Amanecer en la estera

The first rays of dawn painted the hotel balcony in soft gold, but all I could focus on was Lena’s tight ass stretching upward in downward dog right in front of me. She was my evening yoga teacher back home, all calm voice and firm hands correcting postures. Now we were both guests at this cliffside resort, and last night’s wine had led us here—her private sunrise session turning filthy fast. My cock throbbed against my thin shorts as I held the pose, sweat already beading on my skin from the warm sea breeze.

“Hold it deeper, Alex,” Lena whispered, her voice low so the neighboring balconies wouldn’t hear. She dropped to her knees behind me, palms sliding up my hamstrings. “Feel that stretch… but I see something else stretching too.”

I glanced back. Her sports bra barely contained her full tits, nipples hard from the cool morning air. “Can’t help it when your pussy’s basically waving at me in those leggings,” I muttered, voice husky.

She laughed softly, a husky sound that made my balls tighten. Without another word she hooked her fingers into my waistband and tugged my shorts down just enough for my hard cock to spring free. The sea waves crashed below, masking the wet slap as she wrapped her hand around me.

“Shh… we’re not the only ones awake,” she warned, but her grip pumped me slowly, thumb circling the leaking tip. I bit my lip to stay quiet. She peeled her own leggings down to mid-thigh in one smooth motion, revealing her smooth, already glistening pussy. No panties. The morning light caught the slick shine between her lips.

I couldn’t wait. I spun, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back onto all fours on the thick outdoor mat. “Need to be inside you now,” I growled against her ear, rubbing my cockhead along her slit. She pushed back, coating me in her juices.

“Then fuck me quiet,” she breathed, arching her back. I thrust forward in one smooth stroke, burying my thick cock balls-deep in her tight heat. Her walls clenched around me like velvet fire. The sound of our bodies meeting was muffled by the distant surf and the cry of gulls, but I could hear every tiny wet squelch, every suppressed gasp.

Lena dropped her chest to the mat, ass high, face turned sideways so I could see her biting her own wrist. “God, you’re so deep… right there, Alex. Don’t stop.”

I set a steady, pounding rhythm, hips slapping her firm ass. Each thrust made her tits sway beneath her. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked her. The hotel balcony railing creaked faintly as she gripped it for leverage. Morning sunlight warmed our joined skin; I could smell her coconut sunscreen mixed with the sharp scent of sex.

“Harder,” she panted, voice barely above the breeze. “Make me cum before the whole floor wakes up.”

I gave it to her, driving faster, the wet sounds growing louder despite our efforts to stay silent. Her pussy fluttered, then clamped down hard. She came with a muffled whine, thighs shaking, juices dripping down my balls onto the mat. The contractions pulled me right to the edge.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back in one move, and pushed her knees to her chest. Her leggings were still tangled around her ankles like makeshift bondage. Sliding back into her soaked pussy in missionary, I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes now, grinding my pelvis against her clit each time. The new angle made her eyes roll back.

“Fill me,” she whispered urgently, nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to feel your cum leaking out all day at the beach.”

That did it. I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing thick ropes deep inside her. She came again with me, quieter this time, just a series of tiny gasps and fluttering eyelids. Our bodies trembled together as the sun climbed higher, painting us in warm light.

Afterward we stayed locked like that, breathing hard, my softening cock still nestled in her creamy pussy. A light laugh bubbled out of her first.

“Well… good morning to you too,” Lena said, grinning up at me, cheeks flushed. She traced a finger down my chest. “Think the neighbors heard?”

I chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to her sweaty neck. “If they did, they’re probably jealous as hell.” We lay there tangled on the mat, listening to the sea, already plotting excuses to skip the group breakfast.