Shorts in the Hotel Suite

The moment I walked into the hotel's small conference room for the evening yoga class, my eyes locked on her. Elena, the lithe yoga instructor in tiny black athletic shorts that hugged her firm ass like a second skin, was bending over her mat, and the sight sent a rush of heat straight to my cock. I was on a business trip in Seattle, stuck in back-to-back meetings all day, but this optional wellness session was the only thing I'd looked forward to.

"Welcome, everyone. I'm Elena. Grab a mat and let's loosen up those travel knots," she said, her voice smooth and low as she scanned the five of us. Her gaze lingered on me a beat too long, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

I unrolled my mat at the back, already half-hard from watching her demonstrate the first pose. The class was casual, just hotel guests like me unwinding after long days. We flowed through sun salutations, her shorts riding up with every downward dog, exposing the smooth curve where her ass met her thighs. Sweat glistened on her tanned skin, and I couldn't stop imagining peeling those shorts off.

By the time we hit warrior pose, the other attendees were breathing heavy, but Elena's eyes kept flicking to me. "Deep breath in... and fold forward. Good. Stay with it."

After the cool-down, the others trickled out, chatting about dinner plans. I hung back, rolling my mat slowly. Elena wiped her neck with a towel, her sports bra clinging to her perky tits.

"Staying for extra stretches?" she asked, locking the door with a soft click. "You looked like you needed some one-on-one attention, Mark."

"Yeah, these business trips always leave me tight," I replied, stepping closer. The air between us crackled. "Especially watching you in those shorts all class. Fuck, Elena, they're driving me crazy."

She laughed softly, biting her lip. "These old things? I wear them because they're comfy... and because I saw you staring at my ass the second you walked in." Her hand brushed my chest. "Want a private lesson?"

I pulled her against me, our mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue flicked mine as I grabbed her juicy ass, squeezing hard through the thin fabric. "God, yes. Bend over that chair like you did in class."

Elena moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips against the bulge in my shorts. "Mmm, bossy. I like it." She turned, planting her hands on the padded hotel chair, arching her back so those tiny shorts stretched tight over her pussy. I dropped to my knees, yanking the shorts down to her ankles in one tug. No panties underneath—her shaved pussy was already wet, lips glistening.

"Look at this pretty cunt," I growled, spreading her cheeks. I dove in, licking from her clit to her tight asshole in long, filthy strokes. She tasted sweet and salty from the workout, her juices coating my tongue.

"Fuck, Mark... yes, eat my pussy," she gasped, pushing back against my face. "Deeper—oh shit, your tongue feels so good on my clit."

I sucked her swollen nub between my lips, flicking it fast while sliding two fingers into her dripping hole. She clenched around them, her thighs trembling. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, her moans getting louder.

"Don't stop... I'm gonna cum already," she whined, her voice breaking.

I finger-fucked her harder, curling to hit that spot inside while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Her body tensed, then she shattered, pussy gushing around my fingers as she cried out, "Yes! Fuck, I'm cumming!"

I stood, kicking off my shorts, my thick cock springing free, rock-hard and leaking. Elena kicked her shorts aside, turning to face me with flushed cheeks. "I need that dick inside me. Now."

She hopped onto the nearby table, spreading her legs wide. I stepped between them, rubbing my cockhead up and down her slick folds before thrusting in deep. Her tight walls gripped me like velvet fire.

"Holy shit, you're big," she breathed, eyes rolling back. "Stretch my pussy... harder."

I pounded into her, the table creaking under us, my balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Grabbing her sports bra, I yanked it up, freeing her tits so I could pinch her nipples. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my back.

"Right there—fuck me like that," she demanded, her nails raking my shoulders. We switched positions fast; I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the table. Those shorts were still dangling from one ankle as I slammed back into her from behind, spanking her firm ass until it glowed pink.

"Yes! Spank me while you fuck my cunt," she moaned, pushing back to meet every brutal stroke. The wet smack of skin on skin echoed. I reached around to rub her clit, feeling her pussy flutter.

"I'm close again," I grunted, sweat dripping down my back. "Gonna fill you up."

"Do it—cum inside me," she begged, her voice husky. "I want to feel it."

One more deep thrust and I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming pussy. She came with me, squirting a little around my cock, her cries muffled against her arm. We stayed locked together, panting, her inner walls milking every drop.

Finally, I pulled out, watching my cum drip down her thighs onto those crumpled shorts. Elena turned, kissing me slow and dirty.

"Best business trip stretch I've ever had," she whispered with a wicked grin. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it," I said, already imagining round two.