Intimacy in the City – Chapter 13

My hot yoga teacher makes my pussy wet

My body stretches. Every fiber lengthens. Oh God, yoga early on a Saturday morning. We are a group of five girls and a pretty hot trainer.

She loves to walk through the rows and correct our posture. Today she has her eye on me.

I feel her standing very close behind me, about to touch me. First a light pressure on my shoulder, then on my butt.

“More tension, Heidi,” she whispers in my ear.

My yoga instructor is hot, too. She always wears outfits that are way too skimpy for the training session. She usually emphasizes her large, ample breasts by wearing some kind of semi-transparent fabric that reveals her breasts.

Oh no, suddenly she's standing right in front of me and leaning forward. Her breasts are just huge. She probably has a similar cup size to me. 75C, trending toward D.

I would love to take off her top right now and suck her nipples until they're nice and hard. Then slide my hand into her panties and test how wet her pussy is.

But that will probably remain a fantasy. She always gets close to me, but she also gets close to the others. I've also heard about her many male Tinder dates.

“Heidi,” her voice pulls me out of my daydreams.

“You're staying here after class. We need to talk about your pelvic floor tension,” she whispers in my ear.

Immediately, a drop collects between my labia.

What does she have in store for me? It would be too hot if she wanted to make out with me here!

I'm sure I'm just imagining it.

On the other hand, didn't she touch my butt for a little too long?

15 minutes later: “Okay, everyone, that's it for today. I look forward to seeing you next week!”

Suddenly, she looks at me with an intense gaze.

Oh God, I think she really wants to make out with me.

We're alone. She turns to me.

“Heidi. Why is your pelvic floor so tense?” she asks, a little too dominantly.

Oh God. What do I say now? I can't possibly tell her that I've been on the verge of coming hard for the last few days and then it didn't turn into a hot orgasm after all.

She moves closer to me. My pulse quickens. But she looks hot too.

“Well. Yes, good question. I don't know,” I say, nervously fiddling with my elbow.

“I think a yoni massage would do you good,” she suggests.

Yoni massage?! Fuck. She can't be serious. She wants to massage my pussy?

But I don't want her to think I'm indecent. Not that she believes anything else about me.

“Yoooniiiii?” I repeat questioningly.

“It's a massage of a very special place. You know, Heidi, even the best yoga exercise can't work if your yoni isn't relaxed,” she lectures.

“Ahaaaa,” I say with wide eyes. Of course, I know exactly what she's getting at. She wants to massage my labia and make me squirt. But if I react too calmly now, it will take away all the excitement.

“And what area is that?” I ask innocently. “The yoni is the origin. The source. Heidi, your place of residence.”

Okay. Hopefully I haven't taken a wrong turn. Source, where you are? Not that I understand something different by yoni than she does. That would be ultra-embarrassing. I'll just let her continue talking.

I nod eagerly.

“Heidi, the yoni is your pussy.”

“BINGO,” we do have the same dirty minds.

“And now I'm going to massage your pussy, Heidi.”

“Expose the source,” she whispers in my ear.

“Hmmm?”

“The source, Heidi. The source. Expose it.”

Oh, I'm supposed to show my pussy. Just say so!

“Really?” I ask hesitantly.

“Heidi, I'm going to make your source bubble.”

I turn to her, slowly bend forward, pull down my sports leggings, and stand in front of her in my black thong.

“Heidi, the thong is covering your yoni. Expose it.”

I push the black thong aside. Suddenly, I feel her hot lips on my pussy.

She starts licking my yoni. God, that's hot! Her left hand reaches around my leg and grabs my clit.

Oh. My. God. This is way more intense than a boring pussy massage.

She licks me. Massages my clit.

I open my mouth and start moaning.

“Awwwwwww.”

My pussy starts to leak. I drip into her mouth.

Suddenly, my slit starts to smack.

Now she's fucking my pussy too.

Awesome!

She licks me. Massages my clit. And fucks my pussy.

I feel my thighs start to tremble. I'm about to come. I want to leak thick white threads into her mouth.

“Oh, I'm coming. I'm coming.”

There's a bang on the door. Then it's thrown open.

“Cleaning! Cleaning!” shouts a lady with a strong accent.

The yoga instructor immediately pulls her finger out of my dripping pussy.

A wet mop suddenly races across the plastic floor.

I get dressed immediately. With our faces bright red, we stand with our hands folded next to the scene of the crime. In my lust, I've dripped all over the floor. Apparently, my pussy juice didn't just end up in her mouth, but also on the floor.

“Please. Cleaning!” the lady calls out boldly as she wipes away my mess with a vigorous swipe of her mop.