Josh had met Rachel when he conducted a fire safety inspection at the timber rotunda where she delivered a community yoga class. Despite their age gap, they hit it off straight away, and fell headlong into an amorous relationship.
The sex was great, the conversation lively and they truly enjoyed each other's company. After initial courting, they moved in together and for the past six months they had shared an apartment. Rachel even thought that he might be the one.
The success of Josh's career was the antithesis of Rachel's own yoga business. Attendance declined at her outdoor community yoga sessions as the season became colder. She'd observed that pattern every year, but when the weather picked up again in the springtime, the numbers remained grim. In an unfortunate death spiral, the sparse attendance diminished the social atmosphere, which in turn led to more people dropping out, until whole enterprise became unsustainable.
Thinking about the business depressed Rachel, but at least she looked forward to Josh's company each evening. She loved when her young lover burst through the door after a day at work and she would long to see his naked body as he immediately hit the shower. She would entice him to make love straight away, despite his protestations of needing to relax. In actuality, he needed no respite at all, as his young muscular body was primed for sexual action pretty much all the time.
Rachel made the most of their time together, routinely offering him sex. Josh rose in the wee hours each day for early starts at the station, but on weekends and his rostered days off, Rachel would let him sleep in a little, before rousing him with a daybreak blowjob. His cock would be stiff every morning before he woke and she always wondered what was happening in his dreams. Rachel loved to nuzzle into his orange pubic hair, before gently licking and sucking his cock to full arousal. Josh's eyes would open and his body would animate, and from there Josh would take charge, deciding on what sex took his fancy that morning. Rachel delighted in following along, with Josh's strong limbs positioning her in just the way he wanted, to enable him to fuck her mouth or pussy until his final ecstatic release.
At night, they would lie naked beside each other in bed, discussing their days. Rachel would gently fondle his cock, gauging Josh's readiness for more lovemaking, while she guided the conversation.
She would describe her day's yoga classes, and the women who attended. She talked of the positions and postures that the class would experiment with. Josh loved to hear about the bodies in folded and bent positions, and after the descriptions he would sometimes ask Rachel to demonstrate. He found arousing the postures which presented her body on full display, and he couldn't help but caress, kiss and fuck her while her body had tied itself up.
Rachel was talking through a disappointing session in which most of the ladies in the class struggled. "You know, Halasana, the plow pose?" Rachel asked. Josh had no idea.
She demonstrated, happy to be Josh's centre of attention. Firstly she scooted around the bed, throwing off all blankets and sheets. She lay on her back on their bed, body straight, hands on hips, and effortlessly bent her body sharply at the hip with her legs raised straight into the air. With an additional crunch, she lifted into a shoulder stand, with her buttocks raised high, her arms forming triangles to support her back, and her neck kinked in an ungainly manner. Josh thought that her feet were so high and pointed that her toenails might scrape the ceiling.
"And now
plow
," said Rachel, letting her straight legs slowly descend, with her toes coming to land at the foot of the bed, beyond her head. She released her hands from her hips, and let her arms fall flat to the floor behind her back. "And we're here," she announced dramatically.
Josh looked over her taut and lovely body. Her breasts were crushed up and drooped down towards her face, but still they were so beautiful. Her buttocks were on full display, and he could see the teardrop opening of her pussy through her thigh gap. Her glutes and hamstrings filled his vision, and the skin appeared so soft and silky that he could not help but rub his palms against it. Tiny lines crazed across her ass and down to her thighs, the remnants of growth marks from an earlier age. He loved these little imperfections, and it reminded him that he was coupled with a real woman of greater age than he.
Rachel let her spine curve, her legs relax and her knees bend allowing her shins to rest on the mattress on either side of her head. She brought her hands around to pull her legs apart a little, and peering through the gap she grinned at Josh and surprised him with a playful "Peekaboo!". He always managed to make her feel so young at heart, and brought vibrancy to her outlook on life.
Josh had grown hard and his cock was aching, even though it had only been that afternoon that they last fucked. His middle finger slipped between Rachel's pussy lips and he felt the soft moist remnants of their afternoon lovemaking.
He stepped onto the bed, with a wide legged stance straddling Rachel's folded body. Josh steadied himself, his calloused hands grabbed each of Rachel's ass cheeks for balance, and he lowered his torso to let the tip of his cock present to Rachel's labia. She felt the tingle as the skin made contact, and unable to restrain herself, she awkwardly reached between the gap in her legs and pulled his cock into her cunt.
Josh let himself rest at her entrance for just a moment, and then pressed on, directing his member to slide deep inside of her in one smooth movement. It drove the air from Rachel's lungs, as his first penetration always did, but in this folded posture, she found that drawing a breath was a burden. Her lungs were compressed in the pose and she needed to gasp to suck the air in.
Josh began a gentle rocking, moving back and forth with his cock deep inside of her. From her vantage, Rachel could see a closeup view of her own pussy swallowing the entirety of Josh's dick. She could see his balls, hanging heavy and low, hovering over her face. Her vision extended to a delightful view of his muscular legs, with his buns flexing in tempo as he moved their bodies about.
Rachel loved feeling Josh's hands massaging the orbs of her butt as their frames swayed back and forth, feeling his cock pressing against who-knows-which organs inside her contorted body.
Eventually, she could sense the telltale signs of his climax rising. His rhythm of movements quickened, and the skin on his balls seemed to contract, pulling his testes into a tight sack. When he came, she could feel his weight collapse down on her, crushing her further as his dick thrust hard inside. He stayed for a moment, quivering all over, and then withdrew, pulling a long stream of runny, clear cum with him as his cock left the sanctity of her pussy. The stream of semen continued to drip from her pussy lips, and Rachel closed her eyes, feeling it drip on her forehead, before she untangled herself, sat up and kissed Josh on the lips.
Afterwards, Rachel snuggled into her boyfriend's chest and they continued to talk. Josh told her about his day, and as usual, she asked after his colleagues at the station. He loved it when she would play a game, contriving erotic fantasies involving his co-workers. He never intended to recreate them in real life, but it turned him on to hear Rachel confess to dirty thoughts and naughty secrets.
The firemen at Station 11 were all fit and handsome to a man. It was no wonder his brigade released an annual calendar, dedicated purely to the individuals at that station alone. Rachel proudly hung it on the wall at their home, and used the pictures to inspire her imaginings as she developed sex stories for Josh at night. She was super proud of the month of July, which featured Josh himself, shirtless, and decked out in heavy calico pants and a helmet, with a huge hose reel draped over his wide shoulder.
"Murray's got the calendar picture this month," she informed Josh as she curled a finger around his chest.
"I know babe. The boss." Josh was spent from fucking already twice that day, but he was still happy to hear Rachel's imagination manifest.
"What do they call him again?"
"Donkey Kong," replied Josh. They all had nicknames at the station. Murray was the team lead, on his way to become the station commander. He had acquired the name before Josh's time, but he understood that the 'donkey' moniker was associated with Murray's prominent endowment. There was more to the story, but that's the part that Josh conveyed to Rachel.
"So," continued Rachel in her sultry fiction-story-telling voice. "It turns out that Murray was passing by and he had those ropes in the car to return to you. You know, when you learn those rope-tying things."
"Rigging," corrected Josh.
"Yeah, that's it. So Murray is on his way home from work, and you know he's left his uniform behind at the station, so he just drives in his boxers and a tee shirt. Then there's a knock at the door, and I didn't know that he was coming around, so I answer it in my nightie."
