts strains and
pulls into her slit. I confirm to myself there are no panties. All this has me
drooling for my face in that pussy.
 
Bulges come and go, and the constant leaking fluid in my
tight compression briefs mixes with the sweat. She wears the tiniest thin tops
with no padding, and I can see her small b-cup tits ghosted behind wet Lycra
and hard nipples straining against that tight fabric. I must have looked
entranced as she caught me staring so often but never hinted it wasn’t welcome.
 
Being the last class of the night, she stays with me longer
than the standard hour. The gym closes at 9, and we usually walk out to hit the
showers to an empty building.
 
After a few more traditional classes with other students, I
enter the room this night to find only Angel warming up at the front. Dying to
be alone and practically forcing the door to stay closed with my mind, I lay on
my mat thinking of nothing but fucking her. In her usual attire, she looks
delicious, and my dick is already dripping and filling with blood.
 
“Let’s get started,” Angel demanded.
 
“Yep,” Is all I can muster.
 
“Looks like you have me to yourself. What do you want to
work on tonight,” Angel temps me.
 
I have no idea? I can hardly think with the blood leaving my
brain.
 
“My shoulders are tight, my lower back is sore, and my
hamstrings are like cables.”
 
“Ok, cool, let’s get warmed up first.” She answers.
 
She takes me through the standard beginning of the flow as
she models the moves for me. Her infectious smile keeps me grinning. Her eyes
stay locked with mine as we move in unison. There is a feeling in the air that
is so sexual. My eyes have to watch her body for me to mimic her moves, and I
can’t help my lustful stares. Our breathing is in sync, but I feel my breathing
ragged and caught in my throat. My dick is buzzing with its own heartbeat. I discreetly
adjust the tension in my shorts between the movements. I see her eyes follow my
hand and linger, and then we lock eyes again.
 
“Ok. Let’s get to your needs. I’ll help you with your tight
hamstrings first. Lay down on your back,” Angel orders.
I obey.
 
My sweaty shorts adhere against my body, and I know the outline
of my dick is visible.
 
She stands at my feet. I have a beautiful view of her toned
calves, defined muscular thighs, the thin wet shorts barely covering her pussy.
They are a 3-inch strip across her tiny frame. The top of this napkin of fabric
is hardly a half-inch from the top of her slit. I follow up the V line of her
lower abs. Up the bumps of her glistening 6 pack to the sweat-soaked flimsy
fabric of her tiny pink top showing a shadow of areolas and her nipples poking
against the snug Lycra. Then, I catch myself staring and find her eyes staring
back. A knowing smirk pulls across both our lips.
 
“Lift your right leg,” she orders.
 
Now my shorts are definitely not hiding anything for me as
they pull tighter.
 
“I will hold your leg up. I want you to push your leg into
me for a count of 5. Then relax, and I will push your leg further up.”
 
I do as I’m told. Angel grabs my ankle and rests it on her
shoulder as she stands over my other leg, straddling my knee.
 
“Ok, push against me. One…”
 
I start pushing. She is so light that I move her backward.
 
“Woah! Two…” she says, surprised.
 
She steps into the leg again, Plants one leg behind her,
showing me more of her camel-toed pussy, and readies for the next.
 
“Three. Now harder. Four…”
 
I push hard enough to drive her back again.
 
“Damn, I can’t believe how strong you are. That’s why your
hamstring is so tight. Five. Relax.”
 
She forces my leg forward, and I wince. My leg resists, and
she can’t push any further.
“Inhale,” she tells me. “Exhale…In…Out…In…Out.”
 
I match my inhales to get in sync with hers. She stops
counting but continues breathing slowly. My leg relaxes into her pressure, and
I again feel the strain as she tries to add more force.
 
I think only of wanting more of her touch.
 
“I am too small,” She complained, “Here, let me get down
here.”
 
With that comment, she drops onto my thigh. I instantly feel
her hot pussy on me. She leans her shoulder into the back of my knee with her
face about a foot above my crotch.
 
We keep eye contact.
 
“Ok. Push against me,” Angel instructs. “One..”
 
As I apply force, she steadies herself by dropping more
weight onto my thigh. I feel her totally. The fabric rides deeper into her
folds, and I feel bare skin on each side of it. Her knee brushing against my
balls only heightens my need for her.
 
“Two…”
 
The physical exertion in this hot room has built up a
pouring sweat on us both. Our hot bodies are releasing prodigious amounts of
sweat, pheromones, and I know I catch the aroma of Angel’s juices hot on my
leg. I feel her grind again. My dick pulsed so hard my abs jerked like the
start of an orgasm.
 
“Three. Breathe. Slow…In…Out…In…Out,” reminds Angel.
 
She drops her head. I can see that she is staring straight
at my package. No fabric would hide that fully hard cock.
 
“Four…Breathe…”
 
I push and feel her grind my thigh again and move her hips.
Again my cock pulses, and my abs contract. I catch my breath and breathe
out…In…slowly, raggedly.
 
She knows what is happening.
 
“Five,” I hear her whimper out as I relax into her pressure.
She grinds into me one more time.
 
Cock pulses.
 
She shivers on my leg.
 
We catch each other’s eyes.
 
She stands and drops my leg.
 
“Ok. Left side”
 
“I don’t know how much I more can take,” I say. “That’s
hard.”
 
She responded precisely the answer I wanted.
 
With a smirk and a quick drop of her eyes to my hips, she
says, “It looks like it.”
 
With that, she straddles my other leg. Her head down and
bracing into my thigh, I push. The feel of her pussy on me is overwhelming my
brain. I go through the five counts with my eyes shut, focused on her grinding
on my sweaty thigh, her pussy opening wider as she allows her hips to grind.
Her breathing is slow and controlled, loud enough for me to stay in sync. I
relax and flex my thigh in unison with her as she rides it.
 
“Relax,” she tells me as she pushes forward, lifting herself
from my leg.
“Breathe…In…Out…”
 
I follow hers.
 
“There. Let’s work on your shoulders,” Angel says as she
stands up and moves to straddle my torso.
 
I am looking straight up and see how all that grinding has
exposed more of her pussy.
 
She sees me staring.
 
“Put your arms over your head,” Angel happily commands me.
 
I do.
 
She sits with an audible sploosh on the sweaty puddle in the
divot of my sternum. Her knees are next to my armpits. I can feel more of her
soft, exposed skin and the slip of fabric between her legs pulled deeper into
her slit. I can fully smell her musk. So sweet and light. I know what she will
taste like.
 
I pulse again.
 
Abs contract.
 
With my arms over my head, she leans forward. She rocks her
hips and slides her hands from my shoulders to my biceps, pressing my arms to
the floor. Her face is inches from mine.
 
“Breathe…In…Out…In…Out…Relax,” she reminds.
 
I can feel her breath with her mouth only inches from my
own. I wince a bit at the tightening across my upper chest as my body objects.
 
Overcome, I practically demand, “You might as well kiss me
now.”
 
And with that, She smiles and plants a kiss on my lips. She
doesn’t release my arms. I lift my head to meet her lips as we explore this for
a few moments. I feel her hips move and grind on my torso.
 
“Remember your breath,” she says as she releases my lips.
 
I don’t know if that was for her or me.
 
I follow her slow breath and say, “In…Out.”
 
She releases my arms and sits upright on my chest. A
waterfall of hot sweat flows off her back onto my stomach, adding more
sensations throughout my body.
 
I blurt out the only thing in my head, “I can taste your
pussy from here.”
 
She looks at me exaggeratedly perplexed but responds, “Then
maybe you should taste for real.”
 
She raises to her knees and offers her pussy almost to my
lips.
 
I lift my open mouth, dive in like a predator on his prey,
and cover her entire pussy. She tastes amazing. I press my tongue flat and hard
against her hotness. Her sweat is sheeting down off her body above, combined
with her own juices, has her absolutely soaked. I suck the folds of fabric
wedged deep. I drink in as much as she offers. I am licking inside her pussy
beside the material. She grabs my head and grinds into my mouth, forcing more
pressure. Her hips rock to meet my tongue thrusts. I can’t take it and grab at
the side of the stretchy strip cloth and pull it out of the way. What a
glorious pussy. Of course, fully shaved, with slight lips, puffy from the
excitement and her grinding. I again dive in with abandon. I make a point to
lick over, suck on, and circle her clit. I run my tongue from top to bottom,
entering her as deep as my tongue will go. I bring my hands to her ass to give
me more control to my movements. Her ass is so tiny in my hands.
 
I think the room’s heat has increased, and the sweat is
pouring off both of us, making every move slick and sensual.
 
“Mmmm,” I hear her repeatedly moan as her body shudders,
vibrates, and her abs contract.
 
I bring my fingers in and trace the rim of her slippery
asshole from the back. My fingers feel large compared to the tiny hole. She
vibrates, shudders, and falls to her arms, so she is on all fours over me,
still grinding into my mouth. We keep our breathing in sync even as it
quickens. I push against her tight button.
“OH!…Oh!…Oh!…God! I’m cumming!” she pulses those
exclamations out in time with her body’s contractions.
 
Grinding my face, she is willing as much of my tongue into
her as she can and rubbing her clit against my upper lip. She is flooding me
with her sweet juices and the salty sweat raining down her body. She collapses
onto me and slides back down my torso to rest.
 
At some point during this she has removed her top, and I
feel her bare tits on mine.
 
“Breathe…In…Out…In…Out…” I half-joke.
 
She takes the command and relaxes into me.
 
After a moment, our skin gets sweltering between us, so she
raises and turns around. She presents me with my handy work of making her pussy
sloppy, dripping, and ready for more. I hook my fingers into the hem of that
cloth band-aid and pull the elastic down to her thighs, exposing that
fine-looking butt, perfect pussy, and that little sphincter. I grab her hips to
pull her to my mouth again and lap up all I can. I again run my tongue up from
her clit to her cunt. My nose is buried deep into that asshole. I can feel the
hot perspiration running down from her back. It is cascading down the crack of
her ass, onto my face, and into my mouth. I take a deep, slow inhale, relishing
the heat, the fluid, scents, and slickness.
 
I feel her reach for my dick under the elastic waistbands of
my shorts and briefs. The tight, wet, bulbous head of my cock is right there as
she slides her hand in and over, squeezing the shaft as she makes her way to
the base and my balls. I lift my hips, and she tugs my shorts down to my
thighs. My dick freed; it is in her mouth without fanfare. Her mouth is so hot,
and my cock has already been hard for most of the class. I can tell it won’t
take long for me to cum.
 
“Breathe slow…In…Out…In…Out…” Angel reminds me as she
slowly sucks and strokes my sensitive, straining shaft. This makes me focus on
something else, and I allow the sensations to ebb and flow through me.
 
I am stuck to her pussy like a hoover. Sucking, lapping, and
twirling my tongue slowly, matching rhythm.
 
“Breathe…In,” Slurping me into her mouth. “Out,” she says as
she pops the head out of her lips.
 
“In” Slurp.
 
Pop. “And Out” Angle reminds me again and again.
 
She is hypnotic, and she likes the control.
She likes my rhythm also as she rocks her hips to meet my
mouth.
 
Giving my cock a reprieve from her torturous pleasure, I
feel her focus back on her needs. Her breathing is quickening, and her hips
move with more urgency.
 
“Slow…,” I say. “In…,” and thrust my tongue into that cute
tight cunt. “Out” As I run my tongue over the whole slit from top to bottom.
 
“In…” thrust.
 
“Out…” Slow Stroke.
 
She returns her mouth to my cock. Sliding her lips along the
shaft down to the balls and back up to the head.
 
She pivots on me again. As she moves, I grab her shorts and
pull them off. She spins to face me and plants her pussy lips on my shaft.
Slowly, she slides up and down the length. I can feel her linger at the top as
she rotates her hips, so my head pushes into her slowly yielding pussy. She is
tormenting me with a few minutes of slow strokes along the length of my shaft.
She pauses at the top, pushing my cock’s head almost into her on each stroke.
 
We finally feel the tight pressure, then her muscles slip
over my head as it fully enters.
 
“Oh…Fuck!” we say in unison.
 
She works the tightest pussy I have ever had.
 
Slowly, she slides down, back up, and pops me out again.
Again, she slides her wet slit down my shaft. I am relieved as I would have cum
if I stayed inside her.
 
She keeps her agonizingly slow circuit from the base, up to
my head, then the pressure, the Pop, and takes me inside her a millimeter
deeper each time.
 
I have to be deeper. I have to be all in.
 
“My turn,” I say.
 
I thrust my hips as she slides down and takes more of me
inside. She slides back up but does not let me out and slides back down,
pushing me deeper. I thrust my hips and force my cock deep. She accepts me and
releases her control over to me and my thrusts. Grabbing her hips, I am in
control of the strokes now. I have to pick up the pace. I need to pick up the
pace. I push in, mashing into her cervix. My cock is not entirely in, but she
takes all she can. I position her to keep her still and pick up the pace. She
moves a hand to rub her clit and feel me moving inside her. If I thought my
dick was hard, it is now steel, and my engorged head strains against its own
stretchable limits. I explode deep, filling her with shot after shot blast
against her cervix. Hot cum squeezing out and down my shaft.
 
Angel’s body flexes, shudders, and her head drops to kiss me
as another orgasm rips through her body. Our lips smash together in a frenzy of
lips and tongues. She is supporting herself with her hands again at the top of
my arms, her fingers dig in, squeezing hard.
 
I continue my thrusting. I feel all our liquids mixing and
flowing down my shaft. Her sweat raining off her body, mixing with mine. Our thick
sticky sauce drips down my balls, down my ass crack, and combines into our
puddle on the mat.
 
She continues her pulsing contractions and her already tight
pussy squeezing stronger against my shaft, milking my cock.
 
Her orgasm waning, she drops her whole body down onto me.
 
Our hot, sweaty, naked bodies are slippery against each
other.
 
We rest.
 
“Breathe…In…Out…” Angel jests.
 

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