Finally acting on [m]y yoga [f]etish

They say yoga makes people feel calm and relaxed, but for me it does the opposite – no matter how hard i fight it, it turns me on. There’s something about feeling every part of your body bend and stretch, in control of every taut muscle, luxuriating in a body I ignore most of the rest of the day at my desk job. At the end of every session I lay down on the mat on my back and the strangest thing happens. It’s like all the sensations built up over the hour gather down by belly and tingle in my pussy until I’m hot and starting to get wet. It takes a lot of mental energy not to squeeze my thighs together and snake my hand down into my tight yoga pants – especially in yoga classes, when a man with yoga-toned arms and a sweat-slick body is usually laying close enough to reach out and touch.

One day I decided to do yoga at home, instead of at the gym – why let all this sexual energy go to waste, after all. It was a Saturday morning and my boyfriend James was in the living room, doing some freelance work on his laptop for a big client. I unrolled my yoga mat across the room from him and put on some butt-hugging yoga pants and a tiny crop top which showed off my lean, toned body. I didn’t bother with a sports bra or any panties – not exactly my usual yoga gear.

I began with some sun salutations, lifting my arms so my crop top raised higher up my ribcage, brushing over my bare breasts and making my nipples hard. I bent over, giving my boyfriend a good view of my ass, wondering how much was outlined by my tight leggings and whether he could see my boobs through the bottom of my top. Stepping back into plank, the material pressed into my clit, making me even hornier than I was getting already. Looking out the corner of my eye, I noticed James was already watching me from over the top of his laptop, particularly transfixed by how my breasts were busting out of the flimsy material of my tight tank top.

I sighed as I moved upwards into a lunge and warrior two pose, partly because I was slightly out of breath, and partly because I was already getting wet. I already wanted to start touching myself right then and there, but I wanted to fake obliviousness for a little while longer, so see how far my boyfriend could control himself and keep concentrated on his work.

I got on all fours and arched my back. I was facing partially towards James, and I could feel my boobs almost slipping out the front of my top as he got a full view of my cleavage. I moaned slightly, as though I was enjoying the stretch, feeling the first wetness leak out into my yoga pants. I think it was the moan that did it – suddenly James was walking towards me, a visible bulge in his boxer shorts. Without saying a word he knelt beside me and touched my ass, feeling his way towards my pussy. I knew it, he said as I moved myself into his hand and let out a gasp – I actually wanted to keep pretending like I really wanted to do yoga but I was so aroused I couldn’t help myself and by now it was so obvious anyway. By this point my legs were trembling slightly and my mouth felt dry and my heart was beating really fast. I wanted him to fuck me this instant.

He pulled my top over my breasts, squeezing my right nipple hard. I gasped again, arching my back further, still on all fours. Are you this much of a slut in your yoga classes, he asked, before pulling down the back of my leggings, revealing my bare ass and pussy. He seemed annoyed I had distracted him from his work. Please fuck me, I begged, my thighs squeezing and hips pressing backwards. He pulled down his boxers revealing his thick, hard erection. Moving towards my face, he pushed it into my mouth and I began to work it greedily, enjoying his solid heaviness on my lips and tongue. At this point I really couldn’t help myself, and I slid one hand in between my legs to play with my clit, moaning and choking into his cock as I did so. I enjoyed feeling so uncontrollably desperate. I was already soaking wet and not too far from having to let my first orgasm overwhelm me.

James could see the state I was getting into, and wasn’t going to let me cum as easily as that. He pulled my arm back down to the mat and held them both there near my shoulders, while he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He is a big guy and I couldn’t move, although I kept bucking my hips and moaning. It was torture to feel his big cock in my mouth and throat when I really wanted him to be inside my pussy. He could last for ages, and I knew he was in no hurry to start fucking me, no matter how badly I wanted it.

Eventually he pulled me up to standing, and I shakingly pulled off my yoga pants, although my crop top was still pulled up to expose my tits. He bent me over the desk and began running the tip of his cock over my clit and pussy, something he knows drives me crazy. Do you want this, he asked, and I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Every time I tried to back into his cock he would slap my ass hard, which would only turn me on more. Finally, I felt his long, fat cock push into me and I cried out almost in relief. It felt so amazing finally live out the fantasy I had been storing up for months. As he began thrusting deeper, my legs began to shake so much I leaned forward harder on the desk. He grasped my hair into his fist and I could hear his breathing become harsher and deeper as he fucked me. I came, hard, as he released my hair and slipped his fingers into my open mouth.

He pulled out and lay on the yoga mat, and I lowered down onto his cock to ride him. He’s so big that this position is usually too intense or painful, but I was so wet and stretched out already by this point it felt good – he was really deep inside me, and I could feel everything as I slid up and down. He grabbed my nipples pressed hard. I was gasping and crying out – I can’t even remember what I said. I’m going to come inside you, he said, and I felt his cock pulse and the warmth of his cum shoot deep inside of me.

I thought this would have got rid of my yoga horniness but now in classes I remember him fucking me and I’m even worse…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ers6lz/finally_acting_on_my_yoga_fetish