After-Hour Stretch
The gym lights were already dimmed for closing when I locked eyes with Lena across the empty yoga studio. She was our evening instructor, thirty-two, with a tight ponytail and those black leggings that hugged every curve of her firm ass like they were painted on. I’d been coming to her class for weeks, my cock half-hard the entire time just from watching her bend and breathe. Tonight the last two students bailed early, leaving us alone with the faint smell of sweat and lavender oil still hanging in the air.
“Looks like it’s just you and me, Mark,” Lena said, her voice low as she rolled up the extra mats. She glanced at the clock. “Gym closes in twenty. You still want that private cool-down?”
I swallowed, pulse hammering. “Yeah. I do.”
She smiled like she already knew what I really wanted. We moved to the far corner where the mirrors reflected everything. Lena dropped into a deep forward fold, ass pointed right at me, then straightened and peeled off her loose tank top. Her sports bra barely contained her full tits, nipples already stiff against the fabric.
“Help me stretch,” she whispered, lying back on the mat and lifting one leg straight up. I grabbed her ankle, pressing it toward her shoulder. The position spread her pussy lips visibly through the thin leggings. My cock throbbed against my shorts.
“Fuck, Lena… you’re soaked already.”
She bit her lip, eyes dark. “Been wet since you walked in. Touch me.”
I slid my hand down her thigh until my fingers pressed against the damp crotch of her leggings. She moaned, hips rolling. In seconds I yanked the stretchy fabric aside, exposing her shaved, glistening pussy. Two fingers sank inside her easily; she was burning hot and dripping.
“Oh shit, yes… finger my cunt,” she gasped, gripping my wrist to push me deeper. Her walls clenched around me, slick sounds filling the quiet gym. I pumped faster, thumb circling her swollen clit until her back arched off the mat.
Lena’s breath hitched. “Take your cock out. I need it.”
I shoved my shorts down. My thick dick sprang free, veins pulsing, head already leaking. She sat up, eyes locked on it, and wrapped her soft hand around the shaft. One slow stroke made me groan.
“Such a big fucking cock,” she murmured, licking her lips. “I’ve wanted this in my mouth for weeks.”
She didn’t tease. Lena leaned forward and swallowed me in one smooth motion, lips stretching wide around my girth. The wet heat of her throat closed around the head and I nearly lost it right there. She bobbed deep, gagging softly, spit dripping down my balls as she worked me with filthy hunger.
“Goddamn, Lena… suck it just like that.” I tangled my fingers in her ponytail, guiding her rhythm. She looked up at me with watery eyes, mascara starting to smear, and hummed around my cock. The vibration shot straight to my spine.
I pulled out with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening dick. “On your knees. I want to fuck your face.”
Lena grinned, wicked and eager, dropping to all fours on the mat. I stood over her, feeding my cock back between her lips. This time I thrust harder, hips snapping, the head bumping the back of her throat on every stroke. She took it like a champ, gurgling and moaning, one hand between her own legs frantically rubbing her clit.
“Fuck… your mouth feels so good. I’m gonna cum down your throat if you keep that up.”
She pulled off just long enough to gasp, “Do it. Fill my mouth. I want every drop.”
That was all it took. I gripped her head with both hands and drove deep. My balls tightened, cock swelling against her tongue. The first thick rope of cum blasted straight onto her tongue. Lena moaned loudly around me, eyes fluttering as I pumped load after load into her eager mouth. She didn’t spill a drop, cheeks hollowing as she sucked me dry, swallowing loudly with each spurt.
When I finally pulled free, a thin string of cum and spit stretched from her lower lip. She looked up at me, opened her mouth to show the creamy mess pooled on her tongue, then closed it and swallowed again with an audible gulp.
“Mmm… you taste even better than I imagined,” she purred, voice hoarse. She licked her lips clean, then stood and pressed her body against mine, still trembling from her own orgasm. “Next time I want you to bend me over and cum in my pussy. But right now… we should probably lock the door before security comes.”
I laughed breathlessly, heart still racing, already getting hard again at the thought of round two. The gym lights flickered once in warning, but neither of us was in any hurry to leave.