Yoga Pose at the Office Party

The moment I spotted her across the crowded rooftop bar, my cock twitched with raw need. Lena, my yoga teacher from those steamy evening classes, stood in a tight black cocktail dress that hugged her firm ass and perky tits like a second skin. The annual office party had spilled onto the terrace under string lights, but all I could think about was how her flexible body had bent and stretched in front of me for weeks, teasing me with every downward dog.

"Hey, Mark," she said, sliding up to me with a sly smile, her green eyes sparkling. "Didn't expect to see my favorite student crashing the firm's holiday bash. You following me now?"

I grinned, sipping my whiskey. "Just lucky, I guess. You look incredible out of the studio. That dress... fuck, it shows off everything I've been staring at during class."

Lena laughed softly, stepping closer so her hip brushed mine. The city lights glittered below us, music thumping from inside. "Careful. People might hear you talking about your teacher's ass. But yeah... I've noticed you watching. Especially when I hold that bridge pose. Gets you hard, doesn't it?"

My pulse raced. The tension between us had built for months in those dim studio lights. Now, surrounded by coworkers laughing and drinking, it felt electric and dangerous. "You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about bending you over that mat."

She bit her lip, eyes darkening with lust. "Then show me. Right here. The exhibitionism in your eyes every class... I want it tonight."

We slipped toward the edge of the terrace, where a low glass railing overlooked the park below. A few people milled nearby, but the shadows from potted plants gave just enough cover. Lena turned, pressing her back against me, grinding her juicy ass slowly against my growing bulge.

"Feel that?" she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. "Your cock's already so hard for me. Touch me while they watch without knowing."

My hands slid up her thighs, hiking her dress higher. No panties. Her shaved pussy was already slick and hot. I groaned low, fingers circling her clit as she moaned softly.

"Oh fuck, Mark... right there. Rub my clit harder. Someone's looking this way."

A couple of guys from accounting glanced over, chuckling at what they thought was just flirty dancing. The risk made her wetter. I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy, pumping slowly while my thumb worked her swollen clit. Her juices coated my hand, the wet sounds barely masked by the music.

"Yes... finger-fuck your yoga slut," she breathed, pushing back against me. "Deeper. Make me cum where everyone can almost see."

Her walls clenched around my fingers as I curled them, hitting that spot that made her tremble. She came fast, biting her lip to stifle a cry, her legs shaking. But she wasn't done.

"Get inside me," she demanded, bending forward slightly over the railing, arching her back in a perfect yoga arch. Her dress rode up, exposing her glistening pussy and tight ass to me in the open air. I freed my thick cock, stroking it once before pressing the head against her entrance.

With one thrust, I buried myself balls-deep in her dripping cunt. "Holy shit, Lena... your pussy's so fucking tight and wet."

She gasped, gripping the railing. "Pound me. Hard. Let them wonder why I'm moaning like this."

I gripped her hips and started fucking her with deep, steady strokes, my balls slapping against her clit. The city breeze cooled our sweaty skin as her tits bounced inside her dress. Each thrust made her moan louder.

"Fuck me like you do in your fantasies... stretch my pussy. Oh god, your cock feels huge."

A group of three women walked past, eyes widening for a split second before they giggled and turned away, pretending not to notice. The thrill sent me into overdrive. I reached around, rubbing her clit furiously while slamming into her from behind.

She came again, her pussy spasming and squirting a little down her thighs. "I'm cumming on your dick... don't stop!"

I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted one of her legs high in a standing split she'd taught me. Facing me now, her eyes locked on mine as I drove back into her soaked hole. Her back pressed against the railing, exposed for anyone below or nearby to potentially see.

"Look at me while you fuck me," she panted. "Fill me up. I want your cum dripping out when we go back inside."

The position let me grind against her clit with every thrust. Her nails dug into my shoulders, breath hot against my neck. I felt my balls tighten.

"Here it comes... fuck, Lena!" I growled, burying myself deep as I erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling out around my cock with each pulse. She shuddered through another orgasm, milking every drop.

We stayed locked together for a moment, breathing hard, her forehead against mine. Cum trickled down her inner thigh as I softened inside her.

"Best office party ever," she whispered with a wicked grin, adjusting her dress. "Next class, I'm wearing even less under my leggings. Think you can keep a straight face while I demonstrate poses... knowing my pussy's still full of you?"

I kissed her deeply, already getting hard again at the thought. The night was young, and the crowd inside called us back, none the wiser about the hot, risky fuck we'd just shared in plain sight.