Seda y escalofríos

My fingers were already sliding along his thigh under the thin fabric of his pants as we stood in the dim corner of the banquet hall. Anna, my favorite yoga student, was looking at me like she'd been waiting all night for me to finally make a move. Her eyes sparkled with wine and something more dangerous.

"You're so different tonight than you are on the mat," she whispered, biting her lower lip. Her hand landed on top of mine, not pushing it away but pressing it harder. "Softer. I like it."

Around us, Anna's friend's wedding roared on: laughter, clinking glasses, the smell of flowers and expensive champagne. But here, in this hidden spot behind a pillar, the world shrank to her breath and the heat of her skin. I took another sip of wine, feeling it spread like fire through my veins.

"I never thought that—" I started, but she cut me off, running a finger along my cheek.

"Shh. Don't think. Just feel." Her voice dropped lower, velvety. "You look so handsome tonight in that shirt. I want to... take it off slowly."

My heart pounded. Anna was always gentle in class, adjusting poses, touching my back, but tonight something new had awakened in her. She pulled me by the hand into a small hallway leading to the coatroom. The door clicked shut behind us, cutting off the party noise.

We stood close. Her fingers unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, then the second. My skin burned with every touch.

"You're trembling," she smiled. "Good. Means you like it."

"I like it a lot," I breathed out. My hands found her waist, feeling how the thin dress hugged her hips. "Anna, I... I've never been with a woman like this."

She kissed me softly at the corner of my mouth, then my neck, leaving a wet trail.

"Then let me show you. I want to make you... different. Softer. Prettier. Do you want that?"

Her words sounded like a promise. I nodded, feeling my cock already hardening against her belly through the fabric.

Anna smiled and pulled a thin silk scarf from her little purse—the same one we sometimes used to tie our eyes during relaxation in the studio.

"Close your eyes first," she whispered.

I obeyed. The fabric settled over my eyelids, soft but tight. The world went dark, leaving only sensations. Her hands slowly pulled off my shirt, then my pants. I stood almost naked, shivering from the cool air and arousal. Then I felt something light, airy settle on my shoulders—her spare dress, which she'd apparently brought along.

"It'll fit you," she said, her voice full of tenderness. "Look how beautifully it hugs your chest. Your nipples are already hard."

Her fingers touched my nipples through the thin fabric, tweaked them gently, and I moaned. Heat spread through my body. Anna stood behind me, pressing her breasts against my back. Her hands slid down under the dress, wrapping around the base of my cock.

"It's so hard... and hot. But tonight we'll go gentle, slow. I want you to feel like... a girl in my hands."

"Anna," I breathed, swaying from her touch. "I... I want this. Do whatever you want with me."

She turned me to face her, though my eyes were still covered. Her lips found mine in a deep, wet kiss, tongues tangling. While we kissed, her hand moved rhythmically along my cock—not fast, but slow and dragging, squeezing out drops of precum, smearing them over the head.

"Feel how the dress rubs against your skin?" she whispered between kisses. "How it slides over your hips... Imagine you're my soft, obedient little girl."

I nodded, surrendering completely. Anna dropped to her knees, but not to take me in her mouth—instead, she lifted the hem of the dress and pressed her smooth cheek to the inside of my thigh, kissing my skin, moving higher. Then she stood, turned me around, and gently bent me forward, my hands braced against the coatroom wall.

"Legs a little wider... like that," she commanded softly. Her hands spread my ass cheeks, and I felt her finger, wet with saliva, slowly slide into me. "Relax... breathe like in yoga. Inhale... exhale."

I moaned louder as her finger went deeper, touched my prostate. Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. Anna added a second finger, stretching me carefully but firmly. Her free hand wrapped around my cock again, jerking me in rhythm with her fingers.

"You're so wet inside... and out. Look how it drips." She sped up but stayed gentle. "Do you want me to really fuck you?"

"Yes... please," I said, my voice shaking.

Anna pulled out her fingers, and a second later I felt something hard and smooth pressing against my asshole—a strap-on she'd apparently also thought to bring in her bag. She lubed it generously and began to enter me slowly, millimeter by millimeter.

"Oh... so tight... and hot," she breathed as the head slid all the way in. "You grip me so sweetly."

She started moving—first with short, hesitant thrusts, then deeper and more confident. The dress rode up to my waist, the fabric rustling with each thrust. My nipples rubbed against the smooth silk, my cock flopped and slapped against my belly, leaving wet trails.

"Fuck me... harder," I said, bolder now, completely lost in the feeling.

Anna grabbed my hips, driving deeper. Every thrust hit my prostate dead-on, making my whole body tremble. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans mixing with mine.

"You're my pretty girl... my little silk slut," she whispered, speeding up. "Cum... I want to feel you shake around me."

The tension built fast. I couldn't hold back—semen shot out in thick spurts onto the floor, onto the hem of the dress, staining the silk. My body convulsed, my ass clenching around the strap-on. Anna kept thrusting for a few more seconds until she herself trembled in orgasm, pressing her whole body against me.

We froze, breathing hard. She pulled out carefully, untied my eyes. I saw her flushed face, her shining eyes.

"That was—" I started.

"Just the beginning," she interrupted with a sly smile, running her finger through the cum staining my dress. "The night's still young. And we'll need to... wash this dress together."