Wet Panties From An Exciting Yoga Class ♕

Time to reflect on the invigorating yoga session that led to me having very wet panties.

When my friend introduced me to the yoga studio she attended, I’ll admit I wasn’t sold right away. I already had a fantastic figure, flexibility, and plenty of opportunities to get hot and sweaty with strangers. It wasn’t until I saw my instructor Rocco that I understood her excitement. I could feel my arousal building as his eyes made their way over to me. This studio space was small, and only had a few mats spaced out across the floor in two rows. I had no clue what erotic possibilities this studio had in store for me. 

I took a space near the center of the class, sitting down on my mat cross-legged and waiting for others to take their position finally. It hadn’t occurred to me how much the friction of my tight yoga pants would rub against me, already feeling my sky blue panties’ dampness through the fabric. Rocco had started the class not long after I arrived, and I followed along with relative ease. I would tilt my head towards the front and see his piercing eyes watching my body bend in front of him. Then he instructed us to change into a triangle pose with a smile. “Very good,” he praised as we shifted, “Close your eyes and take deep breaths. Inhale… exhale”. 

Wet Panties Clung To The Stretched Fabric

He began to walk mat to mat, adjusting our poses, and I could once again feel my wet panties cling to the stretched fabric of my yoga pants. Rocco stood behind me, and I felt his hands slide down my waist and grab at my hips, pulling them back against him. He spoke in a low voice, telling me to twist my torso just a bit more.

I could feel his cock twitch as it grew hard nestled between my ass. Our breath synced as he stepped back and to my left, his hand trailing across my hip, ass, and between my legs. His fingers slid along the seam of my pants until he felt the stickiness of my wet panties. I tried not to moan as I felt him rub in a circular motion. My thighs began to squeeze themselves together around his hand. He stepped away and moved on to the next mat, leaving me craving more. 

Shortly after, Rocco ended the class. I then watched everyone begin to roll up their mats. My eyes flickered to Rocco as I subconsciously bit my lip. Finally, as the studio started to empty, I approached him with a lustful gaze. “That was quite the stretch. Do you offer any advanced classes?” I rubbed my thighs together, enjoying the little bit of pleasure it gave me. “I wanted to try some different positions.”

My instructor looked over my shoulder and watched the last person leave, and he spoke into my ear, “Roll out your mat, and I can show you another one.”

He Thrust Deep Inside Me

Rocco moved quickly after that, teasing me as he laid me on my knees. Afterward, he bent me forward, so my shoulders hit the ground with my arms outstretched. I watched in the studio mirror as he peeled off my tight pants and pulled down my wet panties. His large cock slid into my tight, slick cunt, and I watched his reflection as he thrust deep inside of me. I wiggled my hips as he fucked me, wanting every inch of him deep inside of me.

He used his hand across my body, teasing my clit as he pounded me, drawing out orgasm after orgasm. My moans echoed the empty studio space. Next, he focused on my pleasure until I couldn’t take anymore before he filled me with his cum. I lay on my mat breathless. Of course, all I could think about was how excited I was for next week’s class.