Maria's Private Yoga Class

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge, below this line are exactly 750 words:

Maria sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, breathing regularly. Usually, she had the ubiquitous yoga pants and a t-shirt, but today it was skimpy white shorts and a black sports bra. I found myself uncharacteristically peeking at her slender, caramel colored frame, long black hair covering her bare shoulders. Usually, it was the older women who scheduled privates, sometimes with ulterior motives. I get it, the hot yoga teacher. Rarely tempting and always ignored.

We started with Tadasana and worked through a basic sequence. "Chaturanga," I tapped between her shoulders, "elbows in line." She adjusted, as I continued, "Upward Dog," and she flowed into that pose, tops of her feet flat on the mat. I tapped her butt, "arms straight, hips down," and she giggled. Her ass was perfectly contoured in the thin shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She adjusted herself, "Like this Mr. Sommer?"

"Perfect, and please call me Tom." At $60 an hour, she could use my first name.

She looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled. "Enjoying the view, Tom?"

I froze. "Excuse me?"

"My ass. Are you enjoying it?"

"Uhm," I was confused, "I'm sorry, would you rather I not give you physical prompts?"

"No, I need them, please continue." She turned her head back to face forward, wiggling her hips for emphasis.

I took a breath to clear my head. "Downward dog," Her toes curled forward as she lifted her hips high in the air, extending her arms. Her knees were locked, and her weight was too far forward. Standing behind her, I was mesmerized by her perfectly shaped ass. I took another deep breath and continued.

"Knees slightly bent." I tapped the back of her knees. "Rotate your thighs and lengthen your spine." I pushed up on her hips, causing her to sink down a little, straightening her spine. "Better."

"Can you help me with my thighs, Tom?"

The assist for thigh rotation is to place the hands between the thighs, crossing the wrists, and pulling back on the front of them, rotating them inward. They occasionally moaned when I did that, but this was the first time it got to me.

Her thighs were supple and strong, her skin soft, radiating perfect health. I released her thighs and slowly slid my hands back, gently tracing my fingers over her inner thighs and then lingering. She moaned again as she turned her head back to look at me.

"I'm so tight down there," she said quietly, "can you help me stretch? It'll be our little secret."

I'd like to say it was a decision I struggled with, but seemingly freed of any ethical consequence, I peeled those shorts down without a moments hesitation as she yelped, and held her as I lifted her foot to be free of them.

Her pussy was entirely hairless with full, dark lips. I sat under her as she straddled my face, eagerly licking and sucking the folds along her slit until I came to her clit. I sucked and licked gently while she moaned, fingers tightening in my hair, until I felt her shudder above me, her legs losing strength.

I reached up to support her, and guided her gently down to the mat, removing her bra and quickly peeling off my own shorts and shirt.

"I can do Happy Baby," she said brightly, as she lay back, raising and bending her knees, calves up and grasping the sides of her feet with her hands.

My cock throbbed and bobbed as I pushed her knees apart, covering her in a heavily modified Balasana, positioned at her glistening slit. I slipped in cleanly, disappearing past the dark lips, and she dropped any pretense of yoga as her legs gripped my sides, and she held me tightly to her.

"I always masturbate after your classes," she breathed into my ear, as my hips propelled my cock rhythmically amidst squishy sounds. "Your voice makes me wet."

She really needed a good stretch, and after a few minutes I realized I wasn't going to last. Still glowing from her earlier climax, she clasped me tighter, and I felt her body tensing up as we both moaned in unison. My cock swelled and spasmed thick gobs of seed in her, while she cried out with a long, and un-yoga like "Fuuuucccckkk."

Afterwards, we lay together and kissed while I stroked her belly. As we were getting up, she purred, "I feel bad Tom, you might want to think about charging more."