The Evening Class

The restaurant was a tomb of upturned chairs and dying candlelight. I was the last one there, nursing a glass of wine I didn't want, watching Mira wipe down the bar with a slow, deliberate grace that made my skin prickle. She’d been my yoga instructor for six months, and every session had been a lesson in restraint. Tonight, in her faded jeans and a loose tank top with no bra, the lesson was over.

“You’re staring, Alex,” she said, not looking up.

“You’re hard to ignore.”

She finally turned, a dishrag slung over her shoulder. A smirk played on her lips. “That’s what the Warrior Two is for. Focus.”

“I’ve been focused,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “On the way your hips move when you correct my stance. On the sound of your breath when we hold the pose.”

She walked over, the air between us thinning. “And what do you think about when you hear that?”

“This,” I said. I reached out, my fingers brushing the bare skin of her arm. She didn’t pull away. Her skin was warm, and I felt the shiver that ran through her. “About getting you alone. About what I’d do to you.”

Mira’s eyes darkened. She set the rag down, her gaze never leaving mine. “The alarm’s set. We have about an hour before the cops do their drive-by.”

That was all the permission I needed. I closed the distance, my mouth crashing onto hers. She tasted of mint and the faint, sweet tang of the wine. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer, and I pushed her back against the bar. The edge of the counter dug into her hips as I pressed against her, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.

“Fuck, Alex,” she breathed against my lips.

“I’ve wanted you all week,” I said, my hands sliding under her tank top, finding her breasts. They were full, heavy, my thumbs finding her nipples, already hard pebbles. She moaned, arching into my touch.

“I had a feeling,” she said, gasping as I pinched one nipple. “That’s why I wore this.”

She turned around slowly, presenting her ass to me, and unbuttoned her jeans. She shimmied them down over her hips, and that’s when I saw it. Nestled between the perfect curves of her ass was the polished steel base of a small, jeweled butt plug. The sight of it sent a bolt of pure, raw lust straight to my cock.

“Jesus, Mira,” I rasped.

“You like it?” she asked, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her eyes were full of wicked promise. “I wore it for you. Every time I bent over in class, I felt it. I thought of you watching me.”

I ran my hand over the curve of her ass, feeling the cool metal. I pushed on the base, just slightly, and she gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar. “You’ve been sitting through my class with this inside you?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered. “Felt so good. Kept me wet the entire time.”

I dropped to my knees behind her. I spread her cheeks and saw the plug, glistening with her own wetness. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the tight rim of her ass, circling the metal. She moaned loudly, pushing her ass back against my face. I licked and sucked at her, tasting her, the salt of her skin, the faint, clean taste of the lube she’d used. I pulled the plug out just an inch, then pushed it back in, watching her pussy get slicker with each movement.

“Please, Alex,” she begged. “Take it out. I want your cock.”

I pulled the plug out with a soft, wet pop. She gasped, her knees wobbling. I stood up, my own jeans undone in a second, my cock springing free, hard and aching. I didn't waste a moment. I guided the head to her entrance, slick and ready, and I drove into her in one smooth, deep stroke.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out.

I fucked her hard against the bar, her body rocking with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the empty restaurant. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, swollen and hot. I rubbed her in tight circles as I pounded into her from behind.

“You feel so fucking good,” I grunted, my breath hot on her neck.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

I slammed into her, deeper and harder, my fingers working her clit relentlessly. Her whole body tensed, and she screamed my name as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a fist. The sight of her coming undone, the way her ass rippled, sent me over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, I came inside her, my own groan swallowed by her moans.

We stood there, panting, connected. The restaurant was silent again, save for our ragged breaths.

I pulled out slowly, and she turned around, her face flushed, a lazy smile on her lips. She looked down at my softening cock, slick with both of us. “My place is ten blocks away,” she said, her voice a low purr. “I have a whole collection of those things. And a bed that’s much more comfortable than this bar.”

I looked at the mess we’d made, then back at her. “I’m going to need a lot more yoga classes.”

She laughed, a sound that was pure sin. “Let’s start with the night session.”

CATEGORIES: [Butt plug, Yoga, Restaurant, Just the Two of Us, Rough sex]