From Yoga With Love [MF] [LONG] | 2016

Yesterday, my work took our team on an away day in South London. It was a yoga and meditation day, designed to get us thinking differently for a creative brief we had coming up. At first I was skeptical, but I have to say it really did get us thinking differently. We did some great work...but more importantly I got laid after.

So there’s a girl on our team called Holly, who’s only been with us for about two months. She’s got dark brown shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes, and she has this adorable way of flicking up one side of her mouth when she finds something amusing. I’d say I was the one in the team that makes an effort with new people, tries to make them comfortable, so we’d been talking a lot and flirting a bit since she arrived. My industry is very lovey-dovey, and flirting in the workplace is not uncommon at all.

Holly has quite a hipster dress sense I suppose, she’s quite East London and likes saris and ripped jeans and stuff that’s too fashionable for me, but yesterday I saw her in yoga pants for the first time. A beautiful sight, even if the pants were covered in palm trees. I’d love to say I spied her up in all kinds of yoga positions, but honestly you’re too focussed on yourself to watch anyone else when you’re doing it.

At one point we had this meditation thing where we were supposed to regress into childhood, and remember everything about a particular place that was important to us as a kid. I have to say it was very refreshing and relaxing, and straight afterwards we had to pair up and talk about what we had been imagining.

Nothing makes you instantly closer to a person than discussing abstract things about your childhood - sunwashed memories, and a flood of nostalgia so strong it seemed to have made Holly wet.

I told her about my family’s house in the mountains of the Middle East, she told me about her Uncle’s boat. About trailing her feet in the water and hugging the mast whilst watching the waves roll by. She then wondered aloud if that’s where her fascination with long hard poles had come from. I laughed and gave her a wink - just flirty banter, and I wasn’t expecting anything more.

But once the day was over a few of us, very far from our cosy West London homes, decided to go have a pint at the local before beginning our mission back home.

The session had made us all more open and relaxed, and everyone was oversharing over a pint. We talked about our first experiences of things. About our first ever kisses. Slowly the pack thinned out as people began getting various trains, and soon enough there was only Holly and I left. We had been talking about first kisses, as I said, but when the others left, Holly asked me about the first time I had sex. That was an extremely...titillating conversation and led to us swapping various sexual stories of our favourite adventures. I suddenly wished I’d brought something other than loose tracksuit bottoms.

We both lived relatively close to one another, but Holly’s station was on a different line to mine. But she decided she would jump on the train with me and Uber from my stop. So we downed our drinks and headed to the train. As we settled into our seats, beers and sex buzzing around around our minds.

The chat flowed freely, and she started doing a bit of blinking and hair-flicking, something I’d seen her do to some of our more famous on-screen talent (we work in TV industry). She asked me if she could stretch out and placed her legs up on mine, still clad in yoga pants. We talked about the session and which bits of us got stretched and achey. This ended up with me rubbing the back of her calf through her yoga pants and sporting something of a chub in my trackies. I was starting to think this was going beyond playful flirting.

When we got to my station and exited out onto the street, I told Holly I’d wait for her Uber to arrive. She asked me if I lived close, and when I told her yes, she asked if she could see my place, and said she would book her cab from there.

There’s one part of my walk home where you have to walk single file over a narrow road bridge over the tube line. Holly walked in front of me and for the first time I properly got a show of her magnificent bum swaying in her tight leggings. I swear she was flicking her hips a bit more than usual, giving me a show.

The walk was a little uncomfortable, mostly in the trouser area. I was struggling with my badly behaved junk and the chat had kind of come to a stop - I think we both knew what was going to happen and we decided not to risk ruining it by saying something stupid.

When we got into my place, I quickly showed her round and poured us out some more drinks while we ‘waited for her Uber’, which, surprise, surprise, I never saw her booking.

We sat on the couch, her legs up on mine again, and she told me how grateful she was that I’d been including her since she started. And we talked about how much closer we felt to each other after the day.

And then we were kissing.

It was quite tender, from her character I honestly thought she’d be an aggressive kisser, but it didn’t seem that way. Her lips were so so soft, and her skin warm. She had an intoxicating smell too, perfume she’d put on many hours ago mixed with a bit of natural yoga sweat. I held her waist on the sofa, and I’m sure she could feel my boner throbbing under her legs in my tracksuit.

I led her upstairs to my bed, once again making sure she went first, so I could watch that lovely backside climbing the stairs.

We started making out more heavily, a bit more urgency in our tongues and bodies. We’d been spending all day getting more in tune with our bodies and all my senses seemed heightened a little, I felt the tingle of the material as I ran my hands up her thighs to her hips. It sent electricity through me, along my arms into my body and down into my cock, which she pressed up against her belly as we kissed.

She tugged at the hem of my t shirt so I raised my arms and she pulled it off me. When I brought my arms back down, I brought them straight down to her perfect bum, the real object of my desires. God it felt so good through the material. She pulled off her own t shirt, revealing a sports bra and some beautiful smooth skin. I kissed across her shoulders and neck - illiciting little moans as she pressed herself up into me. I kneaded her fleshy arse and tickled her ear with my tongue. Now we were giggling, panting, squeezing like excited sixth formers, hiding from the teachers.

Suddenly, she pushed me flat on the back on my bed, and whipped off her bra, revealing her perky tits which were probably a B cup but had the puffiest nips I’ve ever seen.

She straddled me on the bed and I got to work sucking at her nips and nuzzling into her petite little frame. She brought her hips downwards, crushing our groins into each other, grinding, writhing and moaning as my lips continued to worship her breasts.

She then tugged my trackies and boxers down in one swoop as I lifted my hips up towards her, and then for a few minutes we made out with my cock rubbing directly on her sexy-as-fuck palm tree yoga pants.

Then she hopped off, turned away from me to show off her beautiful butt in those leggings one last time, before looking at me over her shoulder and slowly lowering the leggings to show me her tight but fleshy bum in red panties. She took down her panties too, and when she turned back to face me I saw a very small patch of neatly trimmed bush above a baby-smooth ‘innie’ pussy.

She hopped back on the bed and straddled me again, but this time up by my chest. I pulled her closer with my hands on her butt until she was rubbing her slit up against my face. I flicked my tongue teasingly around, but not directly on, her pussy whilst she leaned backwards and ran her fingers through my pubes, letting her knuckles brush casually up against my aching nob.

We both carried on teasing each other, until she couldn’t take the waiting any longer and ground her cunt fully against my mouth. I tried to remember my technique and dove in with my tongue, circling the clit firmly and occasionally flicking across the clit itself, pulling her ass cheeks into me hard and helping her to grind her way to bliss.

She flipped around to face away from me, then brought herself back onto my tongue ass-first. I buried my tongue into her pussy and reached up to use my fingers too.

As she writhed on my face I felt her cup and stroke my balls before bobbing her head down on my cock. She sucked on me achingly slowly, washing her tongue from the base to the tip before engulfing me fully inside her mouth, taking my 6.5” quite easily.

I felt very close to Holly at this moment, we’d been sharing our memories all day, it seemed so natural to now be sharing our bodies. We were wrapped up in each other, lost in lust and tenderness. So lost I couldn’t see a way out.

As she got closer to cumming she pulled off my dick and sat back on my face, whilst slowly jerking me off - I could tell she was nearly ready to have me inside her.

Her panting intensified and she tensed and gave a delightfully cute little shudder as she came. Then she dragged her pussy sexily off my face and down my chest, crawling her way forwards, inching her sopping slit closer to my cock.

I asked her hoarsely if I needed a condom but she didn’t even answer before slipping my saliva-slicked shaft up into her dripping portal.

A wave of pleasure coarsed through us both as she slowly rode me in reverse cowgirl, giving me a delectable view. It looked amazing, but I wanted to feel as close to her as I could, so asked her to swing round, so we could make out while she rode me on top. I pulled her chest into mine and guided her hips to rock back and forth on my swollen knob.

She stopped kissing me and pulled my head back into her neck which I kissed and licked passionatley. She started to pull my hair downwards, and I got that she wanted me to bite her. I nibbled, gnawed, and finally bit as hard as I dared, her guiding me just with her hands in my hair. All the while she squeezed herself onto my dick again and again and again, and I started to feel her tense up like she had done before. I lifted her hips slightly off me so I had space to start firmly fucking her upwards. I pounded into her pussy and bit down on her neck until she shuddered again, whispering at me to cum in her.

I didn’t need telling twice, pressing her fuly up against me and feeling her everywhere as the love in my balls flowed out through her, pumping her full of me, giving myself to her in every way that I could, feeling her do the same for me.

We stayed there for a long time, then ordered some chinese food to completely ruin the exercise we’d been doing all day.

This morning she got up really early to go home and change clothes - walk of shame I suppose. I’m due back in the office in a few hours and I just hope things aren’t awkward because I think we both had a great time. It seemed like we sexually clicked in a way I haven’t really felt since me and my gf broke up a few months ago. I don’t know if I want a relationship...but I definitely want that again. Thank you yoga!