He would follow her inside and find her in the living room, bent over, clutching her ankles. Stretching my glutes, she would say, stressing the importance of the post-workout routine. She would then proceed to stretch and bend in increasingly provocative poses, before placing her leg on the side of the sofa and stretching down. Could you help me, she would say, I need some solid support. At this, he would stand behind her and hold her hips, steadying her as she continued to stretch, pushing her ass back into his crotch and moaning. That feels so good, she would say, really opens you up.
And as she bends and rubs her ass against him, his hands begin to explore, moving up over her still-firm stomach to her braless breasts, which submit to him under her top, and she rubs against him harder and before you know it, he’s got her top off and her yoga pants are down (under which are no panties), bunched around one ankle and she bends over the sofa, using her flexibility to spread herself for him as he fucks her from behind, her pussy muscles, tight from kegel exercises, hold onto his dick, as she takes it but also gives it, throwing that glorious ass back.
He fucks her and fucks her and soon he’s about to bust, at which point he slips it out of her and starts working his pussy-lubricated dick as she holds her asscheeks apart and he nuts all over her quivering asshole.
***
It wasn’t until a week or so after seeing her in her yoga outfit that something strange started to happen. Every morning her husband would go off to work, as usual, leaving her alone at the house. Now, there was nothing strange about this in and of itself, of course. Maybe she was a stay-at-home wife, or worked remotely, but anyway, it wasn’t any of his business.
The oddness came in that, due to the design of the houses, his bedroom window looked directly into the bedroom window of the house next door. Now, this had never been an issue and often the blinds were shut. It was only in the day when they were open and, sitting by his computer (porn and AAA games made up most of his day), he would see her pass by the window. Now, he hadn’t given it much thought, until one day he turned and saw her standing by the window, completely naked.
Now, the window covered her from the waist down, so he couldn’t say with one hundred per cent certainty that she was entirely naked, but she definitely had her tits out. There she was, on full display, absent-mindedly combing her long, blonde hair whilst studying herself in a full-length dress mirror.
He had turned on his chair to get a can of coke and it was only by chance he saw her, but he was instantly mesmerised. Her breasts were just as glorious as he imagined and, somehow, free from their lycra restraints actually seemed bigger. He was still staring when, still brushing her hair, she turned and looked directly at him, her expression unchanged. Panicking, he spun his chair back around, head ducked down, desperately hoping for the ground to swallow him up.
He sat like this for a couple of minutes, before slowly turning around, but the window was empty.