The Last Session

The hotel room smelled like eucalyptus and warm skin. I’d caught her staring at me during the final savasana of the workshop—Maya, my instructor, her dark hair slicked against her temples, her breathing slow and deliberate as she watched me watch her. The business trip to Portland had been a blur of conference rooms, but this evening class was the only thing I’d looked forward to.

“You’re holding tension in your shoulders,” she said, walking toward me as the last students filtered out. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. “Let me fix that.”

I should’ve said no. I was her student. But her hands were already on my neck, firm and warm, and my skin prickled like a live wire.

She pushed me down onto the yoga mat in the empty studio, the door clicking shut behind her. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and incense. My cock was already straining against my yoga pants, and she noticed—her lips curling into a smile as she straddled my hips, her weight settling just where I needed it.

“You’ve been distracting me all week,” she murmured, grinding down slowly. The fabric of her leggings was damp against my length. “Do you know how hard it is to teach a class when all I can think about is this?”

I grabbed her ass, pulling her harder against me. “Then stop thinking.”

She laughed—a low, breathy sound—and peeled off her tank top. Her tits were perfect, full and heavy, her nipples already dark and stiff. I reached up and cupped them, and she moaned, rolling her hips faster.

“God, you feel incredible,” I said, my voice ragged.

She leaned forward, her mouth hot against mine, her tongue sliding in deep as she unbuttoned my pants. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slow and deliberate, and I hissed through my teeth.

“I want you inside me,” she said, pulling away just enough to look me in the eyes. “Right now.”

I flipped her onto her back, yanking her leggings down. She wasn’t wearing panties—just a smooth, shaved cunt, already glistening. I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she bucked against my hand, biting her lip.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t tease me.”

I didn’t. I drove into her in one stroke, and she cried out, her hands flying to my shoulders. She was so wet, so tight, and the way she gripped me made my vision blur. I fucked her hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, and she matched my rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine.

“Yes—fuck—right there,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back.

I reached between us and rubbed her clit, and she shuddered, her inner walls clenching around me as she came with a broken cry. I kept pounding, chasing my own release, the sweat dripping off my forehead onto her skin.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

That did it. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, my cock pulsing as I filled her. She moaned, pulling me closer, her legs wrapping around my waist.

For a moment, we just lay there, breathing hard, tangled together on the mat. Then she laughed—a real, bright laugh—and pushed a strand of hair from my face.

“You’re going to be late for your flight,” she said.

“I don’t care,” I said, kissing her neck. “Have you ever had a massage?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that an offer?”

“I’ve got an hour.”

She grinned, sliding out from under me. “Then you’d better make it count.”

CATEGORIES: [Sensual massage, Yoga teacher, On a Business Trip, Just the Two of Us, Fucking]