Ryan had been going to a new gym for a few months now. During his first week there, a gorgeous woman walked in and immediately made eye contact with him while he was walking on the treadmill.

Ryan was 35, fit, and 5'9" of strong, lean muscle. He had a short, clean-trimmed beard and dark brown hair, styled just right.

She smiled at him.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with dirty blonde hair and a tight, dark green matching set: yoga pants and a sports bra-style tank that showed off her toned midriff. She had clearly picked that outfit for her first day.

He’d never seen her before — and he would remember those dark, seductive eyes.

Ryan kept walking, still thinking about her. Moments later, she came out of the women’s locker room, pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail. She looked him directly in the eyes and walked straight to the treadmill directly in front of his.

The buttons beeped. She started walking slowly.

She had to be 5'4" — short, extremely fit, and undeniably sexy. Her butt wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. It rocked gently with each step. Ryan swore she was moving her hips just for him. A heat stirred in his body, unrelated to his workout.

She lifted her right arm overhead and grabbed it with her left, bending over into a stretch. Ryan could tell she was lithe and flexible. She switched sides.

A few minutes passed. Ryan was barely pretending not to stare at her amazing ass. Then she placed a hand on each cheek and gave a slight squeeze, looking over her shoulder with a coy glint in her eye. She saw him looking.

Then she turned up the speed.

She started to run. Every muscle in her back moved with elegant precision. Her toned legs moved lightly, effortlessly. It was beautiful. Sexy.

Ryan snapped out of his trance. He had to get to work.

He coughed twice and headed for the locker room to clean up. When he came out, he was dressed in dark slacks and a tight dress shirt that hugged his muscles in all the right places.

As he passed by her treadmill, she smiled at him. He smiled back, wishing he didn’t have to catch the 8:30 a.m. train.

Ryan went to yoga class at his gym three nights a week. That evening, after work, he headed back for the 6:30 p.m. class.

He changed into black Lululemon shorts and a dark green athletic tank — the color reminded him of the gym girl from that morning.

Walking into the studio, he smiled at a few familiar faces and made his way to his regular mat at the front. As he sat down and began stretching, the instructor walked in.

It was her.

This time, she wore only a small white sports bra and emerald green yoga pants. Her perky breasts were snug against the top, and the leggings hugged her incredible lower body like a second skin.

She walked to the front of the room and smiled.
“Hi! I’m the new Tuesday night instructor. My name is Mercedes — but only my mom calls me that.”

The class chuckled.

“You can all call me Sadie. My classes are challenging, fun, rewarding, and meditative.”

She looked directly at Ryan when she said “fun.” There was a glint in her dark eyes.

Sadie began with a gentle breathing exercise before moving into sun salutations. Everyone was meant to have their eyes closed, but Ryan kept sneaking peeks. When she caught him, her lips curled up knowingly.

Soon, they were flowing through vinyasas, and Sadie walked the room, adjusting postures.

When she reached Ryan, he was in a three-legged downward dog, right leg extended straight back. Her hands touched his leg to adjust the angle, soft and intentional. She slid her hand down toward his glute.

Then she leaned close and whispered in his ear, “We need to correct this shape. Stay after class.”

Her right hand rested on his lower back. Her left — briefly, deliberately — grazed the front of his shorts. Right over his cock.

She definitely meant to.

Ryan was cleaning up his mat as the rest of the class filtered out — sweaty, relaxed, and blissed out. Sadie said goodbye to the others, but her eyes kept returning to Ryan kneeling on his mat.

When the last couple left, she closed the door and walked over to him.

“Nice to meet you, Sadie,” Ryan said. “What do I need to work on?”

“I’ll show you,” she replied. Her tone was light but electric. She stepped closer. “Lie down on your back and close your eyes.”

Ryan obeyed, heart pounding. He could feel her moving around him, studying his body.

“You clearly take care of yourself,” she said softly. “I want to see if you can take care of my body the same way.”

“Now sit up and take off your shirt.”

He sat up and peeled off his tank. Sadie’s eyebrows lifted as she took in his abs and chest, eyes traveling across every ridge of muscle. She stood in front of him, one hip popped, hand on her chin, slowly scanning him up and down.

His cock was already hard, straining visibly against his loose shorts. Sadie noticed.

“Watch me — don’t take your eyes off me,” she said.

Her hands slid slowly down her body to her waistband, her bright pink nails contrasting against her emerald leggings. She dipped her fingers beneath the fabric and began to peel them off inch by inch.

The waistband of a tiny black thong emerged first.

She moved slowly, seductively. As the pants reached just above her knees, she turned around and bent over. Her thong was so small it barely covered anything. From this angle, he could see everything: her tight, bare ass, and the delicate curves beneath her sheer fabric.

She lingered for a moment, then slid the leggings the rest of the way off and turned back around.

Her body was flawless. Her toenails matched her bright pink fingernails, every detail perfect and deliberate.

Now she reached for the hem of her sports bra, slowly peeling it over her head. Her perky breasts bounced gently free, nipples already firm.

Wearing nothing now but her thong, Sadie walked over and straddled Ryan’s waist, placing one foot on either side of him. Her barely covered pussy hovered above his face.

He could smell her—soft, wet, clean, and unmistakably aroused. His cock throbbed.

“Kiss me,” she said.

Ryan’s hands slid up her thighs. He gripped each ass cheek and gently pulled her closer, pressing his lips to her lower stomach just above her thong. He kissed along her waistband — slow, teasing — a soft bite following each kiss.

Her taste was sweet and lightly salty, fresh from class.

Sadie tilted her head back and caressed her breasts, moaning lightly. Ryan looked up between kisses to see her eyes closed, fingers gently rolling her nipples.

“Lie down on your back,” Sadie said.

Ryan stretched out on the mat, his cock fully hard, tenting his shorts. She dropped her thong in one smooth motion, revealing her smooth, glistening pussy. She knelt between his legs, eyes locked on his.

She untied his shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard — all eight inches pulsing with heat.

“Yum,” Sadie said with a smirk.

She spit in her palm and stroked the slickness onto his shaft with her left hand. “That feels so good, Sadie,” Ryan murmured. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

With practiced grace, Sadie swung her body around into a reverse straddle, lowering her pussy toward his face just as she took his cock into her mouth. Her yoga-trained flexibility made the movement effortless.

She began licking softly around his tip, tasting the first drop of pre-cum. As she licked, Ryan’s hands reached up to gently open her folds. Her pussy was wet and hot — he could feel the slickness on his tongue as he teased along her lips.

He flicked inside her slowly, savoring the reaction: she tightened every time. He spit lightly on her ass and used his thumb to circle her hole, while his other thumb began tracing her slick entrance.

Her moans grew louder, vibrating around his shaft. She took him deeper into her throat, soft slurping sounds echoing in the studio. “Ghhhha...ghhhhaaa...ghhhhaaa...”

Ryan wrapped his mouth around her clit, sucking gently, while both thumbs now circled her two holes. She pulled his cock from her mouth just long enough to gasp, “Oh my fucking god, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

Ryan stayed focused, gentle but deliberate. Her hips were rolling now, softly grinding on his mouth as she jerked him slowly, expertly.

When he slipped his left thumb into her ass and the right into her pussy, her body tensed in release. “I’m going to cum, Ryan. Make me cum like a good girl for you. Taste all of me.”

Her climax was powerful, her pussy clenching around his thumb again and again as he continued to work her clit.

She came again — wet, gasping, trembling.

Sadie slowly swung her body around and leaned down to kiss Ryan. Their lips met — wet, soft, salty-sweet. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, dancing with his. Her soaked pussy rubbed against his still-hard cock as she ground her hips into him.

“I want you in me now,” she whispered. “I want this whole dick inside me.”

She spat on her hand again and reached back, stroking his shaft while positioning herself. Her other hand guided his tip to her opening, rubbing it back and forth along her slit like it was her personal toy.

“Yes, Sadie,” Ryan groaned. “I want to be yours. All yours.”

She sank down slowly, inch by inch, taking him deep. Her walls clenched around him as she lowered herself completely. She was so wet and relaxed from her earlier orgasms that it felt like her body was molded for him.

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply again, starting a slow, steady rhythm — hips rising and falling in graceful control.

Ryan gripped her ass, fingers pressing into her skin as she rode him. Her movement was flawless — trained, sensual, deliberate. She looked down at him with a playful smirk.

Sadie pulled off him with a wet sound and dropped into a deep squat over his body. She ran her hands along his chest and down his stomach. With one bright pink fingernail, she traced the lines of his abs, teasing each ridge.

Then she reached back and slid him back inside.

“Mmmmmm, Ryan,” she moaned. “This dick feels so good. I love the way it fills me.”

Her thighs worked rhythmically, her ass cheeks slapping against his hips with each downward motion.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.

“Fuck, Sadie — I’m going to cum,” Ryan gasped.

Immediately, she pulled off and giggled. “Not yet,” she said with a wink. “I’m just getting started.”

“My turn,” she said, lying back with a sultry smile, legs parted easily. “I need to be fucked from every angle before I let you fill me.”

Ryan knelt between her thighs, hands gliding up her smooth legs, inching closer to her center. He teased her inner thighs, making her giggle in anticipation.

He brought his cock to her entrance and rocked gently, sliding along her lips. Each pass over her clit drew a little gasp. He used his shaft to tease her like a toy, watching her melt beneath him.

Then, bracing her back with one arm, he eased himself inside again. The slide was smooth, wet, perfect.

He bent down and took her left nipple into his mouth, tongue circling, gently biting. His thrusts were slow, steady—teasing, savoring.

“Mmmm, right there,” Sadie moaned, her hands running through his hair.

After a few minutes, Ryan pulled out and said, “Turn around.”

Sadie grinned and rolled onto all fours, arching her back and planting her chest into the mat. Then, she reached around and spread herself open for him.

Ryan dropped to his knees behind her and leaned in, licking her tight asshole. He circled it slowly, tasting her, making her shudder.

“Yes... yes... yes,” she whimpered.

He pulled back, lined himself up, and slowly pushed inside her pussy again — inch by inch, savoring the tight heat. One hand grabbed her hip, the other reached around to find her clit.

“Hold all the way in me while you play with me,” she moaned.

He buried himself to the hilt and kept her there, rocking her clit with his fingers. Her body clenched around him with each heartbeat.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Oh my god, I’m going to cum again!”

Ryan could feel her pussy tighten around his cock — fast, pulsing contractions. She moaned and gasped, her orgasm rippling through her body, even wetter than before.

“I want to fuck you deep,” Ryan growled. “I want to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes,” Sadie gasped. “I want it all. Deep inside me.”

He flipped her onto her back and brought her legs up onto his shoulders. Her skin glistened with sweat, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. She’d already cum three times, and still, she wanted more.

Ryan slammed into her, deep and hard.

“Yes! Fuck me like this!” she cried, wrapping her hands behind his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair.

Slam. Slam. Slam. The sound of skin echoed through the room.

Each thrust drove him deeper. She gasped and moaned beneath him, clenching tighter with each wave of pleasure.

“I’m going to cum again,” she cried. “I want you to cum with me. Fill me while I cum.”

He felt her start to spasm again, her body gripping him. That was all it took.

The orgasm surged through him, like warm lightning shooting down his spine. He kept thrusting as he came, letting the pleasure stretch out, wave after wave. His cock pulsed deep inside her, his load spilling into her hot and thick.

He kept moving slowly, dragging out every last sensation.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “I want every drop.”

He gave one final deep thrust as his last spasm emptied into her.

Ryan finally pulled out, breathing heavily, his entire body tingling. “I’ve never cum that much in my life,” he said.

Sadie reached between her legs, slid two fingers inside herself, then pulled them out, glistening with his release. She brought them to her mouth and sucked.

“Delicious,” she said with a wicked smile.

She leaned over and took his softening cock into her mouth, tongue tracing its sensitive tip. He gasped — it felt amazing. And somehow, incredibly, he began to harden again.

She sucked him softly, expertly. A deep, pleasant tingle built in his core.
“Oh fuck, Sadie...”

Hot liquid spilled from him again. It poured down her throat, and she swallowed it all with a smile.

“I think you’re ready for private lessons,” she said, grinning. “I might even have a group class you can join.”

They dressed quietly, helped clean the yoga mats, and left the studio together — both exhausted, satisfied, and already thinking about next week.