Her heart was thudding fast and her blood was racing with the boldness of Sam’s action. She snapped back to the moment though as she felt his cock at her entrance, the thick head, already wet with anticipation, just grazing at her slick, glistening folds. Over-sensitized and throbbing with need, she wanted nothing more than to thrust herself forwards and impale herself onto his thick, pulsing rod. She wanted to retaliate for the underwear stunt, though, and instead of slamming herself hard onto his heated, engorged organ, she slowly rotated her hips, stimulating the tip of his erect, rock hard member and coating him in her slick juices.
The sensation felt wonderful for her, too, the delicate touch of his heated cock just caressing the outer folds of her sex, stimulating her and increasing the pulsing need for more, for hard, fast fulfillment. He began thrusting his hips very lightly, not quite penetrating her, and she didn’t know what was going to happen first – her giving in and screaming in sexual frustration, him giving in and thrusting into her in a frenzy, or both of them being discovered in the not-quite act.
Finally she gave a whimper of need and tried to pull him closer, and he obliged, pushing into her in one long, satisfying motion until he was buried to the hilt in her tight, wet heat.
While the foreplay had been slow and relaxed, the sex itself was fast and hard, but no less glorious for the hurry. Jenny arched her back and threw her head back in ecstasy, biting her lip to prevent herself from screaming out her bliss as Sam pounded into her slick tunnel, stretching her walls wide and filling her completely, hitting her sweet spot over and over with his iron hard, pulsing cock. One hand still supporting her back, the other found its way to her clitoris and pinched down hard, stimulating the swollen bud of nerves until Jenny couldn’t take it anymore.
She came in a sudden rush, her juices flowing freely, her muscles spasming and her pussy clamping around him. Thrusting urgently, Sam released into her only a few seconds later, biting down into her naked shoulder to stifle a groan.
In the aftermath of their completion, they hurried to straighten clothing and smooth hair. Jenny looked ruefully at her panties sitting in the bush, but she was elated, euphoric at the fact that they had gotten away with it! She looked at Sam as he zipped up his flies – he was really incredible. He looked up and gave her a lopsided smile.
“We should do this again sometime,” he said wryly. “I hear there’s a little Italian place with a gorgeous alley round the back.”
A Private Yoga Session
by KT Lynn
Themes: lesbian; F/F
"Down on your back, sweetheart! I want to see your hips and chest in the air. The bridge pose, all right? Remember that one?"
My body trembled from the very tips of my toes to the skin of my scalp as I relaxed backwards on the rubbery mat laid out below me. It stuck a little to my nylon sweatpants. I gave a small grunt of exertion and slowly bent my knees upwards, moving my feet closer and closer to my sitting bones, inch by inch.
"Setu Bandha Sarvangasana"
Rita's voice was dim, but the name sparked a memory of the pose as well as the English name had. The fucking bridge pose! Feeling my teeth grind down on my lower lip, I arched my back, levitating my ass into the air while keeping my shoulder blades planted against the mat. To say this was an uncomfortable pose would be an understatement.
Sweat trickled from my forehead and chest, pearling down my cleavage. God, it was hot out here! What had Rita said when she'd offered these private yoga sessions months ago?
It'll be fun! Some advanced lessons that you can handle, but the others can't yet. I know, we'll do it at my house! We have a great backyard for exercise.
Yeah. Fun. I closed my eyes as I felt a familiar muscle tension spreading through my body. It was so hard to concentrate now. I focused my eyes on my bellybutton. The curve of my belly had become so taut over the past months. Yoga really did wonders for my figure, just like Rita had said it would when I’d begun practicing with her. But like anything, it came at a price.
"Good....good...that's it. Hold it! Hold!"
I could barely hear her voice; it was more like a muted, buzzing whisper in my ears. The pressure of my teeth clenching together was foremost in my mind as I lifted my chin away from my sternum and broadened the shoulder blades again to complete the pose.
"Aaaand...release!"
“Ahnn.” With a groan of relief, I slowly allowed the pose to relax and carefully rolled my spine down against the mat. Swallowing and panting heavily, I gulped down fresh air.
"You...slave-driver." My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears, and I cleared my throat noisily.
My mentor gave a soft giggle, and with a warm soft hand with slim fingers, patted the naked skin of my stomach. "Aw, don't say that. It's amazing how good you've become in such a short time, Leslie. You're the best student I’ve ever had. Really!"
My body gave another quaking tremble, and I closed my eyes, feeling warmth spread through my chest and pelvic region from the feel of her touch. For a moment I regretted wearing only a sports bra and tight yoga pants. Someone touching my naked skin while or after doing yoga always made me...shiver.
"Thanks," I panted. "Good to hear I’m not killing myself for nothing then."
Rita’s full lips curved in a smile. She was in her early thirties, but as youthful and beautiful as any woman in her mid-twenties. Perhaps yoga was her secret. Her body was flawless with a slim, well-proportioned figure and breasts that were sizable even beneath her sports bra. She would always do Yoga in a sports bra and shorts, leaving little to the imagination. Her muscles were toned, though not too toned. Only...taut. Like mine but better.
“Come on, I’ll get you something to drink.” She laughed and extended her hand.
I took it, and she helped pull me to my feet. I felt like dry prune, having sweated out all the water in my body, but at the same time, it felt great. Doing yoga was always like this. The body was left in a sort of stretched, relaxed, and hypersensitive state.
Rita went inside and came out with a glass of water in her hand. Her red hair, thick and curly, was in disarray.
"Thanks." I took the glass and swallowed the cool, refreshing water eagerly. It had been several months of this now. In addition to the regular yoga practice that I had every week, Rita had invited me to do this at her home on weekends. I felt like part of the family after the number of dinners I’d had with her and her husband. In addition to being a great teacher, Rita was a fabulous cook with a knack for Asian cuisine. Her husband, Jim, was over six feet tall, his hair cropped in a military-style stubble and with just enough stubble on his chin to – I imagined anyway – make a woman shiver when he rubbed it against her cheek. His body looked like that of a military man too. A marine, perhaps.
I felt a familiar heat rising from between my legs and quickly swallowed the rest of the water. I put the glass on the table again and turned to Rita.
“Better?”
I nodded. “What else do you have planned for me today then?”
She met my smile with one of her own. “A couple of more positions, sweetheart. Then I thought we'd make something good to eat, sound nice?”
“Perfect,” I replied and extended my arms backwards, stretching them while breathing rhythmically. She was going to work me harder after this short break, I knew that much.
Rita, too, stretched for a moment, extending her arms and bending her legs in positions I could only hope to achieve, and only after breaking a few of my bones.
“I'm a bit surprised, you know,” she said.
“Oh? What about?”
“Well.” She angled her head upward, rolling and craning her shoulders and neck. “If I may be so bold to ask, you've come here for months now, and you've never mentioned any guys in your life. No boyfriends, nothing. Where are all the men in your life?”
My ears grew hot, and my face felt warm. I quickly assumed the Chair Pose, hoping she wouldn’t notice me blushing. “I'm not really that...good with men,” I grimaced. “They d
on't seem to like me all that much.”
Rita stopped what she was doing and her green, tilted eyes looked at me in concern. She had an expression of disbelief on her face.
“That's crazy. Sweetheart, you're a knockout, just look at you. That hair, that body. And you do yoga! Are you hanging around young guys who don't know what that means?”
I cleared my throat and managed a small smile. I didn’t think I was anything special. My hair, it was just okay. A common strawberry blonde mop that, when loosened, fell just below my shoulders. The rest of my body wasn't that spectacular really. My breasts were too small. A boyfriend said that to me once and it stuck. Sometimes I couldn't look at them without remembering him saying that.
“Thanks...so, what's the next position?” I hoped my voice sounded steadier to her than it did to myself.
Rita pursed her lips at me, then curved her lips in a smirk. “Supine Butterfly Hip Stretch.”
I slowly laid down on my back, assuming the position where I slowly spread my knees wide apart. I felt so exposed from not only the position but from the way she stared intently at me, assessing the correctness of my pose.
“Jim loves this position.” Rita giggled and sat down next to me, placing her flat palm on my belly.
I nearly choked on my saliva. Was she talking about what I thought she was?
“Then again, Jim loves all Yoga.” She went on, smiling down at me. “A man can have so much fun with a woman who does Yoga. He loves how limber and...bendy I can be because of it,” Rita laughed, gently correcting my position by placing her hand on my inner thigh.
How was I going to respond to that? I didn't know. Keeping silent and and hoping that I didn't look as red as I felt, I spread my knees farther apart. Suddenly the image of Jim naked – I had seen him in only his briefs once – popped into my mind.
“Mhmmm,” I replied. I hoped it sounded like agreement.
“You know how good some of these positions feel?” Rita went on.
I nodded in response, a hurried nod. Lord, let this position end soon!
“Well, imagine having sex while in one. I thought I would die the first time Jim took me in this one. That's how good it felt.” She giggled.
I nearly gasped. I could feel my teeth leaving impressions on my lower lip. My mind began to picture a man putting himself inside of me while I was in that position, shoving his cock deep into me, stretching me while my legs were already stretched wide. The thought nearly made me groan.
When she stopped and pulled back her hand, I exhaled, feeling both relieved and disappointed that it had ended. Warmth had begun to spread between my legs. Now that It was over, I sighed. It bothered me that I had such poor luck with men.
Rita was watching me with pursed lips. “Sweetheart,” she began and continued as though she could read my mind. “You're going to find a man for yourself if you try. There's no doubt about that.”
I looked away and nodded mutely. Why was I feeling ashamed?
“You need to relax,” My mentor announced and pulled me up to my feet with a grin that showed teeth. “I know what we can do! Come on, take your clothes off.” Putting action to her words, she gripped her sports bra and tugged it off, tossing it to the grass followed by her shorts.
My eyes immediately traveled down to the area between her legs. She'd shaved down there except for a small, trimmed strip of red that seemed to point to her pussy.
I felt myself blush again. “What?”
“Yoga is much better when you do it naked, you know. Besides, it's just us girls. This will help you relax, trust me.” Rita began stretching as if to emphasize the point. “It's not as though I haven't seen ladyparts before.” She grinned and sat down on her own mat.
I wasn't ashamed of my body. It wasn't that. I looked around to make sure nobody else was around to see us. I glanced up towards the balcony, almost expecting to see Jim there watching us.
“He's watching the game. Don't worry.” My older teacher gave a little laugh. “When he's watching football, not even the house fire could make him tear his butt from the couch until he knew the final score. Relax.” She gestured for me to continue.
After taking one last time to look around, I slowly began removing my clothes and putting them on the grass next to the mat in a small pile. I felt shy as I watched Rita doing her stretches. Then I looked down at myself. God, my breasts did look small. Rita’s were larger and much more beautiful. Womanly. Her nipples somehow accentuated her hair color, and they didn't sag at all. Not a single bit.
“You're beautiful.” She assured me. “Go ahead, sit. Same position as before, sweetheart. Supine Butterfly.”
I stared at her. Really?
She waited expectantly, eyes twinkling merrily.
Slowly and feeling a bit embarrassed with my ears hot, I spread my legs apart in the same way as before. It felt different this time. I felt the blood rushing to my lower body quicker. She was watching me.
A touch to my buttocks made me tremble and open my eyes wide. She was touching me! Rita was touching my ass!
“Juuust a little further apart there, sweetheart. Almost,” she said in the same voice she always used when teaching students how to assume a pose.
I nodded.
I wanted to say something, but I knew it would only come out as a croak. My pussy felt so warm and...wet. Wet? I suddenly became very aware of how exposed I was, and how close Rita was to me. Could she notice?
I tried to endure, focusing instead on what I had learned from doing Yoga. Relaxed breathing. In and out. That's it. Just like that. No thinking about sex or her hands gently adjusting my positions...
“Perfect. Now the next position.”
For a moment I had trouble understanding her words. But I nodded, and she guided me through position after position. Her hands were on my arms, my wrists, my neck, my face, my breasts, my ass, and even brushed against my pussy over and over again when she was correcting my pelvis. All very professional.
She didn’t seem to notice my arousal, or if she did, she didn’t have any reaction to it. I felt so hot. My pussy felt so wet. There was such a warmth coming from between my legs, from every fiber of my body. If anything, she had to notice my breathing. I was nearly panting.
Rita went on with the same calm professionalism she might have shown a newcomer, a beginner in her class.
“Rita...” I breathed. I had to tell her that we had to stop. What if I came? It didn't seem impossible from way things were going.
“You're conflicted and blocked,” she said and pushed me down again with one of her hands firmly placed on my belly.
I let it happen without thinking, submissively lowering my body to the mat with an exhalation of lust-filled pleasure.
“I wouldn't do this for a man, you know. That would be weird.” Rita laughed. “But you're a woman. We both are. Svadhishtana, Leslie. Do you remember what that means?”
I swallowed hard. Svadhishtana. That meant the genitals. What did she mean to-
“Your genital chakra is blocked,” she murmured soothingly, interrupting my thoughts, and her open palm began stroking soothingly.
I felt her hand trailing from my lower belly down across my pussy. She must’ve felt how wet I was, yet she said nothing. I inhaled sharply, and two of her fingers touched my pussy directly, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
God! Did she hear me? I tried to collect myself. If she had heard my moan, she certainly didn’t react to it.
Calm down, calm down. This is yoga! Yoga and nothing else. Breathing evenly helped a little but not much. How could it, with her touching me like that?
“You know that, don't you? That you're all blocked up? Right here? Feel it?” She put her other hand on my lower belly then trailed it down the same way, indicating the chakra she spoke of.
I couldn't reply at first. My eyes were blurry, and I finally managed a nod. “I...I suppose...so.” My voice was hoarse and high-pitched. It always got that way when I was horny.
The feel
ing of her entire hand massaging the outside of my cunt sent me reeling. I couldn't think. It was only after a moment that I noticed what I was doing. My hips were moving, as though by themselves. I rolled them gently against her massaging hand.
“Pose! Come on, Leslie, pose!” Rita said suddenly, her voice demanding the kind of professional focus I had begun to expect from her during practice and training. “Don't lose your pose! Go on.”
“Yes...of course.” It took every ounce of self-control I had left to bring a short sentence out evenly. Obediently, I spread my knees apart and tried to properly maintain the position she was ordering me to hold. I couldn't quite stop myself from moving though. My hips freely rolled against her massaging hand.
At least I was keeping the moans and gasps I wanted to utter within me.
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