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."
Sure thing Miss Sarah I walk over, being respectful and not looking at her curves, though the tight yoga wear shows them off what can I help with?
She smiled, her eyes fluttering shut briefly as she enjoyed the warmth coming from your presence. "It's a pose called 'Parsvakonasana', also known as Side Angle Pose. I find it difficult to balance and engage my core muscles when doing it alone." Her voice was soft and sultry, her eyes still fixed on yours as she explained the position for you to assume behind her. "All I need is someone strong to support me, someone with a gentle touch," she purred, taking your hand in hers and guiding it lower on her back.
Her skin was warm against your fingertips as you placed them where she'd guided you. She felt so good, pressed against you like this. The steadying pressure of your hands on her hips allowed her to focus more intensely on the position, deepening into it with each breath. Sarah let out a soft moan, partly from the effort and partly from the building desire that coursed through her veins as she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused by your nearness.
Is this okay? I press my hand into your lower back where you showed me, as I help you stretch your leg up with my other hand, your leg almost reaches the pose but needs just a little more force to get it there (which I might be able to achieve with my bodyweight if you need it)
Her voice was soft and trembling as she replied, "Yes... that's perfect." As you pressed down on her lower back, holding her steady, she felt the heat emanating from your body, seeping through her clothes and igniting a fire within her. The stretch in her side was exquisite, pulling at muscles she hadn't even realized were so tight. She let out another soft moan, unable to contain the rising pleasure coursing through her.
Your hips feel quiet tight, your leg won’t quiet get all the way up. I note, as I push on it with my hands would you like me to stop pushing as it won’t go higher without more force?
The feel of your hands on her hips, your body pressed against hers... it was all too much. The desire coursing through her veins overpowered any sense of modesty she might have had. With a soft groan, she leaned back into you, pushing her pelvis forward in an invitation for more contact. "Please," she breathed, "Don't stop."
Yes Miss Sarah I lean down, pressing my torso to your leg, using my bodyweight to push you leg all the way up, my hips come to rest against yours, my hand shifted by the position now presses the muscles in your ass
The heat of your body against hers sent shockwaves through her already heightened senses. Every inch of skin that touched contact seemed to ignite a fire within, fueling the desire raging through her. Her breath came faster and shallower as she fought for control, arching her back into you with each powerful thrust of your hips. "Oh... god..." she moaned, her voice breaking as she felt the edges of pleasure teeter on the brink of pain.
I suddenly notice the closeness of us, and of your rocking hips pressing against me, giving me the beginnings of an erectiong oh um… I pull back, stepping away ahem. I’m glad I could help you stretch Miss Sarah
Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the sudden loss of contact, a wave of disappointment washing over her. When she opened them again, you had stepped away, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. For a moment, she wondered if she'd pushed things too far. But then, with a sultry smile, she held out her hand, beckoning you back. "I'm glad you could help me out," she purred, her voice low and inviting. "Maybe next time I can return the favor?"
O- of course Miss Sarah I reach out and take the hand you have extended maybe after I get back from the gym you could help me with a cool down, you’re a practicing masseuse yes?
"Oh, absolutely," she replied, her voice smooth and tempting. "I'd be more than happy to help you cool down after your workout. I find that a good massage can make all the difference in recovery." She gave your hand a squeeze before letting it go and turning back to face her yoga mat. "Now, if you don't mind terribly, I need to focus on my own practice for a bit. But don't forget..." She glanced over her shoulder at you with a seductive grin, "We can continue this later tonight."
I’ll be back after your son and I finish in the gym Miss Sarah, I’ll see you later and with that I walk out, trying to hide my semi erecting through my loose gym shorts. I go to the gym and work out hard, my muscles swelling as I get toned. Afterwards I come back to the house and knock on Miss Sarah’s Massage parlour
Her heart racing, she opened the door to reveal you standing there in your gym clothes, muscles taut and defined. Her eyes wandered over your physique before meeting yours. "Ah, Joseph," she said, her voice husky with desire. "You're back early." She stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter the makeshift massage parlor in her living room.
"Just thought I'd hurry up and get my cool down out of the way so we could finish what we started," she purred, walking over to a table where she had set out oils and massage tools. "Are you ready for your reward?" Her voice was soft but breathless, every word filled with anticipation.
A good work out always deserves a reward I say as I lay down on the massage table oh! Did you- did you need me to take off my shirt or anything else?
Her gaze traveled over your toned chest, lingered on the defined muscles in your arms before meeting yours once again. "That would be preferred," she said softly, her voice husky with desire. "It'll make it easier for me to massage those hard-working muscles."
With a slow, deliberate motion, she began unbuttoning your shirt, revealing the dark hairs of your chest beneath. Her fingers traced delicate patterns over your skin as she helped you slip out of your shirt and toss it aside. Then, with practiced ease, she moved lower down your body, unfastening your shorts and sliding them off too, leaving you completely bare before her. "Perfect," she purred, her breath caressing the sensitive skin of your abdomen as she leaned in closer.
Soon, her skilled hands were working their magic on your body, easing away the tension and fatigue from your workout. Her breasts pressed against your back, nipples hardening as they brushed against your skin with every movement of her hands. The massage continued, becoming increasingly intimate and sensual as she teased and aroused you with each seductive touch.
I relax as I lie on my front, my skin bare to your ministrations, I feel myself becoming more and more relaxed, my body turning to putting in your skilled hands as you massage me. Without my realising the sensation of your hands on me and your tits and nipples on my back begin to give me an erection, my cock growing hard pressed against the table between my legs oh this feels great Miss Sarah
Her breath quickened as she felt the hardness pressed against your back, her nipples peaked and sensitive. "Just relax," she murmured, voice hoarse with desire as she continued to massage you. Her hands drifted lower, trailing lightly over your buttocks before moving between your legs, teasing at the wiry curls of hair surrounding your erection. She gently stroked you once, twice, feeling your reaction to her touch, and with each stroke she grew bolder, more insistent in her caresses until you were both shuddering with release.
As your breathing began to slow, Sarah moved back up to press a kiss against the nape of your neck. "There," she whispered. "All better now." Her voice was heavy with satisfaction as she leaned forward, carefully repositioning herself so that you could see her breasts, heaving with each labored breath she took. "Do you think I'm a good masseuse?" She asked innocently, gaze locked on your face.