The Lake House Remedy

The first time I saw Mia, she was correcting my downward dog with her bare foot on my lower back. "Relax your spine, Daniel," she said, and the pressure of her toes sent a jolt straight to my cock. I'd signed up for evening yoga to fix my posture after too many hours hunched over a desk. I hadn't expected my instructor to be a compact, dark-haired woman with eyes the color of the lake she invited us all to retreat at.

Three weeks later, I was the only student who showed up at her lake house. "Everyone else bailed," she said, shrugging into a thin linen shirt. "Something about a work thing. But you're here. So we'll make it work."

The house smelled of cedar and rain. Through the tall windows, the water glinted gray and silver. She rolled out two mats on the wide-plank floor.

"Let's work on hip openers," she said, and the way she said *openers* made my throat dry.

We moved through poses in silence. I couldn't stop watching the way her shirt clung to the small of her back, the smooth curve of her ass in those tight shorts. When she bent forward into a forward fold, the fabric stretched taut across her skin.

"Your hips are so tight," she murmured, coming to stand behind me. Her hands found my waist, pressing. "You're holding all your stress here."

I could feel her breath on my neck. "Maybe I need help releasing it."

She laughed, low and warm. "That's what I'm here for."

She guided me down onto the mat, kneeling beside me. Her hand slid under my shirt, fingers tracing the line of my spine. "You're tense everywhere," she said softly. "Let me fix that."

Her touch moved lower, hooking into the waistband of my shorts. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah," I breathed. "God, yeah."

She pulled my shorts down, and my cock sprang free, hard and aching. Mia's eyes widened, a hungry smile curving her lips. "Jesus, Daniel. You've been hiding this in class?"

I reached for her, pulling her down on top of me. She straddled my hips, and I felt the heat of her through her shorts. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this," I admitted.

"Show me," she whispered.

I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me. Her shirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach. I tugged it over her head, and her breasts spilled out — full, round, with dark nipples already peaked. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she arched into me with a sharp gasp.

"Yes," she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that."

I worked my way down her body, kissing, biting, tasting the salt of her skin. When I reached the waistband of her shorts, she lifted her hips to help me peel them off. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her pussy was slick, dark hair neatly trimmed, and I could smell her — sweet and musky.

"Fuck, you're wet," I said, running a finger through her folds.

"I've been wet since you walked in the door," she admitted, spreading her legs wider. "Please, Daniel. I need you inside me."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. She was so tight, so hot. I pushed in slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure as I filled her inch by inch.

"God, you're big," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "So fucking big."

I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in. She cried out, her back arching off the mat. The sound echoed off the wooden walls, mingling with the lapping of the lake outside.

"More," she begged. "Harder."

I fucked her like she asked, relentless and deep. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Sweat slicked our bodies, and I could feel the trembling in her thighs as she neared the edge.

"I'm going to come," she whimpered. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I drove into her harder, and she shattered beneath me, her inner walls clenching around my cock in wave after wave. The feel of her orgasm pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, pouring into her.

We collapsed in a heap, breathing hard. She laughed, a breathless, surprised sound. "That was..."

"Unexpected?" I offered.

"I was going to say incredible." She propped herself up on an elbow, grinning. "But I meant what I said about your hips. You're still tight."

I laughed. "Give me twenty minutes and you can work on that again."

She glanced out the window at the darkening lake. "Or we could go for a swim first."

"Sounds perfect."