Yoga Flowing Part 2: The Retreat

It was Wednesday morning when Ryan’s phone buzzed. He didn’t have the number saved. The notification preview showed only: “Thinking about you…”

He opened the message and paused. It was a photo. Just enough light. Just enough shadow.

Sadie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her skin glowing in soft morning light. She wore nothing but a sheer white tank top — no bra — and a pair of barely-there pink panties that dipped low at the waist. Her toned thighs framed her reflection. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, fully visible.

Under the photo, the caption read: Clear your weekend. I’ve got plans for you.

Ryan’s breath caught in his chest.

A second message came through moments later: Yoga + You = yes.

I’m hosting a private overnight retreat for a few… special students. I’ll pick you up Saturday morning.

All you need:
* Clean bill of health (yes, I mean a recent STD test
* Swimsuit
* Yoga clothes (or not, up to you)

You in?

Ryan stared at the screen, heart pounding. His mind raced through the possibilities — her voice, her body, the way she moved. That voice in his ear.

How did you get my number?

She replied. Hacked the student information at the gym.

He grinned and typed back: I’ll be ready. Every way you need.

Saturday morning.

Seattle’s streets were still quiet when Ryan stepped to the curb with a small black duffel over his shoulder. He wore a fitted black tee, slim joggers, and white sneakers. Tucked into his bag was everything Sadie had asked for: swimsuit, yoga clothes, and a sealed envelope — a clean bill of health.

A sleek black Audi Q5 pulled up with a confident hum. The window rolled down.

Sadie looked over the top of her sunglasses — oversized and expensive, lenses tinted just enough to hide the direction of her eyes. But Ryan could feel them on him.

She was all legs. Long, tan, glowing.

She wore tiny charcoal-gray yoga shorts — high-waisted, but cut scandalously short — hugging every line of her thighs and hips. A minimal black sports bra clung to her body, the neckline sharp and low. Her toned core flexed with every subtle shift as she sat with one hand resting on the wheel.

“Get in, yogi,” she said, lips curling into a slow smile.

Ryan opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. The cabin smelled like her — fresh, warm, faintly floral. She leaned in, brushed her hand across his thigh, and kissed him softly on the cheek. “I hope you're ready,” she whispered.

No small talk. She just drove.

They headed north on I-5, city falling behind in the mirror. Her window was cracked. The wind teased strands of her loose hair, and sunlight highlighted the strong lines of her thighs. Ryan tried not to stare. Failed. She didn’t mind — she just smiled again and turned up the music.

When they veered east onto Highway 20, the road curved into mountains, thick with fir and pine. Snow still clung to the distant peaks of the North Cascades. The deeper they drove, the quieter everything felt — like they were crossing into somewhere else entirely.

Sadie finally spoke as the road twisted through a forest of fir and cedar.

“It’s Taylor’s house,” she said. “She’s a badass lawyer. Made a fortune representing a startup that went public and bought the place to escape, and as a kind of retreat. But it’s not just for anyone. She only invites people who meet her… standards.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “And I made the cut?”

Sadie smiled, eyes still on the road. “Let’s just say you’re a strong referral.”

She glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “Also, you’re Claudia Moretti’s in-house counsel, aren’t you?”

Ryan blinked. “You did your homework.”

“Taylor did. She has a thing for competence.”

Ryan laughed, shaking his head. “So I’m here as a vetted guest?”

“You’re here because I wanted you,” she said simply. “But Taylor runs the show.”

Sadie went on: “McKenna, she’s a news anchor in Seattle. Might recognize her. Lisa’s a neuroscientist, but she also teaches tantric meditation on the side. Don’t ask her what she does with brainwaves unless you’re ready to lose control of your own.”

Ryan chuckled. “And the guys?”

“Javi sells ultra-luxury real estate. Theo runs operations for a billion-dollar private equity firm. Milo started and sold a fintech app. All good guys. Handsome. Smart. Thoroughly screened.”

She smiled again. “Just like you.”

Ryan tilted his head. “And what about you, Miss Yoga Teacher?”

Sadie smirked. “My startup’s the one Taylor helped take public.”

Ryan blinked again. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly. I like yoga better. Hacking the world’s harder than it looks.” She shot him a grin. “Hacking your number from the gym was much more fun.”

Eventually, she turned off the highway onto a private drive, gated, gravel, winding between trees, and pulled up in front of a house that looked like it belonged in an architectural magazine.

It wasn’t a cabin. It was a sanctuary. Cedar and glass. Sharp lines and soft shadows. The Skagit River rushed just beyond the trees.

Sunlight reflected off a hot tub on the back deck. A wooden sauna peeked out from the side, tucked beneath old growth firs. Down a narrow path, sunlight glinted off a deep swimming hole between mossy rocks.

Ryan exhaled slowly.

This wasn’t a getaway. This was a setup.

And he couldn’t wait.

The moment they stepped inside the house, a burst of warm air and sunlight wrapped around them. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the river. Cool wood floors met warm cedar beams, and somewhere deeper in the house, music pulsed softly — low, mellow, sensual.

“Finally,” a voice called from the hallway.

McKenna appeared, barefoot and sun-kissed, her red hair catching every ounce of the late morning light like fire. She wore a bright pink bikini top, barely holding back her full breasts, and sheer mesh shorts that showed everything. As she turned to greet them, the thin fabric gave no effort at modesty. Her thong bottoms were hot pink to match, disappearing into the firm curves of her ass.

She stopped in front of Ryan, smiled like she knew something he didn’t.

“You must be Ryan,” she said, looking him up and down, then grinning at Sadie. “Good choice.”

McKenna stepped aside and motioned toward the back of the house. “Everyone’s already out by the river. First hot day we’ve had, we’re celebrating. Water’s still cold as hell, though.” She winked. “Clothes optional.”

She strolled off toward the kitchen, hips swaying lazily, the light through her shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

Sadie leaned in close and whispered, “Welcome to the deep end.”

She took Ryan by the hand and led him up the floating staircase to the second floor, moving with that same slow grace he remembered from yoga class.

As they stepped into a bright corner bedroom, the river roaring faintly below, Sadie dropped her bag on the bed and closed the door behind them.

“We’re sharing a room,” she said simply, as if that had never been in question.

She turned to him and reached for the hem of her tight black sports bra, her chest rising as she looked at him. “I’ve been waiting all morning to get my hands on you,” she said.

She pulls of her sports bra in one clean motion, her perfect breasts bouncing out.

She stepped forward, kissed him deeply, and began pulling his shirt up over his head.

Sadie pulled Ryan’s shirt over his head and let it fall behind her. She placed both hands on his chest, her bright red manicure vivid against his skin. Slowly, she let her palms glide down his torso — firm, defined, warm — then curled them around his waist and swept back up his spine.

She stepped closer, letting her body press into him. Her nipples, already hard, grazed his chest with a tingling friction, like the trail of a feather charged with static. Ryan felt it through his whole body.

His cock thickened fast beneath his joggers, a noticeable bulge forming as she traced her fingers lower. Her hand slipped down and grabbed him through the soft fabric. She let out a low hum of appreciation.

“Mmm,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Still just as perfect. Maybe even better.”

She slowly untied his joggers and tugged them down his hips. His cock sprang free, fully hard, veined and ready. Sadie’s eyes lit up. She gave a quiet, almost reverent moan.

“God, I love this dick,” she said, stroking it once from base to tip. “I’ve been craving you all week.”

She gently pushed Ryan back onto the bed with one gentle push to his chest. Her tiny yoga shorts hit the floor in one smooth motion, no panties underneath. Just a soft triangle of neatly trimmed hair above her glistening, already-wet pussy.

She climbed onto the bed between his legs and lowered her head.

Her lips closed around his tip, her tongue swirling slow, delicate circles. The pleasure hit him like a pulse. He exhaled sharply, his whole body responding.

A small drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip.

Sadie moaned when she tasted it. “Mmm. Sweet. You always taste this good for me?”

She opened wider and began to take him deeper, one inch at a time, until the full length of him disappeared into her mouth. No hesitation. No gag. Just pure control.

She came up for air with a gasp, then began again; slow, steady strokes, her hand working in rhythm. Wet, warm, perfect.

His hips lifted instinctively with each pass. The pleasure shimmered up his spine.

Sadie paused and looked up at him with a wicked smile. “Come fuck me fast. Hard. Deep. We don’t want to keep them waiting too long.”

She rolled off him and onto her back, spreading her legs with effortless grace. Her pussy was slick and ready, begging to be filled.

Ryan climbed over her, pressing the head of his cock to her entrance. He eased in slowly, savoring the tight heat. Then began to thrust faster, harder, driven by how wet she was and how badly she wanted it.

Their bodies collided over and over again.

Then the door creaked open.

“Hey, Sadie— Oh.”

Taylor stood in the doorway like she owned it, because she did. 5'1", platinum blonde, glowing skin kissed by the sun. She wore nothing on top. Her small, perky breasts were completely bare, nipples taut from the cool air conditioning upstairs. A delicate silver barbell pierced her left one, glinting in the light.

Bright, cheeky-cut bikini bottoms clung to her hips, a vivid teal color that popped against her smooth skin and showed the bottom curve of her perfect ass.

“Wasting no time, I see,” she said, stepping inside. “Please, don’t stop on my account.”

She dropped into the chair by the window, legs crossed, clearly enjoying the show.

Sadie didn’t miss a beat. She threw her arms around Ryan’s neck and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, pulling him even deeper inside of her.

“Hi, baby,” Sadie said sweetly to Taylor between gasps. “You’re just in time.”

The exhibitionism, the two stunning women, one watching, one gasping beneath him, pushed Ryan into overdrive. He began slamming into her harder, faster, deeper.

They fucked, hard. Taylor just watched.

Sadie’s moans turned louder, breathless, each thrust stealing more air from her lungs.

“Oh f-fuck, Ryan—yes—yes—right there!”

Her orgasm hit hard. Her legs clamped, her toes curled, her body shook as she cried out his name.

“Cum for me,” she gasped, “All over me. I want to feel it.”

Ryan pulled out quickly, already teetering at the edge. Sadie reached for him instantly, grabbing his cock in her hand and stroking with practiced rhythm.

The first spurt shot high, landing across her chin and spraying her cheek. She laughed — delighted, messy, wild.

“Yes, give it all to me.”

The second hit between her breasts. She kept stroking. His hips jerked again and again. The final bursts pooled down across her toned abs, dripping into her navel.

She let her hand linger on him as he finished, his body twitching with aftershocks.

Taylor’s voice came from across the room, warm and admiring. “Holy shit… that was so fucking hot.”

Sadie grinned up at Ryan, then stood, cum glistening down her chest and belly, already starting to trail lower.

“I’m a mess,” she said, still smiling, and sauntered into the bathroom, her hips swinging, a drop of cum sliding down past her navel.

Taylor stayed seated, eyes on Ryan.

“So,” she said casually, like they hadn’t just met in the middle of a sex scene, “you’re gonna like this weekend.”

Taylor flipped a folder open. He hadn’t noticed it in her hands. “So, Ryan. Claudia Moretti’s in-house guy, right?”

Ryan blinked. “You know that?”

Taylor winked. “I do my homework.”

She pulled out a form. “This is an NDA. You sign it, we have fun. That simple.”

Then she pulled out another paper. “STD check?”

Ryan handed her the envelope. She scanned it and smiled. “Perfect. You’re cleared for takeoff.”

He chuckled. “You’re very… thorough.”

She looked down at her bare chest, shrugged. “Always am.”

Sadie returned, fresh and glowing, wiping a final bit of moisture from her belly. “You ready to swim?”

Ryan nodded, still breathless. He grabbed a pair of swim shorts from his bag.

Sadie tossed on a red thong bikini bottom, matching her nails, no top, slipping her sunglasses on as she walked past. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk.

“Let’s go turn some heads.”

Ryan followed Sadie and Taylor downstairs, the soft thud of bare feet on wood matching the sway of hips in front of him. The back doors opened wide onto a stretch of lawn sloping toward a sandy beach and a deep, still section of the river, framed by evergreens.

The sun was already hot, but the scene outside was hotter.

As they stepped off the deck, Ryan’s eyes stayed locked on the two women walking ahead. Taylor's tiny teal bottoms framed the curve of her ass with unapologetic bounce, and her bare back shimmered slightly in the light. Sadie’s red thong hugged her just enough to stay on, her legs long, her breasts gently jiggling with each step down the stairs.

They looked like they belonged here — glowing, unbothered, free.

By the edge of the river, McKenna was standing near a wide towel, tugging off her sheer mesh shorts. Her pink bottoms were so small they looked painted on. When she pulled off her top, her full, heavy breasts spilled out, swaying naturally with each motion. Her areolas were light and soft, nipples already peaked from the breeze off the river.

She stretched luxuriously, red hair catching the sun like flame.

A low whistle came from Javi as he reclined on a beach mat nearby. “Jesus, McKenna. You’re gonna get us all in trouble.”

He was tan and sharp-featured, dark eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, shirtless and glistening. A Polynesian-style sleeve tattoo wrapped around one arm, continuing partially across his chest. Defined without looking try-hard, Javi looked like a man used to pool decks and power lunches — but his focus now was entirely, hungrily, on her.

McKenna smirked over her shoulder. “That’s the point, papi.”

Further down the sand, Lisa lay stretched out on a towel, fully nude, basking. Her caramel skin gleamed under a coat of oil, her long limbs glistening as she turned slightly to expose more of her body to the sun. She was impossibly sultry — full hips, high cheekbones, and dark hair fanned behind her. Her breasts were perfect and natural, heavy with soft volume, nipples dusky and relaxed. Her pussy, perfectly bare, shone slightly from the oil too.

Theo sat nearby, legs stretched out in front of him, resting back on his elbows. He was tall and solidly built, square jaw dusted with stubble, a buzzed head and dark brows giving him an intense, brooding handsomeness. He wore charcoal swim trunks that clung to his muscular thighs, and his gaze traced the curve of Lisa’s waist like he was sketching it in his mind.

“You always sunbathe naked?” he asked, his voice gravel and velvet.

Lisa didn’t open her eyes. “Only when I want to be admired.”

Theo huffed a laugh. “Then mission accomplished.”

Two others were already in the water, waist-deep in the still pool. One was wiry with sandy curls and a mischievous grin — Milo. The other was taller, broader, with a swimmer’s torso and a quiet air about him — Ryan, new to the scene, still soaking it in.

Milo splashed water up at Ryan and called out, “Bet you didn’t think ‘river retreat’ meant full frontal Fridays.”

Ryan shook his head, grinning. “I knew Sadie was adventurous. I didn’t realize the whole crew was.”

“Man,” Milo said, slicking his wet hair back, “you’re in for a weekend.”

Taylor twirled once on the sand and announced, “Alright, beach crew — this is Ryan!”

She strutted right over to McKenna, still topless, and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind. “McKenna’s our resident firestarter,” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Hot, wild, and extremely bendy.”

McKenna winked at Ryan. “I love pilates,” she said, like it explained everything.

Ryan tried to play it cool, but his eyes were locked on her breasts. “Noted,” he managed, voice slightly hoarse.

Taylor sauntered over to Lisa next. “And this, of course, is Lisa. Don’t let her perfect stillness fool you. She’s dangerous.”

Lisa opened one eye. She just smiled lazily and reached out toward Sadie, who had just spread out a towel next to her.

“You’ve got something in your hair, babe.” A faint Spanish accent, teasing.

Sadie blinked, confused, as Lisa’s fingers gently brushed a strand behind her ear. She held the fingertip up, a tiny glint of something creamy. Cum.

Lisa laughed. “Oh wow. Is this what I think it is?”

Sadie looked at her, then at Ryan, then smirked without answering.

Lisa brought the finger to her nose, smelled, then licked it, and turned her eyes to Ryan. “You two really didn’t waste any time.”

Javi barked a laugh. “Damn!”

Taylor flopped down onto the sand beside them and added, “Oh no, you should’ve seen it. I walked in at just the right moment.” Her voice dropped to a teasing purr. “He covered her whole body. It was so hot I nearly came just watching.”

Lisa chuckled, stretched her long legs out, and let her fingers trail across her glistening stomach. “Mm. Well. If Ryan’s that kind of man... I think he’s going to fit very well in this little circle.”

Theo tipped his drink toward Ryan with a faint smile. “No pressure or anything.”

Taylor looked back at him, eyes sparkling. “Welcome to my little retreat.”

The sun climbed higher overhead, burning off the last hints of morning mist. The air was warm, thick with the scent of pine, sun-warmed skin, and river rock. Down by the beach, laughter rose and fell like the breeze.

McKenna dove headfirst into the swimming hole with a sharp gasp, resurfacing with water streaming down her curves. Milo whistled. “Alright, McKenna, showoff.”

“I don’t half-ass my entries,” she called back.

Taylor sat straddling a low wooden bench, her legs draped over Milo’s lap while he traced idle circles on her inner thigh. “Comfortable?” she asked.

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “More than.”

Javi passed out drinks — crisp rosé in heavy tumblers — moving like he owned every inch of the sand. Ryan noticed his abs looked carved from stone under the sun. “Don’t say I never play host,” Javi said, handing one to Ryan.

“Appreciated,” Ryan replied. “This might be the best welcome I’ve ever gotten.”

Theo rubbed sunscreen into Lisa’s lower back, his big hands deliberate, lingering. She didn’t seem to mind at all — in fact, she arched slightly under his touch.

“You’re thorough,” Lisa murmured.

“I aim to please,” Theo said, low and close.

Sadie slipped into the shallows, her red thong translucent now, breasts bare, nipples tight from the water. She flicked her hair back and beckoned to Ryan with a look.

He joined her. The water was cold, but her touch was fire.

They stayed close. Hands under water. Teasing. Exploring. Her foot trailing up his leg. A whispered promise against his neck. But they didn’t go further — not yet. Just the spark of want, deliberately unfulfilled.

Javi, watching from shore, nudged Milo with his elbow. “Bet they don’t make it ten more minutes.”

Milo raised his drink. “I give it five.”

Then Taylor’s voice rang out from her towel.

“Alright, lovers — yoga starts in half an hour. Get cleaned up and meet me in the temple.”

There was a ripple of movement. Groans, laughter, the sound of towels snapping.

Sadie turned to Ryan, droplets clinging to her skin like glitter. “Come with me,” she said, tugging his hand. “There is a shower outdoors. And big enough for friends.”

They walked up the path toward the house, sun-warmed stone under their bare feet. The air smelled of river water and pine needles, with a trace of citrus from the drinks still clinging to their lips.

Just off the side of the main deck, tucked behind a gracefully curved wooden screen, was the outdoor shower.

It was stunning.

Three oversized rain-style heads poured down from a cedar beam overhead. Warm slatted floors, a bench along the back wall, hooks with thick linen towels. Open to the sky, but private in all the right ways — a little temple of heat, wood, and water.

Sadie stepped beneath the first stream and tipped her head back, eyes closing as the warm water soaked her hair and cascaded down her body. Her breasts lifted with her breath, slick with droplets. The red thong was gone now — she was fully bare. The water made her skin glow.

She let out a soft, involuntary moan. “God, that feels incredible.”

Ryan stepped in beside her. The steam curled around his chest and shoulders, highlighting every hard line. He had the kind of body that made women stare twice — not bulky, but strong, carved from discipline. Beads of water rolled over his abs as he tilted his head under the spray.

Sadie reached for the soap — creamy, fragrant, and soft in her hands. She worked it into a lather and began trailing it across his chest, down his arms, the flat of her palms sliding over every ridge of muscle.

“You clean up nicely,” she murmured.

“Still dirty,” Ryan replied, voice low.

He reached for her in return, sliding soapy hands over her curves — her waist, her hips, her breasts slick and shimmering. He cupped her ass, fingers spreading just slightly, as if to memorize it.

Then, behind them, the sound of feet on wood. Laughter. Low voices.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” McKenna called, stepping in without hesitation. Her body was flushed from the sun, red hair damp from the swim. Her breasts bounced lightly as she walked, full and natural, skin glowing with river sheen.

“We’re just here to help,” she added, grinning.

Lisa followed, moving like poured honey. Her caramel skin gleamed, the muscles in her thighs flexing with each barefoot step. Her nipples were soft but slightly peaked from the cooler air, and she didn’t seem to care who noticed.

Theo, Milo, and Javi trailed behind, each peeling off swimwear without a hint of self-consciousness.

Javi stretched as he stepped in, revealing the full expanse of his inked chest. His cock swung heavy between his thighs as he walked toward the far shower head. “Now this is how you do aftercare.”

Theo said nothing, but gave Ryan a look — equal parts curiosity and camaraderie — as he passed by and took the bench seat. His body was all dense strength, thighs thick, cock thickening slightly as he sat.

Milo ran a hand through his curls, water dripping down his lean chest. “This is starting to feel like a shampoo commercial I shouldn’t be allowed to watch.”

The shower filled with bodies. Water poured from all sides. Hands reached for each other — some playful, some reverent. No one was shy.

Lisa stepped behind Sadie, pulling her hair back gently and beginning to work in shampoo. Her fingers massaged Sadie’s scalp slowly, luxuriously. “God, your hair’s so soft,” she whispered, a smile in her voice.

McKenna moved behind Ryan, her breasts brushing lightly against his back as she reached around to lather his chest. Her hands were slow, teasing, fingers spreading the slick soap over his abs. “Let me get this spot,” she murmured, voice close to his ear.

“Thanks,” Ryan said, swallowing.

“Just being thorough,” McKenna said with a wink, sliding her hands lower before peeling away.

Javi stood under the middle spray, water washing over his broad shoulders. He looked over at Lisa and smirked. “You sure this isn’t initiation?”

Lisa turned, her body gleaming, and said sweetly, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Milo was rinsing off beside Theo now, both of them wet and silent for a moment, just soaking it in. Then Milo muttered, “This might be the best weekend of my life.”

Theo gave a quiet grunt of agreement, eyes fixed on the slow way McKenna wrung water from her hair.

People moved around each other in easy rhythm — lathering, rinsing, laughing softly. McKenna passed behind Sadie, her hand brushing her hip. Lisa reached for Milo’s back, smoothing soap across his shoulders. Javi slicked suds down McKenna’s spine, and she arched slightly at the touch.

But no one crossed the line. Not yet.

Just skin. Soap. Heat. The promise of more.

Eventually, they began to peel away — wrapping themselves in towels, hair dripping, cheeks flushed. Some walked barefoot into the house, others lingered for a moment longer under the final rush of water.

Ryan caught one last glance at Sadie as she stepped out ahead of him. Her body glistened, curves wrapped in steam, and when she looked back over her shoulder, it was with a grin full of heat.

“Ready for yoga?” she asked, eyes dancing.

Ryan exhaled. “Not even close.”

Sadie leaned into Ryan, her cheek against his shoulder. “Let’s get changed,” she whispered. “The temple is my favorite part.”

They returned to their room, still damp, skin sun-kissed and glowing. Sadie pulled on a clingy slate-gray sports bra and matching shorts, her hair damp and wild around her shoulders. Ryan slipped into loose black shorts and a sleeveless top.

They walked barefoot down the floating staircase, silence wrapping around them like silk.

At the base of the house, through double glass doors, was the temple.

It wasn’t called that as a joke.

The space opened wide, framed in wood and light. The far wall was entirely glass, looking out over the river as it curved around a bend. The floor was smooth, dark bamboo. Dozens of candles flickered on low wooden shelves. Soft instrumental music hummed through hidden speakers — tones and bells, soothing and sensual.

Yoga mats were already laid out, spaced evenly. A faint scent of sandalwood drifted through the air.

Sadie squeezed Ryan’s hand. Her voice was low. “You’ve never done yoga like this.”

Taylor stood at the front of the room, barefoot, glowing, serene — the light from the river outlining her curves in a wash of gold. Her matching pink sports bra and yoga shorts hugged every line of her toned, graceful body.

“Let your body arrive before your thoughts do,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Let everything else fall away.”

The flow was slow and fluid, not demanding, but deeply satisfying. Just enough effort to feel delicious. Just enough stretch to melt the edges of thought. Taylor guided them from downward dog into low lunges, gentle twists, and heart-opening poses that made hips hum and spines sigh.

She moved through the room like a current, correcting alignment with a confident hand on a thigh or a subtle lift of the chin. When she passed Ryan, her fingers brushed briefly over his low back, grounding him. That small, intentional touch sent a flicker of heat straight down his spine.

Across the room, the men moved with quiet grace. Javi’s dark skin glistened as he held a deep lunge, his Polynesian tattoo sleeve flexing over his forearm. Theo’s buzzed head dipped forward into a stretch, broad shoulders rippling. Milo moved with lithe ease, his sandy curls damp with sweat, a playful smirk tugging at his lips whenever Taylor passed by.

They ended with a peaceful, relaxing savasana.

Lisa had started in a dark, fitted yoga top and leggings. But sometime during the final savasana, she’d quietly changed.

Now she stood near the back, barefoot, hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. She wore only a completely sheer, smoky-gray wrap tied low on her hips. It revealed everything — her breasts, soft and natural, her nipples slightly peaked from the room’s coolness, her toned belly, her thighs, her quiet, coiled power.

Taylor rolled out of her final stretch, voice still buttery-soft. “Now that your bodies are open,” she said, “let’s open something else.”

She nodded toward Lisa. “You’re up, professor.”

Lisa walked slowly to the front of the room, the wrap fluttering with each step, her body gleaming faintly with sweat and sunlight. She stopped, lifted her arms, and let the room go still.

Her voice was silk-wrapped science.

“As a neuroscientist, I study the connections between sensation and perception. How thought becomes arousal. How arousal becomes energy. How energy becomes release.”

Her Spanish accent turned every word into something lush.

She began to walk slowly, barefoot, circling the group like a hypnotist with no pendulum, just presence.

“Most people think of pleasure as a reaction. A reflex. A release. But it’s more than that. Your mind can summon desire. Expand it. Delay it. Shape it. You can learn to ride it like a wave… or wield it like fire.”

Her voice dropped just slightly. Javi shifted where he sat, cock already swelling against his thigh.

“Think of your arousal as a current running through your body. The more attention you give it, the stronger it becomes. The more control you learn, the more expansive your orgasm can be.”

A soft, collective exhale moved through the room.

Lisa paused behind Ryan, her voice lowering to a near-whisper.

“Control doesn’t mean denial. It means staying at the edge. Feeling everything. Letting it build… without tipping. Not until you choose. Not until you guide that release like a master painter guides a brush across canvas.”

Her words settled deep — rhythmic, vivid, undeniably arousing.

“You can come from breath. From thought. From nothing but presence. Or you can build pressure until you explode into something cosmic.”

Lisa let her eyes sweep the room.

“I promise, the most powerful orgasms of your life don’t just happen. They’re designed.”

She waited a moment, letting the tension stretch.

Then she smiled that slow, knowing smile.

“Ladies,” she said, her voice like warm water over silk, “let’s teach our new initiate the techniques.”

Her eyes flicked to Ryan.

And the room began to shift.

Lisa walked toward Ryan, her hips swaying, her transparent shawl slipping from her shoulders like a slow exhale. It caught the candlelight for half a second before drifting down to the mat behind her. She stood in nothing but her radiant skin, her body gloriously bare — smooth, glowing, alive. Her full breasts bounced gently with each step, nipples taut and inviting. Her eyes locked on his — deep, confident, welcoming.

"Let your mind settle into your body," Lisa said, her voice calm, grounded. "True pleasure begins here — not between the legs, but between the ears."

Ryan sat, breath hitching as Lisa approached. The air buzzed with heat and anticipation.

"One body can bring you pleasure," she continued, stepping closer, her voice like silk. "But when multiple bodies and minds sync? The pleasure isn’t just multiplied. It becomes exponential. You’re about to feel that."

Taylor crawled across the mat in front of Ryan and sat back on her heels, pink yoga shorts clinging to her toned thighs, her matching sports bra framing her petite chest. She gazed up at him with a coy smile, her blonde hair slightly tousled from practice.

Behind him, McKenna’s presence arrived like heat. A lock of her long red hair slipped over his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his torso, pressing her chest to his back. Her large, soft breasts melted against him.

"Time to lose the top, beautiful," McKenna whispered, sliding her fingers under his tank. He let her lift it off over his head, revealing the firm lines of his chest.

Her fingers danced across his shoulders, neck, and chest — light, teasing, sensual.

Taylor placed both palms on his knees and leaned forward, her lips just brushing his in a single, slow kiss — brief, soft, enough to light a fire. Then she was gone again.

She reached down and dragged her fingers along the ridges of his abs, then dipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. Ryan leaned back to let her ease them down.

His cock sprang free — rock hard, thick, and flushed. Eight inches of full arousal.

Taylor’s eyes lit up. “I’ve been wanting a taste ever since your little show upstairs.”

McKenna pushed gently on his shoulders, easing him back onto the mat. His shorts slid away completely.

Above him, Taylor stripped off her top, revealing her tiny, perky breasts, the silver barbell catching the light. Her nipples were hard, her expression hungry.

McKenna, kneeling above his head, removed her top too. Her breasts spilled free — full, perfect, soft and heavy above him. He could smell her arousal already.

Javi, Theo, and Milo were watching now — quiet, admiring, comfortably nude. They were all tall and fit, each with a different frame: Javi was dark-skinned and muscular with strong, clean lines and a thick shaft he stroked idly; Theo was broad-shouldered, tan, with a chiseled chest and a cock to match; Milo was wiry, lean, slightly smaller, but with striking definition and a long, graceful length.

Lisa stood behind Taylor, her hands softly resting on Taylor’s shoulders.

“Let their touch into your mind,” she said to Ryan. “Feel it not just on your skin, feel it radiate inside of you. This is where the physical becomes divine.”

Sadie was beside him now, her clothes discarded, completely nude, her body soft and golden. She traced light fingers up and down his arm, her touch more emotional than arousing—almost protective, as if proud of what he was about to receive.

Taylor dropped her pink yoga shorts and slipped out of a nearly invisible thong in one fluid motion. She stood before him, one hand gliding gently over her smooth, shaved pussy before sinking back to her knees.

McKenna leaned forward, her large breasts brushing Ryan’s face, her scent overwhelming — a clean, rich musk of arousal. Her nipples grazed his beard and hardened instantly.

Her hands ran down the full length of his body, slow and worshipful, nearly touching his cock, then back up.

McKenna slid her bottoms down, revealing a neat, soft red bush — small, tasteful, inviting.

Taylor lowered her head and took just the tip of Ryan’s cock into her mouth. Her tongue moved in soft circles, delicate and focused.

Lisa leaned down next to him, her breasts grazing his ribs, her voice low and breathy. “Clear your mind. Enter your body. Feel the tongue on your cock, the breasts on your face. The mind and the body, in perfect union.”

Lisa and McKenna were now on either side of him, hands sliding over his chest, arms, thighs, stroking him softly as Taylor worked deeper, drawing his cock slowly into her mouth. Her tiny hands barely wrapped around his shaft.

“We worship your body,” Lisa murmured, fingers grazing his chest. “And you must worship ours. We are divine goddesses — capable of pleasure beyond your imagination.”

The men stepped forward, shedding their last layers. All were fully erect. Theo stroked himself slowly, enjoying the view. Sadie took Milo’s cock in her hand and began to stroke him, then leaned to take his thick cock into her mouth, slow and sensual.

Javi stepped beside Ryan, and Lisa wrapped her lips around his thick shaft, sucking him with the same slow reverence.

McKenna spun around, straddling Ryan’s face. Her pussy dripped, slick and pink, begging for attention.

She leaned forward to take Theo’s cock in her mouth while Ryan began to lick her, slow strokes from her lips to her clit, savoring every taste. She moaned softly, mouth full of cock, rocking gently against his tongue.

Lisa pulled her lips off Javi with a wet pop and slowly stroked him. “Mutual pleasure,” she said softly, “is the pathway to the perfect orgasm. The mind relaxes, the body opens, and then...”

She trailed off.

The women separated and began to lie down in a perfect line.

Taylor lay back first, legs spread wide. Her tight pink pussy was already glistening. Lisa followed, laying beside her, smooth caramel skin, dark pussy perfectly bare. Sadie spread out next, and finally McKenna, her thighs still shaking lightly from Ryan’s tongue.

“Four divine goddesses,” Lisa whispered.

The men knelt before them.

Ryan found himself in front of Taylor, her petite body stretched and waiting. He kissed his way down her thighs, her skin warm and smooth. She giggled softly, her eyes wide with desire.

Around him, the others were already beginning. Slurping sounds, sighs, and low moans filled the room.

Ryan flicked his tongue along Taylor’s folds, slow, savoring strokes. He slipped inside her with each pass, drawing shivers from her whole body. She gasped and began rubbing her own breasts, pinching her nipples.

He slipped in a finger. Her walls clenched around him.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.

The men worshipped their assigned goddesses.

McKenna’s orgasm hit first — loud, powerful, her body seizing as she shrieked, “Fuck, I’m coming. Don’t stop!”

It pushed Taylor over the edge. He'd slipped in a second finger, stroking her insides. Her hips bucked against Ryan’s mouth, her pussy tightening in fast, rhythmic contractions. She cried out his name.

Sadie was shaking next, soft gasps giving way to cries of pleasure.

Lisa’s orgasm was a quiet quake — deep, breathless, but consuming. Her body went still for a moment, then shook violently as Milo held her and whispered in her ear.

Ryan lifted his head from Taylor’s soaked pussy. She was a mess of pleasure and sweat. Sadie caught his eye and smiled — proud, hungry, amused.

The room shifted. McKenna crawled over to Ryan and whispered, “I want to go for a ride.”

Javi positioned himself behind Taylor, his cock pressing against her tight entrance. Lisa spread her legs wide for Milo. Sadie climbed onto Theo’s lap. Everyone was moving, joining.

McKenna lowered herself onto Ryan’s cock slowly, letting every inch fill her. Her big tits hung over his chest, and he reached up to suck one into his mouth.

She giggled. “God, I love how you feel. I needed this dick.”

She began riding him — slow, deliberate strokes, deep and strong. Ryan gripped her firm ass, pulling her against him with every bounce.

A loud smack echoed nearby — Javi spanking Taylor, fucking her from behind. Taylor moaned, high-pitched and wild.

“Harder, Javi,” Taylor gasped, arching back into him. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel every inch.”

Javi’s voice was rough, full of desire. “Your pussy is so good, Taylor. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

Taylor’s breath hitched, eyes flashing with need. “Yes, show me.”

McKenna rode faster, harder. “I’m so fucking close,” she gasped. “This dick—yes—yes!”

Just then, Sadie squatted over Ryan’s face. Her wetness hit his tongue instantly. She tasted like heat and bliss and satisfaction. He licked her eagerly, sliding his tongue along her dripping slit.

The two women above him kissed, grabbing each other’s hair, their mouths hot and messy. McKenna riding his dick, Sadie riding his face.

Sadie looked down, her hips grinding on his mouth. “You look so hot riding that cock,” she moaned to McKenna. “Your tits bouncing like that... fuck.”

Theo stepped closer, his cock out. The girls took turns licking and sucking him, moaning between mouthfuls.

“I’m going to cum,” McKenna gasped, shuddering as Ryan’s cock slammed into her. She bucked wildly, her orgasm taking her whole body.

Sadie reached up to play with her nipples. “Great job,” she purred. “I love watching you cum.”

McKenna rolled off him, breathless.

Sadie still had a leg over him, her thighs straddling his face. Her scent was thick and delicious — raw sex, deep and intoxicating. She was soaked, still slick from her orgasm and her time on Theo.

She lowered her hips again slowly, her wetness coating his mouth. He licked her with purpose — soft strokes, deliberate flicks over her clit, then slow drags up her lips and back. Her moans vibrated down into him, primal and feminine and full of want.

McKenna leaned down, breasts pressed to Ryan’s chest, her hands tracing his ribs. She whispered, “You’re making her crazy, baby.”

She reached over and grabbed Theo’s cock, guiding him to her mouth. Side by side with Sadie, they shared him — licking, teasing, trading kisses across the tip before each took him deep, one after the other.

Sadie was grinding against Ryan’s face, her hips rolling in slow, tight circles. She moaned into Theo’s cock.

McKenna pulled away briefly to catch her breath. She climbed back on Ryan, riding him harder. “I’m gonna cum again,” she said, voice cracking with need. “I love this dick. It’s perfect.”

Beside them, Taylor was a vision of chaos and pleasure. Her tiny frame rocked as Javi slammed into her from behind, her blonde hair wild, her face flushed and full of lust.

“Yes, girl!” Taylor gasped in response to McKenna. “Cum all over that big dick. I want to watch you drip on it. Give him that pussy.”

Sadie leaned in and kissed McKenna, their mouths wet and needy. “You’re so fucking hot when you ride,” she murmured. “I love those tits bouncing while he fucks you.”

McKenna’s next orgasm tore through her — a long, drawn-out shudder that made her whole body lock and tremble. Ryan felt every contraction as she squeezed his cock, her pussy milking him with slow, desperate pulses.

Sadie reached up and circled McKenna’s nipples as she came. “Your a goddess, McKenna,” Sadie whispered.

McKenna slid off Ryan, breathless and glowing.

Ryan glanced around — the room was a study in pleasure. Taylor was getting absolutely railed by Javi, her tiny body bouncing with every thrust. Lisa was on her back beneath Milo, her legs spread wide, eyes half-closed, her hands running up his back as he drove into her with long, deep strokes.

There was intensity in their connection — eye contact that didn’t break, bodies perfectly synced, as if she were orchestrating his rhythm with her breath alone.

Ryan noticed something sparkle as Lisa shifted. A butt plug. Small, jeweled, and nestled between her cheeks, glittering in the low light.

Milo pulled out, panting.

Lisa caught her breath, then smiled with devilish clarity. “I want to try something new,” she said, turning to the others. “I’ve never been double penetrated before.”

The room reacted instantly — the women gasping, the men exchanging looks of admiration and anticipation.

Taylor sat up, tits bouncing. “Oh my god, yes. You’re going to be incredible.”

Sadie giggled. “Sexual goddess vibes, Lisa. That’s queen behavior.”

Lisa’s smile widened. “Ryan,” she said, beckoning him. “Lie down.”

“McKenna, can you take this out?” she asked, turning slightly.

McKenna knelt behind her and gently eased the butt plug from her ass. It popped free with a soft gasp from Lisa.

Lisa climbed over Ryan, straddling his waist. Her pussy was already slick with release. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and slid it inside of her with ease.

She let out a slow breath as she sank onto him, hips circling to take him deep.

“Theo,” Lisa said, lifting her head. “Come here.”

Theo stepped forward. Sadie handed him a bottle of lube, and he generously poured it over Lisa’s ass, letting it drizzle down over her cheeks, her pussy, Ryan’s shaft. Everything glistened.

Lisa stopped moving, keeping Ryan fully inside her as she leaned forward slightly, arching to expose her ass. Her body was trembling — from anticipation or desire, Ryan couldn’t tell.

Taylor moved in, kneeling behind Lisa and running a finger around her asshole, spreading the lube and whispering in her ear. “You’re so fucking hot. Take both of them, baby. You’re made for this.”

Theo lined himself up, moving slowly. Lisa exhaled deeply.

Ryan could feel the moment Theo began to push in — not just the pressure, but the way Lisa’s pussy clenched around him, reacting to the fullness.

“Holy shit,” Lisa moaned. “That’s… that’s so fucking good.”

She was filled completely, both holes stretched, bodies rocking in sync. They moved carefully, rhythmically, building pressure.

Taylor sat back beside them, overwhelmed, her eyes wide. She reached for Javi and took his cock into her mouth again, drawn in by the raw heat before her.

McKenna and Sadie leaned close to Lisa, stroking her, whispering affirmations as Theo and Ryan rocked her between them.

“You’re incredible, Lisa,” McKenna murmured, her breath warm against Lisa’s ear. “Every inch of you is perfect.”

Sadie’s voice was low and tender. “Let go, love. We’ve got you. Feel us, feel this moment.”

Theo’s hands moved rhythmically, steady and sure, his voice rough with desire. “That’s it, Lisa. You’re doing so well.”

Ryan added softly, “Just like that. You’re in control — but let yourself feel everything.”

Lisa’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed. “Thank you,” she whispered, voice trembling with need.

Then Milo stepped forward, his cock hard, glistening at the tip. He watched Lisa with something between awe and hunger, his wiry frame tense with anticipation.

“You look unreal,” he murmured, voice rough. “You’re like a fucking vision.”

Lisa glanced up, lips parted, eyes hazy. “Come closer,” she said, beckoning him with one hand while still rolling her hips slowly between Theo and Ryan. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Milo stood in front of her, steadying himself. “Anything you want,” he said softly.

Lisa opened her mouth and took him in — slowly, deliberately — sucking him down until her lips met the base. She moaned low and deep around him, the sound vibrating against his shaft.

Theo groaned behind her. “Fuck, Lisa… you’re ass is tight as hell. Taking both of us like this…”

Ryan pressed a hand to the small of her back, grounding her as they moved in rhythm. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, feeling her walls clench around him again and again.

McKenna leaned in and kissed the back of Lisa’s shoulder, murmuring against her skin. “You’re the center of all of it. Fucking divine.”

Sadie stroked Lisa’s hair as she continued to bob her head on Milo. “Breathe, baby. Let it build. You’re so close. We can feel it.”

Lisa’s moans deepened, her body trembling. Her hips began to stutter between thrusts.

Theo's voice cracked slightly, still in control but close to the edge. “She’s gonna cum again. I can feel it.”

McKenna whispered urgently into Lisa’s ear, “Cum for them. Cum for us. Show them what you were made for.”

Lisa let out a strangled moan as her orgasm tore through her, full and staggering. Her whole body shook violently between the three men, her cries muffled by Milo’s cock in her mouth.

Theo cursed under his breath, grabbing her hips tight. “Holy shit—Lisa…”

Milo pulled out slowly, his cock slick with saliva. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Lisa gasped for air, still pulsing, still catching her breath.

Theo and Ryan eased out of her with care.

Lisa’s voice was hoarse, satisfied. “I’ve never… fuck…”

McKenna kissed her temple. “You were perfect, baby.”

Sadie stroked down her spine. “You just rewrote what pleasure looks like.”

Lisa turned onto her back, face flushed, body boneless, glowing with aftershock. She was spent — and radiant.

And yet… her eyes flicked toward the others, still hungry.

McKenna gently caressed her cheek, her large breasts brushing against Lisa’s shoulder. “You want more,” she whispered knowingly.

Lisa gave the faintest nod, her voice barely a breath. “I want to try something else.”

She rolled forward onto her hands and knees, lube leaking from her pussy and ass. She looked over her shoulder and spoke clearly this time, voice low but steady.

“Theo,” she said. “I want you to fuck my ass again. But this time, I want you to fill it.”

Theo’s eyes darkened. “You sure?” he asked, already reaching for the lube.

Lisa nodded once. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He poured the lube over her ass and between her cheeks, letting it drip in slow, glistening rivulets. As he worked it in with his fingers, Taylor crawled over and knelt beside them.

Taylor leaned in and whispered, “You’re so fucking brave. So fucking hot. I can’t wait to see you take it again.” She kissed Lisa’s shoulder, then ran her tongue down her spine.

Behind Lisa, McKenna smiled and added, “That ass is going to look so beautiful when it’s filled.”

Theo lined himself up once more and began to press in to her ass hole slowly. Lisa moaned, deep and steady, pushing back against him as her body accepted him inch by inch.

“Yes,” Lisa whispered. “That’s it. Deeper.”

Taylor gasped quietly, watching the stretch. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.”

Once Theo was buried fully inside her, Lisa lifted her head again and looked around the room.

“Javi,” she said, eyes locking with his. “Your cock. I want it in my mouth.”

Javi smirked, stroking himself slowly. “I’ve been waiting for that invitation.”

He stepped forward, cock slick, and Lisa opened wide to welcome him. She wrapped her lips around the thick head and took him deep, her moans muffled and delicious.

McKenna sat beside her, stroking her hair. “Good girl. Look at you—stuffed full and still begging for more.”

Lisa gave a low hum of agreement, taking Javi deeper, her body rocking in time with Theo’s firm thrusts.

Sadie leaned close to whisper, “God, you’re glowing. You’re everything right now.”

Javi let out a groan. “Your mouth… fuck. You take it so well.”

Lisa gave him a slow stroke with her tongue, then looked up with wet, shining eyes. “I want your cum on my face.”

Javi growled, pumping faster. “Then open up.”

Lisa widened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.

Javi groaned hard as his orgasm overtook him — thick ropes of cum spilling across her lips, her cheeks, her chin. Lisa held her pose, eyes fluttering closed, taking it all with pride.

McKenna moaned at the sight. “Fuck, that’s art.”

Lisa smiled lazily, her face a mess of pleasure.

Behind her, Theo was already close. His fingers gripped her hips, and he grunted, “Lisa… I’m going to cum…”

McKenna grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely. “Do it. Fill her ass. Let her feel it leak.”

With a final groan, Theo came hard, his thrusts slowing but deep. He stayed buried inside as his cum spilled into her, dripping slowly out when he finally pulled free, running down the back of her legs.

Lisa collapsed forward onto the mat, laughing quietly through her messy afterglow. “That was unreal,” she whispered.

McKenna kissed her shoulder again. “You’re a goddess.”

And beside them, the others were watching — flushed, aroused, ready.

Taylor crawled over to Ryan, eyes blazing. “I want your cum now,” she whispered. “Fill my tiny pussy. Make it drip.”

Ryan looked down at her — golden, glowing, sweat-slick and trembling. Her small body radiated want.

She pulled him down onto the mat, spreading her legs wide. “Fuck me good,” she said, breathless. “I want to cum with you.”

He entered her slowly, deliberately, and she gasped — tight, so tight, but welcoming. Her pussy gripped him like velvet heat.

“God, yes,” Taylor breathed. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

He began to thrust deep and fast. Her hands clutched at his ass, pulling him into her with every movement.

McKenna, still glowing, was on her knees again, straddling Sadie. Both of them kissed, writhing together. Milo moved behind McKenna, guiding his cock back inside her slick pussy. He fucked her hard, then pulled out and slid into Sadie in the same motion. Moving his cock between their two pussies, back and forth.

Milo entered McKenna again, starting to fuck her harder.

Sadie moaned wildly. “Yes, baby. Cum inside her. Show her how much you want her.”

Milo groaned loudly, slamming into McKenna as she rocked back against him. “I’m gonna cum,” he growled. “Fuck—yes.”

He emptied himself inside her, filling her so full it spilled back out, dripping down onto Sadie’s bare stomach below them.

Sadie looked up, catching his eye. “You’re a good boy,” she whispered, smiling as she touched the spill with her fingers and brought them to her mouth.

Taylor’s body began to quake.

“I’m going to cum,” she cried out. “Fuck me, Ryan. Fill me up. Make this pussy yours.”

Ryan gritted his teeth, holding on as long as he could. But her tightness, her moans, her writhing — it was too much.

Her orgasm broke first, her small frame locking up in waves of intense contractions around him.

He groaned, his own climax slamming through him, thick pulses of cum spilling deep inside her as she gasped, shaking beneath him.

Taylor clung to him, still moaning, still squeezing.

“Yessss, that’s it. Fill me.”

The moment slowed. Their bodies twitched with the last echoes of pleasure.

Ryan stayed inside her, buried deep, as the final pulses ebbed.

She kissed him hard, full of gratitude and fire.

When he finally pulled out, his cum spilled from her pussy and down her thighs, pooling on the mat.

“What a yummy load,” Taylor murmured. “That felt amazing.”

She rolled onto her back, glowing, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

And for a long moment, the room fell into soft silence — the kind that only follows complete release.

Bodies lay tangled together. Breath slowed. The scent of sex, sweat, and river breeze drifted like incense over the floor.

Lisa lay stretched out, her cheek resting on her arms, cum smeared across her face and still leaking from her body. She looked like a painting — messy, sensual, divine.

McKenna and Sadie curled together nearby, kissing lazily, their skin sticky and shining.

The men sat back, relaxed and glowing — their bodies spent, their eyes full of awe.

Ryan lay beside Taylor, still catching his breath.

She reached over and ran her hand down his chest, tracing slow, reverent lines. “Welcome,” she whispered, her voice like honey. “You’re one of us now.”

She smiled, eyes still glassy with pleasure. “That,” she said, voice a low murmur, “was fucking spectacular.”

Lisa rolled over, face sticky with cum, laughing softly. “This group is something else,” she said. “I feel like we just cracked open a new layer of reality.”

“Sexual transcendence,” Sadie murmured, resting her head on McKenna’s thigh, gently stroking her calf. “That was tantric as hell.”

Taylor propped herself up on her elbows, still nude, still glowing. “I just want to say thank you, all of you, for being here,” she said. “This energy? It’s rare. It’s beautiful. It’s sacred.”

She looked around the room, pausing on each face. “I’ve got dinner ready upstairs. I had it prepped earlier — fresh local vegetables, grilled salmon, and a surprise dessert.” She smirked. “We’ll sit outside under the stars, hear the river. There’s a good bottle of gin I’ve been saving. Maybe two. Strong G&Ts for whoever wants to keep this buzz going.”

The group murmured in delight. Some of the men chuckled, exhausted and satisfied. Lisa licked a stray drop of cum from her lips and said, “Honestly? That sounds like heaven.”

Ryan sat up slowly, cum drying on his abdomen, Taylor’s release still clinging to his thighs. He turned his head to find Sadie already moving.

She stood, her naked form graceful and tall, silhouetted in the afternoon light. She extended her hand to him. “Come on,” she said with a soft smile. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

He took it. They walked toward the main house together, naked and glowing, carrying their clothes in their arms like afterthoughts.

As they climbed the wide wooden stairs, Sadie leaned into him, brushing her bare arm against his. “I knew you’d fit in here,” she whispered. “Watching you fuck Taylor like that… it was so fucking hot. She’s my best friend. You two just… hit it off.”

They reached their room. The air was still warm with the lingering heat of day. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting golden bars across the floor.

Sadie turned on the shower, steam beginning to rise around them. She stepped under the stream, pulling him with her. The water hit their bodies — warm, cleansing — washing away sweat, lube, and cum, but not the intimacy.

They took their time. Her hands roamed his chest. His fingers curled in her wet hair. They kissed under the spray, not with urgency, but with connection — a new bond settling between them like gravity.

Later, wrapped in soft towels, they changed into cozy clothes: cotton tees, loose shorts, bare feet. Sadie’s hair was damp and curling around her shoulders. Ryan’s skin smelled of her body wash — lavender, citrus, a hint of something herbal and grounding.

When they came downstairs, the kitchen was alive with a soft hum.

McKenna and Taylor stood barefoot on the cool tiles, freshly showered, both in loose-fitting tank tops and soft sleep shorts. Their hair still wet, their faces flushed but fresh.

Taylor turned, beaming. “Welcome back,” she said. “Look who’s glowing.”

“We were just talking about you two,” McKenna added with a wink.

“Great pair,” Taylor said, sliding a tray of something fragrant out of the oven.

“As long as you share,” McKenna laughed, nudging Sadie gently with her hip.

Sadie smirked. “Oh, we share.”

Ryan felt a warmth flood through him that had nothing to do with the hot water or the sex — it was the feeling of being seen, accepted, invited.

He was here. And this was just the beginning.