Calor sureño en el muelle

The moment I walked into that cedar lake house for evening yoga, the air crackled. Maggie stood barefoot on the wide plank floor in tiny white shorts and a thin tank, her Southern drawl wrapping around me like warm honey. “Well, hey there, sugar. You’re my only student tonight. Lake’s too pretty, everybody else bailed.” Her green eyes lingered on my chest, then dropped lower, and the tension snapped tight between us before either of us said another word.

I set my mat down close to hers. The sliding doors were open to the dark water; cicadas hummed and the scent of pine and warm skin filled the room. Maggie stretched her arms overhead, tank riding up to show the smooth curve of her tanned belly. “You gonna stare all night or move with me, handsome?”

We started slow. Downward dog, her ass in those shorts right in my line of sight, round and firm. She caught me looking in the reflection of the glass. “Like what you see, darlin’?” Her voice was teasing, playful. I answered by stepping behind her, hands brushing her hips to “correct” her form. She pushed back against me, grinding once, slow. My cock thickened instantly against the thin fabric of my shorts.

“Fuck, Maggie,” I breathed.

She laughed low. “That’s the idea. Been wet since you walked in lookin’ at me like that.”

She turned, fingers already working the buttons of my shirt one by one, deliberate, like she was unwrapping a present. Each button popped open with a soft sound, exposing more skin to the humid night air. I tugged her tank up and off; her full tits bounced free, nipples hard and pink. No bra. Southern girl through and through, confident and sun-kissed. I cupped them, thumbs circling, and she moaned, head tipping back.

“Get these off,” she whispered, yanking at my waistband. My shorts hit the floor. My cock sprang up heavy, veins standing out. Maggie licked her lips. “Big Southern welcome for you tonight.”

She shoved me down onto the wide daybed facing the lake, then peeled her own shorts down inch by inch, bending so I could watch her shaved pussy lips part, already glistening. No panties. The shorts caught on one ankle before she kicked them away. Climbing over me, she straddled my hips, rubbing her slick folds along the length of my cock, teasing the head against her clit. The wet sounds mixed with the lapping water outside.

“Put it in me,” she demanded, voice husky. I gripped her juicy ass and thrust up. Her tight pussy stretched around my cock, swallowing every inch in one slick glide. “Ohhh shit, yes… fill me up, baby.” She rocked forward, tits swaying, then slammed back down, setting a fast, dirty rhythm.

We changed positions quick. She spun around, still impaled, riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. I slapped it once, the sharp crack echoing. She yelped and laughed. “Harder, sugar. I can take it.” I did, spanking her again while she ground her clit against my balls on every downstroke. Her pussy clenched, dripping down my shaft, coating my thighs.

I flipped her onto all fours, knees sinking into the cushions. From behind I drove in deep, long strokes that made her cry out each time my cock kissed the back of her cunt. The lake house creaked softly around us. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I pounded faster. Her Southern accent broke into raw moans. “Right there… don’t you dare stop fuckin’ me… I’m so close.”

Her orgasm hit hard. Pussy spasming, she squirted a hot rush over my cock and the sheets, body shaking. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release. When I finally came, I buried myself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, groaning against her neck. She milked every drop, whispering filthy praise between gasps.

We collapsed, sweaty and tangled, her head on my chest. The cicadas kept singing. Maggie traced a lazy circle on my stomach, smiling that wicked smile.

“Class ain’t over yet, darlin’. There’s a whole dock out there and a lot more positions I wanna try before sunrise…”