In the Fitting Room

I was standing in the cramped fitting room of the yoga studio, holding a pair of thin leggings, completely unable to tear my eyes away from her legs. Anna, our instructor, had just stepped out of the shower after class, wrapped in a tiny towel. Her feet were perfect—narrow, with high arches, neat toes, nails painted a soft pink. Her skin was still damp, gleaming under the light.

"Max, you stuck again?" her laughing voice came from behind the curtain. "Or just admiring the view?"

My heart slammed. I thought she was in the next stall and couldn't hear anything. But she'd heard everything. Every word I'd whispered to my buddy on the phone five minutes ago: "Fuck, Anna's got legs I could lick for hours..."

"I... uh..." I stammered, feeling blood rush to my face and my cock at the same time.

The curtain yanked open. Anna stood before me in nothing but that towel, hair wet, a playful smile on her lips. Her eyes sparkled.

"So that's what you were mumbling into your phone," she purred, padding barefoot across the warm floor. "'Lick for hours.' Bold boy."

She stepped closer. The scent of her skin—coconut mixed with fresh post-yoga sweat—hit me like a wave. I swallowed hard.

"Anna... I didn't mean for you to hear that."

"But I wanted to," she said, lifting one leg and slowly dragging her toes across my chest, leaving a damp trail. "You had a particularly hungry look on your face when I was demonstrating downward dog. You think I don't notice how you stare at my feet?"

Her toes slid lower, brushing my stomach. The towel barely clung to her tits. I grabbed her ankle—hot, smooth, perfectly arched.

"Can I?" I asked, my voice rough.

"You can do anything," she breathed, "as long as you're a very, very obedient student."

Anna sat down on the narrow wooden bench in the fitting room, leaning back against the mirror. She stretched her legs out, planting her feet on my chest. I dropped to my knees right on the mat. Her right foot slowly slid down, brushing against my rock-hard cock through my thin shorts.

"Whoa, he's so hot..." she whispered with a sly grin. "Take all this off already."

I yanked off my shorts. My cock sprang free, heavy, with a swollen head. Anna immediately wrapped her soft feet around it. Her skin was still a little damp, slick. She started moving them up and down slowly, squeezing my shaft between her arch and toes.

"Like it?" she asked, biting her lip. "Look how my toes wrap around him... Mmm, he's pulsing. So hot."

"Fuck, Anna... this is too good," I breathed, watching her gorgeous feet work my cock. Her toes clenched and released, her right big toe gently rubbing the head, smearing the first clear drop.

She let out a low, throaty laugh.

"Did you think I only knew how to teach asanas? Come on, kiss them. You said you'd lick them for hours."

I leaned down and pressed my mouth hungrily to her left foot. My tongue traced the arch, then slid between her toes. The taste was slightly salty, sweet. Anna moaned, squeezing my cock tighter between her feet.

"Oh... yeah, just like that... take my toe deeper in your mouth, Max. Suck it."

I sucked her toes while my cock slid between the soles of her other foot. The fitting room filled with wet, sucking sounds and her soft laughter.

"You're so funny when you're turned on... Your eyes are all glassy. You want to fuck me?"

"Yes," I nearly growled.

"Then stand up."

Anna rose, letting the towel drop. Her body was toned, with a firm ass and small tits with hard nipples. She turned her back to me, braced her hands against the wall of the fitting room, arched her back, and lifted one leg onto the bench, opening herself completely.

"Look how wet I am from your kisses," she said, running a hand over her smooth pussy. Her fingers glistened.

I stepped behind her, ran the head of my cock along her slick lips, and slammed in. Anna gasped, arching harder.

"Oh, fuck... so thick... Come on, deeper!"

I fucked her hard, gripping her hips. Every thrust made her small tits bounce. But the best part—I could see in the mirror her feet: one planted on the floor on tiptoe, the other bent on the bench, toes curling and uncurling with pleasure.

"Fuck me and touch my feet," she breathed, glancing over her shoulder. "Come on!"

I leaned in, one hand still on her waist, the other grabbing her raised leg, pulling it against me. My fingers kneaded her foot, my thumb rubbing the sensitive skin beneath her toes. My cock drove into her hot, tight pussy again and again, with a wet squelch.

"I'm gonna come..." Anna moaned. "Don't stop... harder!"

Her body shuddered. Her pussy began clenching hard around my cock, hot liquid spraying out. She came, biting her hand to keep from screaming across the whole studio. I couldn't hold back—I pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum straight onto her beautiful feet and ankles. White drops ran down her arch, between her toes.

Anna breathed heavily, looking down.

"Now that's what I call a good post-yoga stretch," she giggled, wiggling her toes in my cum. "Now you have to lick me clean, student. Every inch."

I dropped to my knees again, kissing her cum-stained feet. She ran her fingers through my hair and let out a soft moan as my tongue found her clit.

"Good boy... next lesson will be even more interesting."