LustyGrandmas Hot GILF Fucks her Yoga Teacher

The old woman reclined back in her favorite leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other. She adjusted her eyeglasses as she scanned through her endless stream of online dating profiles. At 68, convertible-loving divorcee Denise was beginning to tire of the endless string of flings with eligible bachelors her age. They were all so… predictable. Boring. What she craved was something… different.

Her eyes widened as she stumbled across a profile that piqued her interest – “Brian, 28, Yoga Instructor”. His chiseled physique and impressive collection of headstand selfies practically leaped off the screen. Denise bit her lower lip, a twinkle in her eye. This could be exactly the adventure she’d been yearning for.

She messaged him, explaining she was looking to get into shape and asked if he offered private lessons. His quick reply accepting an invitation to her house confirmed Denise’s hunch – he certainly seemed open to more than just twisting and stretching. Her pulse quickened as she imagined the improper ways his proprietary hands could guide her body…

A knock at the door made her start. It was already 11am – the randy little scamp must have hurried right over. She buzzed him in and waited, smoothing a wrinkle in her yoga pants. The doorbell rang and Denise took a deep breath before swinging the heavy oak door open.

Brian stood there, radiant and shirtless in tiny nylon shorts that clung to his every curve. “I’m here for your… private lesson, ma’am,” he said with a roguish wink. “Do you have a mat ready?”

“Oh yes, let me grab that for you,” Denise purred, leading him into the spacious den. She bent down slowly to retrieve the rolled mat from a low shelf, making sure to give him a tantalizing view in her skintight spandex. “There we go!”

Brian set about warming Denise up, running those strong hands across her back as she raised her arms over her head on the exhale. “Remember, let your breath guide you,” he breathed in her ear. She was practically purring as his chest pressed against her shoulders.

“Mmm, your techniques are so instructive,” she sighed. “You’re very thorough with reaching deep into my hips like that… I can feel my flexibility expanding with your progressive touch!”

He grinned and leaned in, “Well, we can go deeper, if you’re ready. Let me guide your leg here…” His fingers slid up her inner thigh as he bent her in half. Denise gasped. This was what she craved!

They continued like that, with Brian “assisting” her into poses, his touch becoming bolder with each stretch. Denise felt a heat building and she arched into his caress. “I think I need an especially deep private session,” she murmured. “Something, um, not on the mat.”

“Oh, I could do private,” Brian husked. “But I have a feeling you’re not quite… centered yet.” His hand drifted up under her tank top. Her nipples blossomed in response. “Let me help you find that higher plane.”

“Take me,” Denise breathed. She grabbed him and pulled him into a searing kiss, her naughty tongue invading his younger mouth. Brian gripped her hips and ground himself against her through their straining pants as they made out hotly. Finally, he broke away and spun her around, bending her at the waist.

“Ass up, yoga pants down,” he commanded hoarsely. “I’m going to fuck your centers into alignment!” Denise wiggled out of her pants and panties and presented her wrinkled ass, feeling sinfully wanton. Brian took himself out of his shorts and gave her a firm slap. She moaned. Then he thrust into her heat and started pumping her right into the muscle work.

His intense younger physique rocked her hips back to meet him as they hips smacked together lewdly. Denise was putty in his sculpted capable hands, groaning and quaking with every push. Finally, she felt him swell and expand inside her and Brian groaned his adolescent climax, pumping into her as he rode the wave.

As they both panted and caught their breath, Denise mused that she’d be returning to this “private studio” very regularly for her intense private fitness sessions. Stretching was good for you, after all!

Young Brian looked pleased as punch as well, shaking hands after their taxing session. “So, how does Monday morning sound for your next lesson?” he grinned lustily, adjusting his bag.

Denise gave him a slow and sultry wink. “Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of my advanced poses. Ladies… and gentlemen… prefer an experienced woman who knows exactly what she wants.” Some things only got better with age… and added experience.