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Shreya wasn’t expecting this private yoga instructor to be so hot. As soon as she saw Simran, she had to stop herself from actively staring. Simran was tall and slim, showing up at Shreya’s front door. She wore a tight pair of black yoga pants and a black sports bra.
Shreya wished she had worn something a little cuter. Her top was a little ratty, and her pants weren’t nearly as flattering as Simran’s. Simran was very friendly, and the best yoga instructor Shreya had ever seen. She first took them through a series of breathing exercises.
They sat on their mats. Shreya could have sworn she felt Simran staring at her as she closed her eyes, breathing in and out. “All right, let’s move on to the flow,” said Simran, and they got to their feet. This is the best part.
She got behind Shreya and placed one hand on each hip, helping to square off Shreya’s body. Shreya’s heart was racing, and it wasn’t from the yoga. “Does that feel okay?” Shreya asked quietly. “Yeah, it feels really good,” Came Shreya’s breathy voice.
Was it just her imagination, or was Simran keeping her hands there a lot longer than necessary? Shreya turned her head back, and then her eyes locked onto Simran’s. “Are you always this hands-on?” Shreya asked. Straightening up, she pulled her ponytail across one shoulder.
Simran smiled and stepped towards Shreya. The afternoon light was shining through the big living room windows, casting a warm glow across them. She was now only an inch or so from Shreya’s face. “Not really,” she said quietly before pressing her lips against Shreya’s.
Shreya melted against Simran. The kiss quickly turned from a gentle peck into a passionate makeout session where their tongues were colliding. They stayed like that for several minutes. Relaxing into each other and allowing their hands to run up and down each other’s bodies.
Before either of them could even wrap their minds around what they were doing, they were down on the floor on Shreya’s yoga mat. Simran was on top of her, kissing her lips before working her way down to her collarbone. Neither of them could quite believe this was happening.
When she reached Shreya’s sports bra top, Simran reached for the bottom of it. She helped to slide it off over Shreya’s head. Oh fuck, she moaned, taking Shreya’s two large breasts in her hands. They were heavy and soft, and she ran her thumbs across her nipples.
“How are you this sexy?” Shreya was thicker and curvier than Simran, and she loved it. Her skin was begging to be explored, to have fingers and teeth sinking into it. Shreya only laughed quietly as a response before Simran lowered her head down to lick her nipples.
Shreya inhaled sharply, closing her eyes. When Simran started kissing her even lower, her entire body trembled. She could hardly stand it. “Ah, what kind of yoga proposes this?”
Simran laughed, tugging Shreya’s pants off of her. “This is only for the very advanced students.” Her green eyes sparkled as she looked down at the beautiful woman below her. Feeling her pussy throb with anticipation, Simran dropped down between Shreya’s legs.
Simran began to kiss and lick Shreya’s pussy. It was so soft and smooth, topped by a small patch of brown hair. Simran breathed her in and then focused her attention on Shreya’s clit. She loved the immediate reaction from Shreya how her body started to shake and tense up.
“Huh, fuck, that feels amazing, keep doing that.” She trailed off into a sigh. Simran, of course, was in no rush. She took her time pleasing Shreya, allowing her tongue to stroke her clit in slow, consistent strokes. Finally, Shreya’s breathing started to get faster and faster.
Simran’s heart was racing. She was so excited to make Shreya come to taste all her wetness. She had been to many yoga clients’ houses before. But no one was as stunning as the beautiful whose pussy she was eating right now.
“Ugh fuck. Ugh,” cried out Shreya. Her back was arching away from the yoga mat. “Yes, oh my god.” Simran continued to lick her clit through the entirety of her orgasm. Finally, she was sitting upright, smiling down at Shreya. Shreya smiled right back and watched Simran lick her lips.
“Hah, huh, You’re maybe the best yoga teacher I’ve ever had.” She sat up and began to help Simran out of her cute yoga outfit, revealing a toned, taut body. It made Shreya’s eyes widen. She got on top of Simran. Now, Simran’s hands squeezed her ass. It made a shiver run down her spine.
But Shreya made herself take her time. Shreya gently moved Simran’s head to the side and began to kiss her neck. She loved being able to hear the way Simran breathed so sharply and shallowly. As she did so, Simran moaned a smile, pulling at her lips.
Shreya now began to kiss her way down the front of her throat and to her breasts. She sucked each of Simran’s nipples into her mouth, one by one. Simran let out a gasp each time Shreya moved on the taut surface of her yoga teacher’s stomach.
Finally reaching between her legs, she decided to tease her a little bit by kissing everywhere but her pussy. Shreya pressed her lips against Simran’s in her thighs, leaving a trail of gentle bites until she was back at Simran’s clit. Ugh fuck yes, groaned Simran as Shreya’s tongue slid across her clit.
She ran two fingers up against Simran’s wet slit, where she was sticky and warm. Simran’s body seemed to reflexively move closer to Shreya’s hand as she did this, so Shreya decided to slide her fingers inside her pussy. She moved them back and forth as her tongue repeatedly glided across her clit.
Simran was in heaven. Her body relaxed against the yoga mat on the floor. Shreya pleasured her with her hands and mouth. This certainly wasn’t what she was expecting from today’s private lesson, but she wasn’t going to complain. She reached down to keep Shreya’s head right where it was.
She could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming. The familiar sensation was starting in her centre, growing and growing. Until finally, an orgasm crashed over her. Her mouth was wide open as she moaned and sighed. Her voice tapered off into a whimpering sound.
She felt weak and dizzy, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm that intense. Shreya sat up from in between Simran’s legs, smiling as she licked her lips. Her chin was glossy from Simran’s wetness. She leaned over her yoga teacher and kissed her, but Simran had other plans.
She pulled Shreya closer against her in a playful cuddle, making Shreya squeal. “So after a yoga class, I like to take a nice hot shower,” said Simran, raising her eyebrows at Shreya. “What do you think?”
Shreya bit her lower lip. “I think that sounds like the perfect thing to do after the workout we just had.” The two of them stood up, and Shreya took Simran by the hand.
She led the way down the hallway to the bathroom. Simran gave her ass a playful smack as she went. She had a feeling she’d be coming back here quite often for private yoga sessions at Shreya’s house.
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