cumming fast in my yoga pants for gym after rubbing and fucking my pussy

The door creaked softly as I slipped into the locker room, wiping sweat from my brow. Another intense yoga session, and my body was positively aching for more. I caught my reflection in the mirror – flushed cheeks, glistening skin, my tights clinging to every curve. It was a sight that made my heart race.

Bypassing the shower, I made my way to the changing area, eager to get out of these confining clothes. I peeled off my top, letting it drop to the floor as I reached back to unclasp my bra. My full breasts bounced free, nipples already puckered and sensitive from the heat of exertion. I stepped out of my leggings next, a wave of cool air kissing my bare skin and making me shudder.

But it was when I tugged down my panties that the real shock hit. Sticky strands of milky white clung to the gusset, slowly congealing as they cooled – the unmistakable, viscous evidence of my orgasm. In the middle of class, distracted by the rhythmic sounds of moans leaking from my headphones, I had unconsciously started rubbing my clit, hot pulses of pleasure radiating outward as my hips bucked against an invisible partner. Before I knew it, I was coming undone, squirting hard into my leggings, != the bolus of ejaculate soaking through the fabric and pooling in my crack.

My face flushed crimson as I realized the implications. While I had cleaned up as best I could, there was no way to remove the stains entirely. People would know what I’d done. How desperate I’d become. I wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment… but if I was being entirely honest, there was a thrilling component to all of this depravity too.

I looked around furtively, confirming I was the only person in the room. Swiftly, I removed the soiled panties, letting them fall unceremoniously to the floor with the rest of my discarded clothes. Then, with trembling fingers, I slid a hand up my thigh, hiking up my short skirt and baring my glistening slit. I couldn’t help myself.

Sinking down onto the bench, I spread my legs wide, one foot braced on the ground, the other resting against the smooth wood of the locker beside me. I teased my puffy lips apart, flushed and swollen with arousal, already slick and dripping once more from the memories of my earlier impropriety. Two fingers plunged inside without preamble, angling just right to brush against that divinely tender spot deep within.

A throaty moan escaped my lips as I began to thrust, fucking myself with growing abandon, the obscene wet sounds filling the empty room. In that moment, I didn’t care where I was or who might overhear. All that mattered was releasing the tension building back up in my core. Needing to come again so badly it hurt.

Those same fingers I’d just used to plunge into my aching hole found their way to my clit, flicking over the sensitive nub in quick, staccato bursts. I could feel the orgasm already starting to build, ripples of pleasure radiating out from where I touched myself. My hips bucked wildly, shamelessly seeking more stimulation as I chased that elusive peak.

When it finally came, it was formidable, muscles locking up tight before giving way to a tidal wave of sensation that crashed over me again and again. I nearly screamed in pleasure, liquid gushing out around my thrusting fingers and soaking through the thin, revealing fabric of my skirt. My legs shook uncontrollably, nearly collapsing out from under me.

As I came back to myself slowly, I could feel the telltale warmth spreading, sticky trails seeping through the material to leave another stain. The mere thought made me shudder, both with residual pleasure and shameless greed for more. I wanted to be covered in my own essence, absolutely drenched in my own erotic release.

But I knew if I kept going, I wouldn’t be fit to leave the premises at all. Always the consummate professional, I forced myself to stand on shaky legs, tidying what I could and smoothing my disheveled clothing back into place. I probably looked as though I’d just run a marathon, but it would have to do.

Practically floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss, I sauntered out the door, letting it swing shut softly behind me and sealing my secrets away inside. Walking past the line of mirrors, I caught sight of myself once more, cheeks rosy, hair mussed, lips swollen. I looked thoroughly debauched, and I knew none of the other yoga enthusiasts would ever guess the salacious truth behind my altered appearance.

I might not be able to advertise my freshly fucked status to the whole gym, but the allure of it all was irresistible. A naughty secret. The promise of something more delicious waiting just for me.

Only one thing was for certain – I’d be coming back for more tomorrow… and for as long as I could realistically live out this fantasy without getting caught.