Moonlit Slit

The salty breeze from the sea slipped through the open balcony doors of the hotel’s private yoga pavilion, carrying the distant crash of waves. My pulse hammered the second I saw her—Lila, my evening student, stretching in tight black leggings that hugged every curve of her ass. At thirty-two, she moved like liquid sex, and the way her eyes locked on mine across the empty room screamed she felt the same raw hunger I’d been fighting for weeks.

I’m Mara, the hotel’s resident yoga teacher, thirty-eight and tired of pretending I don’t crave the taste of a woman’s pussy. Tonight the class had canceled. Only Lila showed.

“Good evening, Mara,” she said, voice low and teasing as she rolled out her mat right in front of me.

“Evening, Lila. Just us tonight?” I asked, already wet between my thighs.

She smirked, peeling off her sports bra without warning. Her full tits bounced free, nipples hard from the ocean air.

“Yeah. Thought we could do some… private practice.”

Desire slammed into me. I stepped close, hooked my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and dragged them down her toned legs along with her soaked thong. Her smooth, shaved pussy glistened under the soft lights, the delicate pink slit already parted and shining with arousal.

“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy slit,” I growled, dropping to my knees on her mat. The scent of her—sweet, musky, mixed with sea salt—made my mouth water.

Lila spread her legs wider, hands tangling in my short dark hair.

“You’ve been staring at it all month, haven’t you, teacher? Go on. Lick my slit.”

I didn’t hesitate. I dragged my tongue slowly up the length of her slick pussy slit, savoring the way her lips parted around me. She tasted like heaven. I sucked her swollen clit between my lips, flicking it hard while two fingers slid into her tight, dripping hole.

“Oh shit… yes, right there,” she moaned, hips bucking. “Deeper, Mara. Stretch my cunt.”

Her juices coated my chin as I fucked her faster with my fingers, curling them against her G-spot while I sucked and licked every inch of that beautiful slit. The wet, obscene sounds mixed with the waves outside. Lila’s thighs started to tremble.

I stood up, shedding my own clothes in seconds. My own pussy was aching, clit throbbing. I pushed her onto her back on the wide yoga mat, then spun around into a sixty-nine, lowering my dripping cunt onto her eager mouth.

“Eat my slit while I devour yours,” I ordered, grinding down.

Lila’s tongue speared into me instantly, lapping greedily at my pussy slit, sucking my folds, flicking my clit until my legs shook. I buried my face back between her thighs, sucking hard on her clit while I pumped three fingers in and out of her soaked hole. The pavilion filled with our muffled moans, slurping sounds, and the slap of wet flesh.

“God, your tongue feels so fucking good on my pussy,” she gasped against my cunt, voice vibrating through me. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop licking my slit!”

I sucked harder, fingers plunging faster. Lila screamed into my pussy as her orgasm hit, her slit contracting and gushing sweet juice all over my tongue. The taste and her cries sent me over the edge right after her. I came hard, grinding my spasming cunt against her mouth, flooding her face with my release.

We didn’t stop. I flipped her onto all fours, facing the moonlit sea. Her ass up, that perfect pussy slit peeking between her thighs, still twitching and dripping. I knelt behind her, sliding two fingers back inside her while I licked her tight little asshole for good measure.

“Such a juicy fucking slit,” I murmured, spreading her lips wide with my thumbs so I could watch my fingers disappear. “Beg for more.”

“Please, Mara… fuck my pussy harder. I need it,” Lila whined, pushing back.

I added a third finger, stretching her, pounding deep while my other hand reached around to rub her swollen clit. The wet squelching filled the night air. Lila’s moans turned into desperate cries as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clenching and squirting a hot stream onto the mat.

Panting, I pulled her up into my arms. We kissed deeply, tasting ourselves on each other’s tongues.

“Best private lesson ever,” she whispered, grinning against my lips, fingers lazily tracing my still-throbbing slit.

I smiled, heart racing, the sea breeze cooling our sweaty skin.

“Same time tomorrow night?”