After-Hours Adjustment

The faint scent of lavender oil and warm skin hung in the dim office air, making my pulse thump before I even saw her. Elena moved through the empty conference room like she owned it, her tight black yoga pants hugging every curve of her ass while the soft glow from the city lights outside painted her bare midriff. I was the last student left in her evening class, pretending to roll up my mat, but really just watching the way her tits strained against that thin sports bra.

“Mark, you’re still here,” she said, voice low and teasing as she locked the door with a soft click. “Most people rush out. You always linger.”

I swallowed, heat crawling up my neck. “Guess I need more help with my form.”

Elena’s lips curved. She stepped closer, bare feet silent on the carpet. “Then let’s fix that. Hands on the floor, downward dog. I’ll adjust you.”

The explicit tension snapped fast. As I planted my palms and pushed my hips high, she moved behind me. Her fingers didn’t hover politely this time. They slid straight under the waistband of my shorts, cupping my ass cheeks boldly, thumbs pressing into the cleft.

“Fuck, Elena…” I breathed, arms trembling.

“Shhh. Feel where the stretch should be.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper right by my ear. “Your glutes are tight. Let me open you up.”

She squeezed harder, groping my ass with both hands now, spreading me while her thumbs circled my hole through the fabric. My cock thickened instantly, trapped against my thigh. I rocked back into her palms, shameless.

“You like when I touch you like this?” she murmured, breath hot on my neck. One hand slipped around front, fingers wrapping my growing dick through the shorts. “So hard already. Naughty student.”

“Yes… don’t stop groping me,” I groaned.

Elena laughed softly, the sound vibrating through her chest pressed to my back. She yanked my shorts down just enough to free my cock, letting it swing heavy between my legs. Then she was on me again, one palm stroking my shaft in long, firm pulls while the other kept massaging my ass, fingers dipping teasingly close to my hole.

“Turn around. I want to see your face while I play with you.”

I flipped, sitting on the edge of the long conference table. Elena stood between my spread knees, eyes locked on mine as she kept one hand pumping my cock, thumb swirling over the leaking tip. Her other hand roamed my chest, pinching a nipple, then slid back down to grope my balls, rolling them gently.

“Tell me how it feels,” she whispered, lips brushing my jaw. “Use your words, Mark. I love hearing you get filthy.”

“Your hands feel so fucking good on my cock… squeezing my balls like that. Grope me harder, Elena. I’ve wanted your hands all over me for weeks.”

She moaned at that, pressing her tits against my chest while she stroked faster. Then she surprised me, climbing onto the table, straddling my lap facing away so her perfect ass hovered right over my throbbing dick. She reached back, guiding my hands.

“Your turn. Grope my ass while I ride you.”

I didn’t hesitate. My palms filled with her firm, round cheeks, spreading them as she sank down. Her wet pussy swallowed my cock in one smooth glide, tight and scorching. We both gasped.

“Oh shit… you’re so deep,” she whimpered, rolling her hips. “Keep groping. Pull my cheeks apart. I want you to feel everything.”

I kneaded her ass roughly, thumbs pressing into the soft skin while she bounced, her pussy making wet, filthy sounds around my shaft. The office echoed with skin slapping skin and our ragged breathing. I slid one hand around to rub her clit in tight circles, making her cry out and clench harder.

“Faster, Mark… grope my tits now.”

I reached up, yanking her sports bra down so her heavy breasts spilled free. I pinched and squeezed them while she slammed down on my cock, her juices dripping down my balls. The angle let me feel every ridge inside her, her walls fluttering as she chased her peak.

“I’m gonna cum… don’t stop touching me,” she panted.

Her body tensed, pussy spasming wildly around my dick as she came with a sharp, breathy moan. I kept groping her tits through it, then flipped her onto her back on the table. Spreading her legs wide, I drove back in, pounding hard while my hands never left her body—squeezing her thighs, pinching her nipples, stroking her clit until she came again, louder this time.

“Fill me up,” she begged between gasps. “I want to feel you throb inside.”

I buried myself deep and let go, groaning as cum pulsed into her clenching pussy. We stayed locked together, sweaty and trembling, my hands still lazily groping her soft skin.

Morning light filtered through the blinds when I woke on the makeshift bed of yoga mats. Elena was already up, brewing coffee in the small office kitchenette wearing nothing but my oversized t-shirt. She glanced over her shoulder, a shy little smile playing on her lips despite the filthy night we’d shared.

“Cream?” she asked, holding up a carton, cheeks flushing as our eyes met.

“Yeah,” I said, voice rough. “But I like it how you gave it to me last night.”

She bit her lip and looked away, but not before I caught the spark of fresh desire in her gaze. We both knew this evening class was far from over.