Stretch My Pussy! Getting Soaking Wet and Horny During Yoga Workout

Title: Stressed Pussy, Unstretched! A Yoga Workout That’s Anything But Calm

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting an ethereal glow across the city, Nicole stretched her lithe body, yawning softly. Her roommates were still sound asleep, bless their souls, but Nicole had always been an early bird. She threw on her tight yoga pants and sport bra, tying her long, dark hair into a ponytail.

Nicole’s yoga sessions had become a staple in her daily routine. Not only did it help her stay in shape, but it also served as a stress reliever after a long day at the office. And today was no different. She wanted to feel refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready to take on anything that came her way.

As she stepped onto her yoga mat, Nicole took a deep breath. She started with basic stretches, working her way up to more advanced poses – warrior three, crow, and even a handstand against the wall. The more she moved, the sweatier she became, and the tight fabric of her yoga pants clung to every curve of her supple body.

Halfway through her routine, Nicole found herself in the standing split pose. She bent her front knee while extending the other leg high up in the air, holding her ankle for balance. But the pressure from the pose had unintended consequences. Her zen-like state was shattered as she felt an undeniable warmth spreading between her legs.

Nicole’s breathing became heavier, and not from exhaustion. The more she tried to focus on her breathing, the more aware she was of the growing moisture in her panties. The thin, stretchy material of the yoga pants was now damp from her juices, the outline of her pussy lips becoming more visible with each passing second.

Surely this wasn’t part of her routine, right? Nicole shook her head, trying to rid herself of these uninvited thoughts. She switched to a downward dog pose, hoping the blood flow would subside. But the new position only made matters worse. Her back arched, pushing her round ass up high in the air, and her wet panties now pressed tightly against her sensitive clit.

Was this a punishment from the yoga gods for her lustful thoughts? Or was it just nothing more than a physiological response to the stretch and bend? Nicole decided it was time for a cool-down.

Lowering herself to the floor, she began with some deep breathing exercises. But instead of feeling calm and centered, all Nicole could think about was ripping her clothes off and pleasuring herself until the aching sensation in her nether regions subsided.

Enough was enough. Nicole rolled up her yoga mat and slumped onto the couch, throwing her head back as she began massaging her aching breasts. She peeled off her sport bra and soaked yoga pants – pooling them in a wet heap on the floor. Now, clad only in a flimsy thong, she rubbed her engorged clit through the fabric.

It didn’t take long before Nicole slipped a finger into her dripping wet cunt. “Fuck yoga,” she panted as she started fingering herself hard and fast. “I should’ve gotten some dick instead.” She wished she could fist herself, wild and unhinged, but settled for a two-fingered plunge.

Just as she was about to climax, she heard her roommate shuffling into the kitchen. Frustrated, Nicole quickly grabbed a pillow to muffle her pleasured moans. Under the guise of comfortable grooming, she buried her face, continuing her naughty ritual.

She came hard, her squirting pussy getting the relief it craved. But one orgasm was simply not enough for her raging hormones. She picked up the pace, her hand following the trail of cum dripping down her thighs.

How long had she been ravaging herself? The wet cushion next to her broadcasted her labors. Nicole’s mouth watered as she noticed her panties catching stray sprinkles while she self-serviced, whipped into a frenzy.

“Mmmm…” She moaned, plunging three fingers in and out like a teenager discovering the joys of masturbation for the first time. “Uhhhh…” Nicole wished her pillow had a mouth to suck on her fingers. Instead, its cotton inner stuffing absorbed her juices and grunts of delight.

Finally, she climaxed a second time. Her orgasmic cries were clearly heard this time, most likely rousing her other roommates. As she caught her breath, Nicole chuckled, realizing it was definitely time to shower. The bathroom would add to the laundry pile, but it was worth it. Her dripping cunt had no trouble finding its rhythm once more.

Resuming the downward dog pose, now fully nude, Nicole understood that yoga can be a meditative art. Its connective focus, from mind to body, also stimulated her soul here and now. Just as much as it bathed in her own fluids.

As morning sunlight now crossed her sweat-matted room, Nicole accepted her well-desired funk, prideful in her undeniable erotic spirit, for this was the true design of yoga. An erotic full-body stretch, to carve one’s body into a vision of sensuality. With a renewed grace, she tidied up the room, ready to start her day.

Was it wrong to let a yoga routine turn into an exhaustive, marathon masturbation session? Well, yoga seems to be a performance art of stretching the envelope, so no. Nicole could finally do her next task – cleaning herself up – with a peaceful mind.

As she turned on the shower head, moistening circles began to travel upward, along her body, destressing the once pent-up contours.