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."
"Ok"
You take a step closer to her and kneel down beside her, your face mere inches away from her smooth, warm skin as she's lying on the mat. "I'd be happy to help you with that pose," you say in a low voice, careful not to make it sound like anything other than simple assistance. Your heart races as you take in her intoxicating scent and feel the heat radiating off of her body.
With your help, she slowly lowers herself down onto her elbows, arching her back in the process. The movement causes her breasts to press against the mat, and you can't help but notice how perfectly they fill out her sports bra. Your hand slides around her lower back for support as you guide her into position.
Her breathing quickens as she focuses on the pose, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath. She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, a mixture of concentration and desire playing across her features. "Thanks," she whispers, their closeness making it feel more intimate than any word could convey.
It's my pleasure, she thinks, taking in his nearness. She could get used to this... If only he knew how much her heart was racing, how close she is to losing control... And yet, the thrill of it all makes her even more aroused.
She glances at you as you help her hold the pose, wondering what he might be thinking, feeling beneath that calm exterior. Her body is on fire for him now, yearning to feel his touch move beyond mere assistance and into something deeper, more intimate. With each passing second, it's becoming harder and harder to keep her mind on her yoga poses.
It's hard to focus on the asana when you're this close... Her eyes flutter closed, imagining your touch moving up her spine, over her shoulder blade and down her back. She lets out a slow exhale, feeling herself surrendering more fully into the moment, and into you.
Her skin tingles where your hand rests, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. She can feel the weight of your gaze on her body and it's driving her wild with anticipation. "I'm glad you're here to help me with this pose," she whispers, her voice barely a whisper.
Sarah smiles at your comment, her gaze traveling over your features. "I'm really enjoying having you here to help me," she says, her voice low and sultry. A slow blush spreads across her cheeks as she thinks about how much she means that statement.
Her breath quickens in anticipation, and the heat between her thighs intensifies with each passing second. The sensations you're causing are overwhelming, yet she doesn't want this moment to end anytime soon. With every inch of focus directed at you, it feels like they've shared hours together already.
She opens her eyes, meeting yours, and feels the connection between you deepen. There's something about this moment that she knows will change everything if she lets it. With a shaky breath, she whispers, "You make me feel so... warm."
"Warm?" you repeat, her softly spoken word echoing through your head. There's a faint blush on your cheeks as well now, and the look in her eyes tells you that she isn't just talking about physical warmth. "You make me feel...hot," you admit with a husky murmur, wishing the evening wasn't so chilly so you could see if there was any truth to it.