u/Feeling-Vanilla-5399

First off, sorry about removing the original story. I had some account issues and I took it off thinking it would help. I’m still kinda new to Reddit (about 6 months) so I’m still learning how things work around here. I guess if you delete a post it’s gone forever so sorry :(.

Recap: I’m a female in my early 30s and teach yoga, Pilates, and dance classes at the Sports and Racquet Club near where I live. Over the past 7 weeks or so I’ve been having some increasingly friendly encounters with a guy (referred to as K) who has been attending my yoga recovery class from a sports injury. It all climaxed a little over a week ago after he had been sending some signals and we had a mini hookup in my car.

I posted my story on Sunday and I was so nervous about my next upcoming class. After our mini fling on Thursday we hadn’t talked at all, even though I had the number of most people in the class and he had mine from mass texts I had sent out. People were super cool here and encouraged me to reach out so I did. I’m not very suave so I sent him a text saying “hey [K], I just wanted to reach out and let you know I’m glad you came to class last Thursday. I’m also glad you came after class ;).” Really smooth I know lol. For my newbies, I sucked his dick in my car and that was pretty much it, although I let him feel my breasts while we did it. One reason the whole thing started was he kept staring at my boobs when he thought I wasn’t looking. Turns out he likes them a lot lol. He responded faster than I thought with a “hi [vanilla]! I’ve been thinking about you today. I’m so glad I ended up taking your class. I enjoy getting to know you, including the private lessons lol. I’ll see you on Tuesday for sure.” I took both those as great signs: he was thinking about me :) and he was still interested. I was a little sleep deprived so I’ll blame that for the booby pic I sent him. Yep, only one date and a BJ + booby pic. In my defense exercise really increases my sex drive, and that’s basically all I do 20 hours a week. That’s what you get when you cross a horny woman in her early 30s with too little sleep. (And yes, he responded with a ❤️ and a “even better than I remembered.”

I was surprised on Tuesday morning when he texted to ask if I wanted to get coffee before my classes. The class he’s in is my last for the day, so we ended up meeting at the nearest coffee shop to the gym several hours before our actual class. He wasn’t in gym clothes, but what I assume was what he wore for work - jeans, button up, casual shoes. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. I described him before but he’s about 6’, blonde hair a little longer than most guys, and not super bulky but still toned and fit. He plays soccer which is why he got into my class in the first place. We talked a little about work - he works doing IT contracts for US companies - and we talked about yoga, his injury, etc. I actually appreciated that he wasn’t saying lewd stuff even though I was the one who instigated everything and sent him a pic. We had to be pretty quick but he went back to work and I started my classes. He was there for yoga recovery and we chatted a bit after class but nothing else.

Thursday I woke up feeling super deflated. The yoga recovery class was an 8-week deal and today was the last day of class. I was tempted to ask K if he was going to sign up for any of my other classes but I didn’t want to come across as grasping for business. I kind of had some thoughts/ideas in the works and I always had his number. My biggest concern is that we would text a bit and he would just lose interest. Either way I knew it would be ok but I really was attracted to him and felt excited and sexy about myself for the first time in a really long time.

During class we covered everything we had learned and did our most difficult flow so far. The idea of the recovery class is to give people tools to maintain balance and core strength so they can keep doing it on their own. We finished just a touch early and a lot of the class milled around talking and I found K coming over as people were starting to clear out. He mentioned something about how that was a killer workout and we talked about yoga for a bit. He said something like “yeah haha I’ve never sweat that much in a yoga class.” Maybe it’s because I was thinking about ways to move things forward but my mind and mouth came up with this: “oh really? Would you like to shower off at my place?” Part of me was mortified that I had said that out loud in my studio. I looked around to see if anyone was staring but I don’t think anyone heard me except for K. When I looked back at him I saw the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on someone in that gym. I was probably beet red but he agreed and asked me if he could drive and meet me there. I gave him my address and made my shaky way down the stairs and out to my car.

When I got home I pulled in my garage and walked around to my front door. He took a couple minutes to catch up but parked out front and we went inside the front door. When that door closed my mind was racing with thoughts like “omg this is really happening, K is in my house.” Idk if you guys can relate but when you know that something is about to go down it’s like neither of you know what to say. We went into my bathroom without talking (except him saying something token like “nice house”), stripped out of our gym clothes while I ran the water to heat up and got inside the shower. We started kissing, softly at first then a little more firmly. His hands were around my back, mine over his neck, boobs pressed against his toned chest and upper stomach. Good kissing is all about pace imo, and K knew what he was doing. A little tongue slipped in here and there,
And soon we were full making out, moving our hands over each other, getting completely soaked in the warm water.

One nice thing about guys is that it’s pretty easy to tell when they are into something. There is an *ahem, biological reaction that is like the mercury in an old thermometer. The longer and higher, the more excited you know they are. K was probably a 9/10 on the dick hardness scale based on the jabs in my stomach lol. I felt with my hands a little then slid down to where I could see. It’s weird what thoughts you have while doing it. The first thing I noticed was that he had trimmed up down there. To me, that was confirmation that I wasn’t the only person thinking this might happen. Like before, I started kissing the head while using my tongue to hit those extra good spots. He almost immediately went to a 10/10 on the hardness scale. I got a little soap from my dispenser and fully committed my mouth to his penis while using the soap to massage his balls. I stroked his head and shaft with my mouth and tongue while stroking his balls with both hands. I could tell by his breathing he really liked it. He came pretty fast, and cleaning up is a little easier in the shower. We washed ourselves and each other in soap and then got out to dry out.

I felt a little stupid when we slipped in my bed because I had been thinking all weekend about him on top of me (and inside me) but I had just basically ruined that by having him finish in the shower. I find oral sex really erotic in general and in the past I’ve almost orgasmed by just giving BJs. Still, I hadn’t really thought things out. I reached down to feel if he was hard and started massaging him, feeling that he was kind of half-hard. I was surprised then when he shifted to the side a bit and said “don’t worry about that.” Then he said something like “you’ve already given it to me twice, I think it’s finally your turn.” I wasn’t totally sure what he meant but he started kissing me again, and I kissed him back, putting some tongue in to keep it hot. He started pulling back, kissing my face and my jaw, then my lips again. Then, after pulling back a few times he put his lips down on my neck, gently kissing and very lightly moving to my collarbone. I think my entire spine tingled its way out of my back when he hit my collarbone and a little below, almost like an out of body experience. I was breathing pretty heavily and he could probably tell with his ear so close to my head.

K had always stared at my boobs in class so it was no surprise he started moving onto my breast, kissing and soon sucking on my boobs and nipples while I stayed flat on my back. When done right, it feels pretty good, and K again was soft and tender enough that I was starting to moan and sigh softly. He moved his head down further to my belly button and with a jolt I suddenly realized what he meant by it being “my turn.” This guy was traveling down south to repay the oral I had been giving him. When his kisses reached my leg line It’s probably good he couldn’t see my face because I was probably smiling in a way stupid enough to scare any guy off. He didn’t go straight for the target but moved his head around, kissing and gently sucking around my inner thighs. At this point, we were both dried off from the shower, so the wetness I could feel between my legs was my body begging for what I had been craving for so long.

When his tongue finally landed firmly on my clit, I think I mouthed a silent scream of ecstasy to my ceiling, hips out and head back. As he started licking and moving his tongue, what actually came out were deep moans. I couldn’t help it, and wouldn’t have stopped even if I could. He continued to explore my world with his mouth, I’m not sure for how long. At some point, my legs started shaking and he paused to ask if I was ok. I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out the condoms I had bought over the weekend. When I checked, he was hard as a rock. I pulled it on him and then pulled him on top of me.
My legs were still shaking when his penis slid inside my pussy. It was tight, and wet, and warm, and perfect. He started thrusting, deep penetrating thrusts. Soon it seemed like I could barely breathe from gasping. Him too. We fucked each other until we both came, sweaty, warm, and exhausted in each other’s arms. I remember thinking to myself as we started drifting off to sleep, that we would definitely need a shower after a such sweaty workout.

That was yesterday. I’ve had Pilates classes all day today and am totally worn out. Although, maybe it’s kind of like being sore after a good workout, because - although I’m worn out from a long night with K and a long day at work - I feel better than I have in a long time.

First off, sorry about removing the original story. I had some account issues and I took it off thinking it would help. I’m still kinda new to Reddit (about 6 months) so I’m still learning how things work around here. I guess if you delete a post it’s gone forever so sorry :(.

Recap: I’m a female in my early 30s and teach yoga, Pilates, and dance classes at the Sports and Racquet Club near where I live. Over the past 7 weeks or so I’ve been having some increasingly friendly encounters with a guy (referred to as K) who has been attending my yoga recovery class from a sports injury. It all climaxed a little over a week ago after he had been sending some signals and we had a mini hookup in my car.

I posted my story on Sunday and I was so nervous about my next upcoming class. After our mini fling on Thursday we hadn’t talked at all, even though I had the number of most people in the class and he had mine from mass texts I had sent out. People were super cool here and encouraged me to reach out so I did. I’m not very suave so I sent him a text saying “hey [K], I just wanted to reach out and let you know I’m glad you came to class last Thursday. I’m also glad you came after class ;).” Really smooth I know lol. For my newbies, I sucked his dick in my car and that was pretty much it, although I let him feel my breasts while we did it. One reason the whole thing started was he kept staring at my boobs when he thought I wasn’t looking. Turns out he likes them a lot lol. He responded faster than I thought with a “hi [vanilla]! I’ve been thinking about you today. I’m so glad I ended up taking your class. I enjoy getting to know you, including the private lessons lol. I’ll see you on Tuesday for sure.” I took both those as great signs: he was thinking about me :) and he was still interested. I was a little sleep deprived so I’ll blame that for the booby pic I sent him. Yep, only one date and a BJ + booby pic. In my defense exercise really increases my sex drive, and that’s basically all I do 20 hours a week. That’s what you get when you cross a horny woman in her early 30s with too little sleep. (And yes, he responded with a ❤️ and a “even better than I remembered.”

I was surprised on Tuesday morning when he texted to ask if I wanted to get coffee before my classes. The class he’s in is my last for the day, so we ended up meeting at the nearest coffee shop to the gym several hours before our actual class. He wasn’t in gym clothes, but what I assume was what he wore for work - jeans, button up, casual shoes. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. I described him before but he’s about 6’, blonde hair a little longer than most guys, and not super bulky but still toned and fit. He plays soccer which is why he got into my class in the first place. We talked a little about work - he works doing IT contracts for US companies - and we talked about yoga, his injury, etc. I actually appreciated that he wasn’t saying lewd stuff even though I was the one who instigated everything and sent him a pic. We had to be pretty quick but he went back to work and I started my classes. He was there for yoga recovery and we chatted a bit after class but nothing else.

Thursday I woke up feeling super deflated. The yoga recovery class was an 8-week deal and today was the last day of class. I was tempted to ask K if he was going to sign up for any of my other classes but I didn’t want to come across as grasping for business. I kind of had some thoughts/ideas in the works and I always had his number. My biggest concern is that we would text a bit and he would just lose interest. Either way I knew it would be ok but I really was attracted to him and felt excited and sexy about myself for the first time in a really long time.

During class we covered everything we had learned and did our most difficult flow so far. The idea of the recovery class is to give people tools to maintain balance and core strength so they can keep doing it on their own. We finished just a touch early and a lot of the class milled around talking and I found K coming over as people were starting to clear out. He mentioned something about how that was a killer workout and we talked about yoga for a bit. He said something like “yeah haha I’ve never sweat that much in a yoga class.” Maybe it’s because I was thinking about ways to move things forward but my mind and mouth came up with this: “oh really? Would you like to shower off at my place?” Part of me was mortified that I had said that out loud in my studio. I looked around to see if anyone was staring but I don’t think anyone heard me except for K. When I looked back at him I saw the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on someone in that gym. I was probably beet red but he agreed and asked me if he could drive and meet me there. I gave him my address and made my shaky way down the stairs and out to my car.

When I got home I pulled in my garage and walked around to my front door. He took a couple minutes to catch up but parked out front and we went inside the front door. When that door closed my mind was racing with thoughts like “omg this is really happening, K is in my house.” Idk if you guys can relate but when you know that something is about to go down it’s like neither of you know what to say. We went into my bathroom without talking (except him saying something token like “nice house”), stripped out of our gym clothes while I ran the water to heat up and got inside the shower. We started kissing, softly at first then a little more firmly. His hands were around my back, mine over his neck, boobs pressed against his toned chest and upper stomach. Good kissing is all about pace imo, and K knew what he was doing. A little tongue slipped in here and there,
And soon we were full making out, moving our hands over each other, getting completely soaked in the warm water.

One nice thing about guys is that it’s pretty easy to tell when they are into something. There is an *ahem, biological reaction that is like the mercury in an old thermometer. The longer and higher, the more excited you know they are. K was probably a 9/10 on the dick hardness scale based on the jabs in my stomach lol. I felt with my hands a little then slid down to where I could see. It’s weird what thoughts you have while doing it. The first thing I noticed was that he had trimmed up down there. To me, that was confirmation that I wasn’t the only person thinking this might happen. Like before, I started kissing the head while using my tongue to hit those extra good spots. He almost immediately went to a 10/10 on the hardness scale. I got a little soap from my dispenser and fully committed my mouth to his penis while using the soap to massage his balls. I stroked his head and shaft with my mouth and tongue while stroking his balls with both hands. I could tell by his breathing he really liked it. He came pretty fast, and cleaning up is a little easier in the shower. We washed ourselves and each other in soap and then got out to dry out.

I felt a little stupid when we slipped in my bed because I had been thinking all weekend about him on top of me (and inside me) but I had just basically ruined that by having him finish in the shower. I find oral sex really erotic in general and in the past I’ve almost orgasmed by just giving BJs. Still, I hadn’t really thought things out. I reached down to feel if he was hard and started massaging him, feeling that he was kind of half-hard. I was surprised then when he shifted to the side a bit and said “don’t worry about that.” Then he said something like “you’ve already given it to me twice, I think it’s finally your turn.” I wasn’t totally sure what he meant but he started kissing me again, and I kissed him back, putting some tongue in to keep it hot. He started pulling back, kissing my face and my jaw, then my lips again. Then, after pulling back a few times he put his lips down on my neck, gently kissing and very lightly moving to my collarbone. I think my entire spine tingled its way out of my back when he hit my collarbone and a little below, almost like an out of body experience. I was breathing pretty heavily and he could probably tell with his ear so close to my head.

K had always stared at my boobs in class so it was no surprise he started moving onto my breast, kissing and soon sucking on my boobs and nipples while I stayed flat on my back. When done right, it feels pretty good, and K again was soft and tender enough that I was starting to moan and sigh softly. He moved his head down further to my belly button and with a jolt I suddenly realized what he meant by it being “my turn.” This guy was traveling down south to repay the oral I had been giving him. When his kisses reached my leg line It’s probably good he couldn’t see my face because I was probably smiling in a way stupid enough to scare any guy off. He didn’t go straight for the target but moved his head around, kissing and gently sucking around my inner thighs. At this point, we were both dried off from the shower, so the wetness I could feel between my legs was my body begging for what I had been craving for so long.

When his tongue finally landed firmly on my clit, I think I mouthed a silent scream of ecstasy to my ceiling, hips out and head back. As he started licking and moving his tongue, what actually came out were deep moans. I couldn’t help it, and wouldn’t have stopped even if I could. He continued to explore my world with his mouth, I’m not sure for how long. At some point, my legs started shaking and he paused to ask if I was ok. I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out the condoms I had bought over the weekend. When I checked, he was hard as a rock. I pulled it on him and then pulled him on top of me.
My legs were still shaking when his penis slid inside my pussy. It was tight, and wet, and warm, and perfect. He started thrusting, deep penetrating thrusts. Soon it seemed like I could barely breathe from gasping. Him too. We fucked each other until we both came, sweaty, warm, and exhausted in each other’s arms. I remember thinking to myself as we started drifting off to sleep, that we would definitely need a shower after a such sweaty workout.

That was yesterday. I’ve had Pilates classes all day today and am totally worn out. Although, maybe it’s kind of like being sore after a good workout, because - although I’m worn out from a long night with K and a long day at work - I feel better than I have in a long time.

Hi all, I’m F28, been on the sexy side of the internet for the last 6 months or so. Mostly I’ve been exchanging pics with other people, sexting, etc. Recently got in touch with someone who’s actually local and there’s been some chats about possibly having fun offline. This is kind of a brand new thing, especially since everything so far is just digital. If we do it it’s the real deal. For those of you who have gone all the way, is it worth it, and would you do it again?

28F here, how often is too often when asking him to go down on me?

Had to edit down because of length. Basically this: F28, married 6 yrs, 5 years of slow sex life. A couple months ago it skyrockets and I’m horny all the time. Hubby had a hard time keeping up. He goes down on me at least every other day when I ask. Is this what it’s like being a dude? Horny all the fn time?

Hi all, I’m 33F and work part-time teaching yoga and Pilates at a sport and racquet club. The place I work isn’t just sports but has weight rooms, cardio nooks, and rooms for special classes like the ones I teach.

The classes I teach are yoga, Pilates, and occasionally some dance-based classes. I’ve been teaching for a little over five years and have worked with some incredible people. I know gyms are kind of stereotypical for people meeting because of the endorphins, skimpy clothes, sweaty bodies etc. I’ve seen my share of cute guys. Occasionally it turns into friendly flirting but usually not more than that. That (fortunate-or-maybe-unfortunate)ly recently changed.

One of my classes is Yoga for Recovery that focuses on healing injuries or life events. I mostly get post-partum moms (the reason I started yoga in the first place) and sports injuries. At the start of a new class, a guy that I’ll call “K” started doing my recovery class. He strained a muscle in leg playing soccer and was doing core strengthening while he was out of practices. For context, he’s 35, so not exactly a young guy like he used to be.

The first few lessons he didn’t talk much or ask questions, but I noticed that whenever I led a flow or demonstrated a move, he would stare at me very intently. To be more specific, he would STARE at my boobs. Like all class long. It was like my breasts were a new pickup in one of those touch-a-truck competitions and if he took them off for even a second he would lose.

I think most girls at the gym experience this occasionally (or quite often sometimes). Getting stared at happens, especially if you are wearing something more revealing. Sometimes it’s creepy, especially from certain types of guys. Weirdly enough, from K, it was kind of flattering. He had blonde hair, kind of long but not past his ears. Decently tall, not seriously bulky but pretty lean with good muscle tone. He’s the kind of guy that exuded confidence without having to say much. In my classes, I started interacting with him more, correcting his form, giving him kudos for good work etc. He must not have thought I knew he stared so much because whenever I talked to him he would look me in the eyes.

Anyways, my recovery week course is 8 weeks and it’s a fairly small class. By week 2, we regularly talked about form and recovery goals, by 4 weeks we chatted sometimes before or after class together. Overall, we were getting friendlier and I was enjoying spending little bits of time with him. It was around week 5 that he started complimenting me. It started with little stuff like “you’re a good teacher” and “I hope I can get to the point where I’m as toned as you” and gradually became more personal like complimenting my clothes. I think things shifted when he asked me why my boyfriend doesn’t come to the class. Background: I’m separated from my husband and don’t wear my ring. It seemed like K was obviously trying to gauge whether I was in a relationship. I basically told him I don’t have a BF and just smiled. He said something like “wow I wouldn’t have believed it.” Up until that moment, I had never done more than consider that K is cute and has a nice butt. This is about where my brain started going into hyperdrive. I already have a really high libido, and getting complimented by a fit, hot guy was definitely not slowing it down. During that class, I imagined for the first time what he would be like doing those poses, just with me under or on him while he did them.

I’m not too embarrassed to say that I got out a toy that night and thought about him while I helped myself out. Having a high sex drive can suck sometimes but it also makes a fantasy really stick and that helps a ton when it comes to personal sexy time.

He wasn’t in class the other day that week but showed up during the next one. The whole time he was super flirty and nice and was really enthusiastic throughout our yoga flow. When I was cleaning up after the second class that week, I noticed that he had left his water bottle behind. Maybe I’m just too stupidly hopeful, but I was pretty sure he left it on purpose as an “open” for me. I had a weekend to think about it but TBH I knew what I wanted to do because it was the thing I had been fantasizing about.

The next week during our first class I showed up to teach in one of my lower-cut tops. It was the same thing - light conversation, him staring at my boobs when he thought I wasn’t looking, playful interactions. My heart was beating so much faster than light yoga should have caused. It seemed like it must be obvious to everyone else I was super worked up and nervous. When the class was done I slowly put my stuff away and knew K would probably come by for at least a quick convo before taking off. He didn’t disappoint, and we talked a bit about sports and the weekend. I casually mentioned the water bottle and jokingly told him I took it home for myself. He kind of laughed and I told him I meant to bring it inside but left it in my car instead and that we could go down and get it. He agreed and we headed down to the lot.

I normally get to the gym early and have my pick of good parking. Today, I had parked by the corner of the lot where there were planters in between car rows with bushes and grass. My hands were shaking I was so nervous. I opened my car door on the driver’s side and half sat down to grab his bottle and then told him we could drive to a better spot that had opened up if he wanted to get inside. I think he kind of knew what was happening and went along with it. He sat down in the passenger seat and stared at me. For the tiniest second, I had the urge to just turn the car on and repark like I said I would. Instead, I looked him in the eyes and told him something about how much I liked having him in my class. He smiled and said he liked getting to know me better. Because I’m sappy and cliche I’m pretty sure I said “maybe you’d like to get to know me even better.” Either he’s sappy too, or he just didn’t care, he smiled and nodded and said he was thinking the same thing.

We kind of moved at the same time. He reached over to me and I reached over to him, one hand reaching down to his shorts. He kissed my cheek and I moved my hand lower on his shorts and could feel something hard. I kind of awkwardly fondled him over his shorts while he kissed my neck. We both started breathing a little heavier, kissed a couple times, then I reached down and pulled his shorts down enough that his erect penis was pointing straight up out of his lap. It’s kind of like that’s what I needed to see for the next part. I leaned over and started kissing his head, using my tongue to hit the good spots. He put his hand lightly on my head so I kept going, alternating between stroking with my mouth and kissing the tip. The really intense part was moving down and kissing/sucking lightly on his balls. There was just a bit of sweat and the taste was so primal and erotic. After a bit I switched back to his penis and kept sucking him. It was an awkward position but I moved his hands down my shirt while I worked and he seemed really into it. He finished in my mouth and I did my best to clean him up while he held my boobs. After he pulled his shorts back on I turned the car on and re-parked. We went inside and I went into the women’s locker room (after saying goodbye to K). I went into a stall and massaged myself until I orgasmed.

That was two days ago. I’m split between so satisfied with the experience and kind of worried about class next week. But anyways, I guess I’m one of those gym sluts now.