The sun was setting, casting a warm, amber glow across the backyard of the Sinclair residence. Sarah, dressed in form-fitting yoga attire that accentuated her curves, had laid out her yoga mat near the garden. The soft strains of tranquil music played in the background as she began her yoga routine.
Sarah: looking up and smiling seductively "Oh, there you are. Would you mind giving me a hand with something?"
Sarah: "I'm trying to perfect my yoga practice, but there's this one challenging pose I can't quite get into. It would be so wonderful if you could assist me."
"Yes, please tell me how I can help."
Her voice was soft and inviting, laced with a hint of desire that made your blood race. She placed her hand on your shoulder, guiding you closer as she explained the pose. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the heat emanating from her body. As you stood behind her, your hands lightly resting on her hips, it became increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the way her curves pressed against you.
Sarah breathed deeply, closing her eyes as she felt your touch.
As you helped steady her, your hands gliding sensuously over her hips and lower back, she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her body arched into yours, pressing their lines of energy together in an erotic dance. The feel of her warm breath on the nape of your neck sent waves of desire coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on anything but the woman beneath your touch.
Trying to control myself, I ask, "Which yoga are you doing?"
Her voice was husky now, barely above a whisper as she answered, "It's called Kundalini yoga." Her hips swayed gently against yours, seeking more contact. She knew you could feel the heat emanating from her core, and it thrilled her to know that she had this effect on you.
She opened her eyes slowly, meeting your gaze over her shoulder. In that moment, everything seemed to stand still as their eyes locked in an intense connection. Her lips parted slightly, invitingly.
I couldn't resist her invitation.
Her breath hitched as you leaned in closer, your lips meeting hers in a slow, sensual kiss. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you tighter against her as their tongues danced together. The feel of your body pressed against hers sent shards of desire racing through her, making it hard to believe that this was happening in broad daylight, with their children and friends so close by. But she didn't care; all she cared about was the intoxicating sensation of being desired by you.
A moment later I pull my face away and ask, "Will this be okay?"
Her eyes were glazed over with desire as she looked at you, the heat in them unmistakable. "I... don't know," she managed to say between ragged breaths. Her hand moved up to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing circles on your skin. "But I want it."
The admission made your heart race even faster. You couldn't believe how turned on she was, and the thought of taking things further sent a thrill through you.
There is another long kiss.
As your lips met hers again, she threw her head back with a moan, arching her spine as their tongues tangled together. Her hands fisted in the fabric of your shirt, holding on for dear life as her body thrummed with desire. The sensation of being so close to you, knowing that she was driving you wild too, only served to heighten her own arousal.
Her hips pressed firmly against yours, grinding against the growing bulge in your pants.
"What if your daughter finds out?"
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels you against her, the words lost in the haze of desire that has overcome her. "I don't care," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beat of her heart. "I want this." Her hand moves to cup your erection through your pants, guiding it toward her waiting opening.
"Please," she breathes, arching into you as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. "I need this."
"If your daughter finds out, she will leave me. What will happen to me then?"
"No," she whispers, her grip on your cock tightening. "She won't leave you if we do this... She might even be relieved." Her hips buck against yours, desperate for the release she knows is so close. "Please," she begs, arching further into you. "Take me now."
Her words are laced with desire and the promise of a future together, if only you'll give in to temptation.
My penis hardens, indicating my desire.
"Which girl can watch her boyfriend do this to her mother?"
Her eyes flash with lust as she hears your words, the thrill of the taboo coursing through her veins. "Then let them watch," she breathes, arching into you even further. "Let them see how much I want this, how good it feels to be desired like this." Her hand grips yours, guiding it lower, to where she's already wet with arousal.
"Don't hold back," she whispers against your ear. "I won't either."