Mountain Pose

The fire crackled low in the stone hearth, throwing gold across Mei’s bare shoulders as she adjusted my hips in downward dog. Her fingers pressed firm into the small of my back, and I felt the heat of her breath on my spine.

“Deeper, Alex,” she whispered, voice husky from the thin mountain air. “Let me feel you open.”

We were alone in the chalet after the rest of the evening yoga retreat had gone to bed. Snow muffled the world outside the tall windows; inside, the scent of pine, sweat, and Mei’s jasmine oil wrapped around us like a secret. She was my instructor for the week—petite, thirty-two, with silky black hair twisted up and those sharp, dark eyes that always seemed to see exactly how much I wanted her.

Her hands slid lower, thumbs tracing the curve of my ass through thin leggings.

“You’ve been holding tension here all week,” she said, pressing harder. “I think you need a private correction.”

I laughed, shaky. “Is that what they call it in your village, Mei?”

She leaned in until her small, firm breasts brushed my back. “In my village we call it fucking the student who can’t stop staring at my tits during sun salutations.”

Heat shot straight to my cock. I dropped to my knees on the mat, turning to face her. Mei’s eyes sparkled with mischief; she bit her lower lip, then pulled her loose tank top over her head in one smooth motion. Her breasts were perfect—small, high, nipples already tight and dark like ripe berries.

“Touch me,” she ordered softly.

I did. My palms cupped her, thumbs circling those stiff peaks while she sighed and arched. Her skin was fever-hot, slightly damp from the earlier class. She reached down and yanked my shirt off, nails scraping lightly over my chest.

“These hands have been driving me crazy,” she murmured, guiding my fingers to the waistband of her yoga pants. “Show me how you use them.”

I peeled the black fabric down her toned legs. She wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was smooth, lips puffy and already glistening in the firelight. I traced two fingers along her slit, feeling her tremble. Mei grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand harder against her.

“Inside,” she gasped. “Two fingers. Now.”

I pushed in slowly, loving the tight, wet heat that clenched around me. She rocked her hips, riding my hand while her own fingers dug into my shoulders. The wet sounds of my fingers sliding in and out mixed with the pop of the fire and her soft, broken moans.

“Faster… curl them… right there—oh fuck, yes.” Her accent thickened, words tumbling out between pants. “You’re so good with your hands, Alex. I knew you would be.”

I added a third finger, stretching her, feeling her juices coat my palm. Mei’s head fell back, black hair spilling loose. She ground her clit against the heel of my hand, thighs shaking.

Suddenly she pulled away, eyes wild. “On your back. I want to ride those fingers while I watch your face.”

I stretched out on the thick rug. Mei straddled my hips, knees planted wide. She reached down, gripped my aching cock through my shorts, and squeezed.

“So hard for me already. Good.”

She shoved my shorts down just enough to free me, then sank two of her own fingers into her dripping pussy, coating them. With a wicked smile she painted my cock with her slickness, stroking me in long, twisting pulls that made my hips jerk.

“Mei…” I groaned.

She positioned herself over my hand again, lowering until my three fingers slid back inside her. Then she began to move—slow, deliberate rolls of her hips that dragged her swollen clit over my knuckles while her fist pumped my cock in the same rhythm. The mountain air felt electric. Her tight inner walls fluttered, gripping, releasing, her juices running down my wrist.

“Harder,” she demanded, voice cracking. “Fuck me with your hand. Make me come on you.”

I thrust my fingers up into her, matching her pace, feeling her pussy get impossibly wetter. Mei’s free hand braced on my chest; her breasts bounced with every stroke. She started making these tiny, desperate sounds—half-laugh, half-whimper—that drove me insane.

Her eyes locked on mine. “I’m close… don’t stop… I want to soak your fingers, then I want this thick cock in me next.”

Her walls clamped down suddenly, pulsing hard. Mei cried out, body bowing, a hot gush of wetness flooding my hand as she came. Her strokes on my dick faltered, then sped up again, milking me through her orgasm.

She was still trembling when she lifted off my fingers, eyes glazed. A wicked grin spread across her flushed face.

“Your turn,” she panted, already reaching for my cock again. “But this time I’m not stopping until—"