Saturday with the Family and Music

It is just another Saturday morning. Before you start running errands and go shopping with the family, its “Saturday Morning Chores”. Something you and your wife agreed to when you first got married, during the week keep the place clean and orderly, and on Saturdays, do the hard cleaning; bathrooms, floors, laundry, and anything that you don’t need to do daily. When you were first married, the little apartment you shared was easy to clean, and you put on music to help keep the mood up.

That was a decade ago. Two kids later and a house in the suburbs, you still start off Saturday morning doing chores. The kids are getting to a point where they can help a bit now. So as they are putting their cereal bowls in the sink, you start cleaning the bathroom. Your wife puts a load of laundry in the washer and then cleans the kitchen. As you are bleaching the toilet and wiping down the faucets you hear her turn on music. The kids cheer and you hear them putting away toys and books as they sing along.

Before the kids were born, your wife might have picked something a little sultrier and more sensuous, but she picked one of the Postmodern Jukebox albums. You laugh to yourself at that. They kids love them because the tempos are “so old time”, and they like to dance as they clean. The lyrics of some of the songs are very sexy, but the kids never notice.

As you scrub the sink you hear “Listen Girl, I’m not like all these other fella’s” as Wayne Brady sings his version of “Thriller”. A Cab Calloway style take on the old MJ hit. Your kids are clapping and singing with it. As you finish the sink and move to the tub, you are moving your hips in tempo and singing.

Soon the song switches to “Bad At Love” performed by Amber Eyes. A “runaway bride Jazz”-style cover. You go to the kitchen to get the mop, and see your wife swaying back and forth as she wipes down the cupboards. You place your hands on her hips for a moment and sing along and then whisper in her ear, “You’re not bad at anything my love.” Then you kiss her cheek and take the mop into the bathroom.

“Daddy, can I vacuum?” your son asks. “All our toys are up. I’m big enough to do it.” You set the mop down and look at the living room. Everything is off the floor.

“Ok, do you know how to do it?” you ask as he plugs it in. He pushes the handle release and then the power button.

“Yep. Mommy showed me.” He says with a grin.

“Ok, ask if you need help.” You say as you go back to do the bathroom floor.

“Daddy, can I help mop?” your daughter asks, standing by the bathroom door.

“No baby, but have you dusted in the living room?”

“I’ll get the swizzer and do a good job.” She says heading for the mop closet. You hear “Crazy Train” by Jennie Lena and think “Yes this place is a crazy train.”

When you finish the bathroom, you rinse the mop and bring it back to the kitchen for your wife to use. 

You hear yelling from the living room. “Daddy told me to use the swizzer to dust!”

“I got to finish vacuuming first. It’s a Swiffer not a swizzer, dummy.”

“Mommy said don’t call names.”

“Don’t be a dummy and I won’t.”

“That’s enough! What’s going on?” you yell.

They both stop, as the music “Million Reasons” keeps playing.

“He started it.” Your daughter says angrily pointing the dust mop at your son.

“Uh-uh. You started it. I was vacuuming and you started dusting where I vacuumed.” He says defensively.

“He called me a dummy.” She starts to respond.

“Stop! Both of you.” You sigh for a second, and then look at your son. “You are the older one. You know better than calling your sister names. Are you done in here?”

He lowers his head, “Yes, Daddy I am.”

“Ok. Apologize to your sister and put the vacuum away.” Then you turn to your daughter. “Did you finish dusting?”

“Uh-uh Daddy, he wouldn’t let me.” She says, her head bouncing in tempo to “Despacito”.

“Ok, Baby, finish dusting and then go to your room.” You say, without realizing that you are also moving in tempo with the song.

You look in the kitchen and all that is left is for you to mop it. Your wife must be down in the laundry room. You mop slowly swaying in tempo to Kenton Chen singing a torch song version of “Look What You Made Me Do”.

As you finish you hear a wolf whistle from behind you. “Yeah, Shake your money maker.” You hear your wife say. She has the laundry basket in her hands. You move in an exaggerated motion, using the mop like a dance pole, for a second.

“Do you need help folding those?” you ask.

“Sure. Finish up and join me in the bedroom.” She says with a smile.

After hanging up the mop, you wipe your hands clean and go the bedroom. “And… We… Can’t… Stop…” you hear the opening strains of the acapella version of “We Can’t Stop”. Your wife is singing along as she sits on the bed folding clothing. 

“And…We….Won’t…Stop.” you respond as you help fold. Both of you are happily singing along as you get to “This is our house….this is our room…”

The kids quietly walk in, humming as you both are singing loudly. They take clothes from the basket. Your son folds his socks and underwear. Your daughter hands you one of your wife’s bras, which you take still singing “We own the night…” and hand it to your wife. When the song ends the basket is empty and there are four piles of clothes.

The kids take theirs and put them away.

Your wife leans in and kisses you. “If they weren’t here right now, I would show how much I want you right now.”

You hug and kiss her. “Maybe later, Love.”

With all of the chores done, you all load up and run errands. There are a couple of stores you have to stop at and get things for the week. Your wife reminds you to go to the craft store for things the kids need for their end of the school year projects. You nod, thinking “Glitter, glue, construction paper, crayons, markers, and everything that makes a mess.”

Then to the grocery store to stock up for the week. Juice boxes, pounds of ground beef, macaroni, and of course more of those stupid frozen nuggets. The kids point and squeal, “Daddy, the dino shaped ones!”

But you grab the family sized bag of the regular ones, because they are on sale. The kids make an “Awwww” sound, but your wife says, “Maybe next time, if you are really good.” Which brightens them up.

As you fill up the back of the car, your son points out that the Ice cream shop at the end of the block opened up. You look where he is pointing and see waving flags reading “Season Opening” and “Welcome Back”.

Your daughter grabs your pants leg, “Daddy, Please. We helped real good today. Ice cream.”

Your wife smiles as she closes the back of the car and grabs the empty cart. “Take them and I’ll follow in a minute.”

You take your son in one hand and your daughter in the other and walk down the block. “I scream….You scream…. We all scream… for Ice Cream.” You all laugh and sing.

Inside, it is just like last year, lots of bright colors and a dozen or so flavors. Your son begs for a bowl, but you tell him that you are just getting cones for everyone today. He nods and quickly says “Chocolate” Your daughter says “Cookie Dough”, your wife walks up behind you, placing a hand on your ass. “I think I want Rum Raisin.” You look at the list of flavors, “I don’t see it, Dear, You’ll have to pick something else.” You think back for a minute, something about when your daughter was conceived, both of you were eating rum raisin on the living room couch and you went from eating ice cream to eating each other. “They have Black Cherry, or Mint Chocolate chip” you comment.

“If I get the Black Cherry, will you get the mint? Then we can have a lick of each other’s.” She winks and smiles. Yes, she is in one of those moods.

On the drive home, the kids happily lick their cones and drip ice cream all over the back seat. You knew it would happen, which is why you will wipe it all up when you get home.

Your wife holds both cones as you drive. She puts one to your mouth to lick, and then the other. At a stop light, you look over at her as she is seductively licking around the tip of each one.

“Are you enjoying them?” you ask playfully.

“That’s not fair, Mommy is eating Daddy’s ice cream.”

“It’s okay. We are sharing. See.” Your wife says as she holds a cone to your mouth again.

“There are times I am glad I don’t have a ‘vanilla’ wife.” You say in a soft tone.

“If I can get the kids down for a nap, I’ll show you.” She responds.

Once you are home, everyone helps carry in groceries, then you wipe down the back seat and the kids’ car seats, to keep things from getting sticky.

When you walk in, your wife is washing the kids’ hands and telling them to put a movie on in the living room. You head straight for the living room and pick a Disney film. You know that if you let them pick, they will fight and argue but if you have one already selected, they will sit quietly and watch. They sit down on their cushions. You hear microwave popcorn popping and then your wife comes out with two small bowls and two juice boxes.

“Thank you, Mommy,” your daughter says. “Yes, Thanks Mommy” your son replies, never taking his eyes off of the animated characters.

Quietly you both head out of the room and creep to your bedroom. Silently you close the door and lock it. She kisses you. You taste both flavors of ice cream on her.

“I thought we were going to wait until bedtime?” you ask.

She takes off her t-shirt and bra. “Maybe you want to wait, but I want you now.”

Her nipples are so beautiful and perky. Perfect for sucking on, but she isn’t waiting for that as she strips off her jeans and panties. She backs up onto the bed, pulling you along.

“We are going to have to be quiet.” You say as she sits on the edge of the bed, her legs spread open.

“I think I have a better use for your mouth, than listening to you talk.” She says as she pushes you onto your knees and pulls your face between her legs. You smell her excitement. Gripping her hips, you slowly kiss the inside of her right thigh. Slowly, softly, kissing your way inside her thigh, moving closer to her damp pussy.

“You are teasing me.” She whispers, “That’s not fair.”

“I’m being quiet.” You respond and use the tip of your tongue around her damp lips. Then you have a wicked idea. You put your mouth over her clit, and hum “We Can’t Stop”.

She grabs handfuls of your hair. “Damn that feels good.”

You shift your hands so you grip her ass and alternate humming and licking. She starts quietly singing along, but she changes some of the words, “It’s my body, we can do what we want…. It’s my body we can say what we want….It’s my body, we can love who we want……we can kiss who we want, we can live how we want.”

You stop licking for a second and whisper. “I like that.”

She is so wet and tasty. She was probably distracting herself to keep from cuming too quickly. “Stand up…I want to see how hard you are.” She whispers back.

You do, unbuttoning your jeans, pulling out your mostly hard dick. “Is that good enough for you?” you whisper.

She leans forward, licks the tip and then takes it in her mouth. She starts humming where she left off with the song. The vibrations move through you and you put your hands on her head. “La da di daddy..I like to party…We’ll do whatever we want….This is our house, this is our room…” You try to quietly sing. She grips your shaft and balls. She sucks you firmly for a moment. “Damn, do you want me to cum in your mouth or your sweet cunt?”

She stops sucking. “Fuck me now.” She says in a low growl.

She lies back as you lift her bent legs and rub your tip along her very wet and open lips. You thrust into her, gliding in so easily. Between her excitement and saliva on your cock, she is ready for you. Normally you would take your time, but you remember that the kids are only watching a movie, so you go fast, hard, and deep. She bites her lower lip as she grips a nipple with one hand and uses the other to rub her clit.

“She won’t last long.” You think as you grip her tighter and fuck her harder. You are breathing harder, but you keep your mouth closed tightly to try not to make noises.

You feel her pussy tighten around you as she orgasms, stifling her noises by putting a hand to her mouth.

“Yes, cum for me my love.” You say in a loud whisper, as you thrust and hold it. Your cock spasms inside of her, filling her with your hot jizz. You are both sweating a bit.

“Join me in a quick shower.” She says as you slide your softening member from her.

“Good idea, It gives an excuse why we are naked.” You respond as you grab bathrobes for both of you from the hooks on the back of the door.

Barefoot, you both quietly leave the bedroom and peek in on the kids. They are still watching the movie, but it is close to the end.

“Mommy and I are going to shower. You enjoy the movie.”

They both make a distracted “Uh-hu” sound.

Your wife starts the water. “We better make this quick.”

“I agree. Just washing, no shower sex.” You nod.

“This time” she says with a mischievous grin.

“I love Saturday’s like this”. You say as you hand her a washcloth.

(Thank you to Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox for inspiring this story. This was taken from the songs on ‘Jazz Me Outside, Pt. 2’. If you haven’t heard their versions of the songs I described, you really should. If you enjoyed this, leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you next week.)

In the Mood

 It had been a busy week for both of us, and last night we fell asleep pressed up against each other. Normally we have a sensual and enthusiastic love making session Friday night, but we felt just like cuddling and fell asleep.

The alarm goes off and you feel me move to turn it off. But instead of silence or News, I apparently hit the wrong button and switched the station to that Independent Jazz station we sometimes listen to.

You hear a soft sultry voice singing “Are you in the Mood”. The music is slow and the words are meaningful. I turn down the volume a bit.

“Should I turn it off, or do you want to listen for a bit?” I ask.

You turn and kiss me. “Let’s see what else they are going to play.” You say as you pull yourself tightly against me.

The next song that comes on is “All Of My Love”. You hear Smokey Robinson’s voice, you feel my fingers slowly caressing your left breast. My lips, so warm and familiar, slowly kissing your neck right below your ear. I slowly kiss down your neck in rhythm with the music.

I kiss once for every four beats. Moving slowly and continuing between your shoulders. My fingers slowly roll your left nipple keeping that same quarter time speed.

“Mmmm We haven’t used music like this for a long time.” You say.

“Should I stop….. or keep moving down….” You hear me ask between kisses.

“Keep going….but let me….roll on to my back. Use that…..talented mouth…..on my chest.” You are trying to keep with the rhythm of the song too.

As you roll, you hear Lou Rawls singing “Early Morning Love.”

They rhythm is slower and I kiss your mouth first, and then slowly, in tempo, move down your neck, your chest, and to your right nipple. Slowly licking and kissing my way to your hardening nipple. My fingers go back to rolling your left nipple, in tempo with the song. You feel my mouth cover your right breast and I suck your nipple firmly. Just as firmly I pull your left nipple. They are both so hard now.

The song ends and you hear the DJ, in a soft, smooth voice, “Welcome to ‘In the Mood’, on this early Saturday morning. I hope all of you men and women, kings and queens, princes and princesses, are all enjoying what I’m laying down for you.”

He continues doing a quick recap of the artists and songs, then does the station ID.

“Community Radio is a special thing,” he continues on for a moment. “so lie back and enjoy as I continue on with Ray, Goodman, and Brown, “Special Lady”.”

As vocals and music rise, you feel me stop focusing on your breasts and slowly kiss and lick my way down your stomach. I move my body down I can more easily get between your legs.

I start humming along as I kiss the inside of your right thigh.

You feel the vibrations of my humming, as I move closer to your damp pussy.

“You are such a special lady.” I say and slowly lick up and down, around the edge of your pussy lips.

“Are you going to tease me this morning?” You ask, a tone of enjoyment in your voice.

“It depends. Shall we see what he plays next?”

Another vocal track similar to “Special Lady” but different. The tempo is similar and the refrain is “You’re the Best Thing in My Life”.

As the music continues, you feel my head moving in tempo, my tongue licking between your wet, tasty lips, and then up around your clit. You feel my fingers lightly press back the hood, as my tongue licks and then I suck.

You feel vibrations again as I hum along with the music. The slow, sensual music feels so right along with how I work my mouth.

You feel the pleasure building, I rub your clit harder and faster, as you feel my tongue deep in your pussy.

You tighten your thighs around my head as you enjoy your first orgasm of the morning.

Then you hear the opening cords of “Inside of You.”

“I think that is a suggestion….you should take and get inside of me.” You say breathing a bit harder.

I lie next to you and kiss you again. You taste your cunt on my mouth. “Why don’t you ride me?” I say, laying on my back.

You try to move in time with the song, but you really want my hard shaft inside of you. Slowing your breathing and moving in rhythm, you straddle me and slowly move your wet pussy lips along my hard cock, as it lies on my belly.

“Mmmmm are you going to tease me too?” I ask.

Instead of male voices, the next song has a clear strong female voice, Debra Laws, sing “Very Special”.

You grab my shaft, and slowly lower yourself on it. Moving your hips in rhythm with the song.

“Oh, yeah, you feel so good.” I say as I grab your hips.

Every time you rock forward, you press your sensitive clit against me, and then rock back, feeling the pressure of my hard cock inside of you.

It feels so good. Your next orgasm is building, and you want to cum so hard.

You grab my hands and hold them against the bed as you lean forward. Your nipples rubbing against my chest. You press down against me as you cum again.

“Isn’t that the way to start the day.” You hear the voice on the radio say. “We had Miss Debra Laws with “Very Special”, Ray, Goodman, and Brown with “Inside of You”, The Dramatics singing “You are the Best Thing in my Life”, as we started this set with “Special Lady” also by Ray, Goodman, and Brown.”

You release me and lie in my arms. My softening cock slides from you, and you feel my jizz dripping from you.

I kiss you again. “Should we listen to his next set, or clean up and start the day?” I ask holding you tightly.

“Let’s listen for a bit longer. Maybe we will start every Saturday with his show?”

(A special thanks to 89.3 WPFW and DJ Arthur McCloud and his show “In the Mood”. This story was inspired by listening to his Saturday morning show. If you enjoyed this story; Clap, Highlight, and Comment. If you really enjoy my stories, Follow and Subscribe. You can also listen and support Community Radio WPFW. They are online too www.wpfwfm.org .)

Laundry Day

 

It is a quiet Saturday morning, perfect for doing laundry. You are walking around the house in only your underwear. The washer is done with the load of colors, so you look into the dryer to make sure it is empty, and you see something inside. You think it might be an old sock from a previous load, so you get down and reach in to get it.

You don’t hear me walking up behind you.

“Mmmmm that is a sexy position.” I say.

With your head all the way in the dryer, I stand right behind you. You feel my hand slowly caress your firm ass cheek. “Yes, you are so sexy in that position.”

Feeling me slide your panties to the side, and my wet slick tongue slowly licks up and down your pussy, you push back against me.

“Wait a minute, and let me change my position.” You say. You back out of the dryer, stand up, and lean against it.

Looking back, you see that I am still on my knees behind you. With a hand on each cheek, I slowly lick from your pussy to your ass.

The tip of my tongue slowly goes between and around the folds of your pussy lips and then slowly up the crack of your ass. I spread your cheeks wider and you feel the tip of my tongue tease your tight crinkled hole.

You feel one of my fingers slide into your wet pussy. “Oh, you are such bad boy.” You say as you push back against me.

I reach under your top and pull one of your nipples as the fingers of my other hand slowly go in and out of your pussy. I stand up and whisper in your ear “How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

My warm breath on your ear feels sexy as I pull your right nipple firmly and thrust my fingers into your wet pussy. “Do you want to face me or shall I keep you bent over?” I whisper.

“I want you to lick and suck my nipples.” You respond.

Your nipple is so hard in my fingertips, but I let go and step back.

You straighten up, remove your top and panties, then sit on the top of the dryer, and spread your legs. The metal top is cool against your skin.

I kiss your mouth, and then slowly lick around your left nipple. You enjoy the feeling of my tongue as I slowly lick. I unfasten my pants and they drop to the floor. My cock is hard in my underwear.

“Mmmmm, My pussy is waiting for you, now!” you moan with enthusiasm, one hand on my head and the other steadying yourself on the machine.

I pull my cock free from my shorts, and rub the tip up and down your wet open pussy lips. Then I kiss your mouth again as I slowly slide into you.

My hard dick goes in and out, deeper each time and you feel my thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. You wrap your legs around me and hook your ankles together as you pull me deeper into you.

“You really are horny today.” I say as I thrust all the way in.

“Do it deeper and deeper….Oh..I’ll cum soon.” You say, breathing harder.

The fabric of my shirt rubs against your bare nipples as I thrust harder and deeper. I kiss you again. My tongue exploring your mouth, and you taste your pussy flavor on my lips.

“Mmmm…..I love when….you do this….to me…….ohhhhhhhhhh” you say gasping.

I stop rubbing your clit and grab your hips with both hands.

Then I thrust and hold it. I am sweating and breathing hard too as you feel my cock throb inside of your pussy, and another wave of pleasure washes over you too.

I slowly pull out and you feel my cum drip from your pussy.

I kiss you again and hug you tightly.

“I should let you finish doing laundry. If you put the wet clothes in the dryer, I will start the load of whites in the wash.” I say as I grab both your underwear and mine, and add them to the pile of whites. “Should we stay naked, or get dressed?” I ask.

“Let’s throw on shorts and t-shirts for now. Just in case someone comes by.”

“You mean you don’t want to flash the neighbors?” I say laughing.

“Maybe later. If the weather is nice, maybe we can do something on the back deck.” You say with a smile and a kiss.

“Promises, Promises.” And we head to the bedroom to get dressed.

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Yoga with the Babysitter

It’s been a few days since you went on that bad date, and had a great night with the babysitter instead.

Your buddy Frank called and asked how things went, and you told him “The date didn’t go as planned, but don’t worry about it.”

As you sit at home, teleworking, you think about how sexy the babysitter looked, sucking your cock. You wish she was older, so you don’t feel like a creep, if you were to call and ask her for a date.  Then you remember that she mentioned that she does yoga and is willing to teach you. 

You take a break and call her.

She answers, “Hi, do you need me to babysit for you again? I could really use the cash, before I go back to college.”

You smile to yourself “No. I don’t need you to babysit, but I think I’ll take you up on your offer for yoga lessons.  I will pay you for your time.” You say in your most professional manner.

“Really? I will be happy to do that. But how much will you pay?”

You lean back in your chair, “I haven’t taken yoga before, so you will have to start slow with me.  How much do beginner lessons cost?”

“Can I get back to you on that?  I do it at school as part of physical therapy classes, so I don’t really know.”

You chuckle into the phone, “How about you come over this afternoon and I pay you what you feel is fair.” 

“That sounds good. I will come over around 4.”

“Can you make it 5. I need to finish working for the day, and then take care of a few things.”

“Ok, I will be there at 5.  And remember to dress for yoga. That means something that you can stretch and move in.” she says with a playful tone.

You hang up and then call your parents.  The kids spent the weekend with the grandparents and it is still Holiday break for the rest of the week.

“Hi Mom, how are the kids? Watching movies with Dad? Good. I just wanted to call and say that I will be busy with work the next day or two, so if you could hold on to them for a few more days, that would make things easier.”

“Hopefully it isn’t anything serious?”

“No.  It is just I will be bouncing from the office to home and possibly spending some long hours. I just feel better knowing that you will be caring for them.”

“You know your father and I are always happy to have our grandchildren over here. I think it makes your father feel young again.  He keeps picking movies that the kids hadn’t seen that he thinks they should know.  A lot of old classics.  If your son comes home talking like Humphrey Bogart or John Wayne, it is all your father’s fault.” She says in an almost serious tone.

You chuckle “As long as he is only talking like them and not dressing like them.  I don’t want you returning a 9-year-old wearing a fedora and a trench coat, or 7-year-old dressed like Betty Davis or Judy Garland.”

Your mom laughs “What if she is wearing the fedora and trench coat and he is in the dress.?” 

“Then I know it’s your doing instead of dad’s.” you respond laughing. “I will call at bedtime and say goodnight to the kids. I need to focus on work again.  Thanks again Mom.”

You put down your cell phone and get some more work done on the computer.

When it gets to be 3, you finish up and quickly check emails to ensure that there is nothing that is truly crucial. You need to be logged into your work account for one more hour.

A quick glance around the living room and you realize you need to vacuum, put away your lunch dishes, and just generally tidy up the place. As you tidy things up, you keep checking your work emails and messenger app.  Luckily nothing comes in.  At 4 you send a quick message to your co-workers saying that you will see them online tomorrow, and log off.

Quickly you head to the bedroom and strip off your clothes.  During the pandemic you learned that during business hours, you dress as if you are going into the office. You don’t want to be the guy caught wearing a t-shirt and underwear during a teleconference and a live camera. Bad enough having kids in the background from time to time, but everyone who is a single parent, understands that the kids just want to see what is going on.

“Enough thinking about work” you say to yourself as you put on a t-shirt that you don’t mind sweating in.  The one you grab was a prize at the school fair with the school’s name in bold letters. You follow that up by grabbing your sweatpants. Just before you put them on, you remember her comment about “you really should trim up that bush.” So, you go to the bathroom and grab your electric shaver.  You hadn’t previously used the beard trimmer on it. You set it, grab a comb and try to make it less of a jumbled mess and more like a mown patch of hair. 

After a few minutes of trying unsuccessfully with the trimmer, you grab a pair of scissors, and do your best to clean things up. “Now I know why college guys wax. Trimming takes a lot of practice.” It doesn’t look too bad. No clever patterns but it is thinned out and more uniform. Pulling up your sweat pants you notice the time. You have about 10 minutes before she’ll be here. The last thing is to put on socks and trainers.  

As you tie the laces, the doorbell rings.

You open the door and there she is, the babysitter, wearing hot pink yoga pants and matching top. She has a shoulder bag with rolled mat lying along the top.

“Good, you have on comfortable clothing. Shall we do it in the living room?” she says, walking in.

“Yes, there is enough room, let me move the coffee table out of the way.” You respond, pushing the rectangular coffee table to the side of the room.

She picks a spot, unrolls her mat and pulls a towel and water bottle from her bag, which she then sets down by the couch.

“Before we begin, do you have a mat? Or do you just want to do it on the carpet?”

“Is a mat important? I always see ads with women in yoga outfits with mats and water bottles.” You ask genuinely curious. 

“According to our teachers, the mat is useful in a number of ways.  It is a consistent surface, with a little bit of cushion to it.  Also, it helps to define your personal space, and when you sweat it lands on the mat instead of the floor. You can then just wipe off your mat instead of having to wash the floor.” 

“Ok, That makes sense.  I don’t have a mat, but I know what will work. Be right back.”

You go to your daughter’s room.  There is a play mat with cartoon animals on it. It also has crayon marks all over it, but you grab it regardless.

As you lay it down in the living room, she laughs “That’s cute. I like it.”

“I’ll just use it for today.   If I continue doing this, I will buy my own mat. Ok, let me grab a water and a towel.”  A few minutes later, you have everything.

You are both standing on your mats and facing each other.

“Ok” she starts off “We are going to do what is called the “First Sun Salutation.”

She steadies herself, placing her feet a little wider than shoulder width apart. “Now, slowly inhale though your nose as you raise your hands over your head.” You do as she asks. 

“And exhale as you bend over, grabbing your ankles.” You slowly bend down and exhale. “Now raise your head and inhale still holding your ankles.”

You feel your muscles stretching as match her movements.

She lets go of her ankles and moves into the push-up position. “Get prone and slowly exhale.” It feels a little different as you go from holding your ankles to getting down on the mat. She then bends her head and back while her legs press against her mat.  “And Inhale slowly…” Then she puts her ass in the air with her arms and legs straight,

“Exhale, slowly.  This is the “Downward Facing Dog” position.  Keep in this position and we will do 5 slow breaths.  Slowly inhale through your nose, and exhale though your mouth. In….. and Out…..” You focus on your breathing. 

“Now walk your hands back and grab your ankles again, look forward and inhale slowly.” You are a little unsteady, but you do it. “Head down and Exhale”.

“Now raise up, with your arms above your head, inhaling slowly.” You do as she says. 

“And lower your arms and exhale slowly.” You do and smile at her.

“That feels good.” You say.

“I’m glad you feel that way, we need to do it 3 more time.  But this time I want to do it with minimal talking.  Do you feel up to it?”

You take a quick sip from your water bottle.  “Yeah.  Let’s do it.”

As you are going through the poses, you concentrate on your breathing, and the feeling of your muscles as they stretch and move.

By the end of the fourth series, you are sweating, though you feel good, as you use your towel to dry off.

“You did that really well.” She says as she also wipes perspiration from her skin.

You notice that her nipples are hard through her tight top.

“You obviously enjoyed yourself.” You say with a smile.

“When I do some of these poses, I imagine having a lover filling my lubricated vagina, slowly going in and out.”

You were taking a sip from your water bottle when she says that, and you cough and spit.  She comes over and pats your back.  “Are you okay?”

You wipe your mouth with your towel, “Yeah, I just hadn’t expected to hear the phrase “lubricated vagina”.”

“Would you have preferred that I said “wet pussy”?  I have an anatomy professor who is a stickler for us using proper names for body parts. Does that bother you?”

You shake your head and smile. “Not in the least.  After the other night when you mentioned that you “liked your pussy eaten” is that what you really wanted to say?”

She blushes a bit. “When I sucked you, I was horny and really wasn’t thinking.  When I am doing yoga, especially demonstrating it, my mind goes into “presentation mode”.  That includes changing my vocabulary and tone.  My thoughts can still be sexual at times, but the rest of it has changed. Does that make sense?”

You walk closer to her, place a gentle hand along her face, “Of course it does.  When I am working, I use different words and voice than when I am with my kids. I completely understand.”

Her skin feels so soft and smooth as your thumb caresses your cheek.  “Where are the kids?” she asks in a slightly seductive tone.

You lean in closer to her ear and whisper, “They are with their grandparents for the next couple of days.  We have the house all to ourselves.”

She turns her head and kisses your mouth. “That is what I wanted to hear.”

You kiss her back, gripping the back of her head.

“I so badly want to eat your pussy, ever since you mentioned it”

She pulls down her yoga pants, revealing a nicely trimmed bush.

“You aren’t wearing panties? Did you come here to have sex?”

“Not if the kids were here.  And I enjoy the feeling of my yoga clothes without wearing underwear underneath.”  She stands with her feet spread apart, and says in a low tone, “Get down on your knees and lick my labia.”

Getting on your knees and walking to her, you grip her ass and look up, “Oh yes, tell me what you want.”

Your tongue slowly licks her fleshy outer lips. Her skin feels soft and warm. Slowly you lick up and down.  She runs her fingers through your hair.

You can taste her excitement as you lick between the outer lips and the inner lips. 

“Ooohhh. You have done this before.” She says in a mock surprised tone.  “You know how to take your time and ensure that I am lubricated and ready.”

You release her ass cheek with one hand and use your fingertips on her clit.

Slowly moving back the hood, you see the exposed clit, which you lick with the tip of your tongue. You slowly lick around it a few times, and then you place your mouth on it and suck firmly.

“Oh God.” She says in a surprised tone.  “Guys normally aren’t the ones to do that.” She says as she starts breathing harder. You suck harder and use a finger slowly along her wet lips.  She grips your hair firmly. “Can we make a change?” She asks

You stop sucking and look up. “Anything you want.”

She steps back and lies down on her mat with her knees bent.  “This way I don’t have to keep my balance as I enjoy what you are doing.”

“I agree” you say as you crawl between her thighs and resume eating her sweet damp pussy.

After a few minutes she tightens her thighs around your head, as she is breathing harder. You work two fingers, twisting in and out of her pussy as you continue sucking her clit. She bites her lower lip to keep from moaning loudly as you feel her pulse and contract around your fingers.

Your fingers are wet with her juices and you suck them as you sit back.

She grabs her towel and wipes her forehead. 

“You are as good as any of the girls back at school.”

“Oh, so you enjoy having your labia licked and your vagina filled by your female classmates.” You say in an academic tone.

“Yes, I also enjoy doing it to them too, from time to time. Do you think that makes me a slut?” she honestly asks.

“No, not at all. College is a time to learn, experiment, find out what you enjoy, and help shape the path you will follow in the future. You can’t do that if you never try new things or have different experiences.” You say reassuringly.

“So, if I was to take your lovely uncircumcised penis, suck you until you are fully erect, and then have you move it in and out of my lubricated vagina, you wouldn’t think less of me?”

“No at all.  I think that I am a lucky man, who as a beautiful woman who wants to enjoy herself with my body. That’s it. No labels or slurs. This is probably a “one-time thing”, and I am happy for that.” You move closer to her, hug her and kiss her.  “Do you want to get me “fully erect” and have me “fill your lubricated vagina”?”

She kisses you, and reaches a hand into your sweat pants, slowly stroking you.

You remove the sweat pants, and she sucks you hard.

She has you get behind her as she does various positions.  Her grabbing her ankles as you thrust into her hard, then moving to “downward facing dog” as you grip her hips and fuck her harder. At one point she has her legs prone with her back bent as fill her from behind and pull her hair.

This continues until both of you orgasm again and again. You are both sweaty and tired.

She gets dressed and packs up her bottle, towel, and mat.

“Don’t you want to shower before you go? You can clean up, or we can wash each other?” you say in a suggestive tone.

“Not this time. If I walk home all sweaty, then anyone who sees me will think we had a very good first yoga session. If I smell like I just washed and showered, then people might draw different conclusions.”

You nod as you get dressed and start tidying up the living room.

“Do you want to teach me more yoga?” you ask.

She smiles and turns to you “Of course, especially if you are paying for the lessons. There is a Second Sun Salutation, which is similar to the first one, but with a few more poses.”

“I like the sound of that. And yes, we agreed that I would pay you what I thought was fair.”  Opening your wallet you pull a couple of twenties. “I don’t have more on hand.”

She shakes her head. “If I was worth more, don’t you have a payment app that you use?”

She gives you the number to link apps, and you transfer more money than what you paid for babysitting. “Oh, Wow! Is that what yoga lessons are worth to you?”

“They were this time.  Next time I might pay more, the same, or less, depending on what you teach me.” You respond.

“Thank you.” She says as she kisses your cheek and goes out the door.

You make a note on the app about the money transfer “Yoga with the Babysitter”.

 

Coffee Shop Encounter

 (Here is one of the first stories I posted.  If you know my work from OF or Medium, then you might have seen this.)

You are picking up coffee at a local coffee house, after finishing working out, and still wearing your form fitting yoga pants, sports bra, and a zip-up sweatshirt. While standing in line, there's a voice you haven’t heard in years.  “Is that you? You look amazing.” The voice belongs to an ex-lover.

 The last time you saw him, you had a different job, you didn’t have a good workout routine, and were a different person. The barista calls your name and you grab your coffee.

“Do you have to run off? Once my coffee is ready, can we sit and catch up?” He asks. You think it over and agree.

You pick an outside table, because the weather is nice. As you sit down, you feel the morning breeze, sip your coffee, and lower the zipper on your sweatshirt, showing your cleavage.

You look at him still in line. The years haven’t changed him, much. You wonder if he's still good with his tongue. 

As he walks towards you, you sip your coffee and imagine him naked. You have a devilish smile on your face as he sits down. You share some small talk, and his gaze goes to your breasts from time to time. He licks his lips remembering your hard nipples. “My place is nearby, if you want?” You agree and follow in your car.

You pull up to an apartment and follow him inside. With the door closed, he kisses you passionately. He's unbuttoning his shirt as you unzip and remove your sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. You feel his hands on your breasts as he slides his fingers, up under your sports bra, and slips it above your breasts. “Your breasts are smaller than I remember, but your nipples are still so beautiful.” He says. His hands caress them, then he licks your left nipple and sucks it.

You unfasten his pants and they drop to the floor around his feet. Your hand slides into his briefs, and you grab his hardening dick. "Mmmm just like I remember it." You murmur. He sucks your nipple harder as you grip his shaft.

He switches to your right nipple and sucks it hard. Your hand slowly strokes his dry cock. You notice the couch and move to it. You push him down. Then get down, so you can lick and suck his cock so it’s slick with your saliva.

The mushroom shaped tip feels good in your mouth as you suck it and lick up and down. Your hand grabs the base, and the other hand plays with his hairy balls.

He pinches your nipples as you suck him harder. You feel his fingers pull them firmly.

You want him to eat your pussy. Standing up, you quickly pull off your yoga pants and wet panties.

You grab his head and press his face against your pussy. He grabs your ass cheeks. His fingers grip your toned glutes, as you feel his tongue hungrily lick your pussy lips.

He licks quick and hard. You press his face against you. "Suck my clit."  You say as you feel his tongue lick around it. You feel that familiar suction as he firmly sucks your clit. You feel a lubed thumb rubbing your wet pussy lips. He rubs hard and quick. You pull his hair in pleasure.

"Put that dick inside of me." You say with an urgent tone in your voice. He moves and has you get on the couch on your hands and knees. You grip the hand rest as he slams his prick into from behind. Feeling this thick cock going deep in you.

He grab your hips as he fucks you hard and fast. That’s what you want. Just a quick hard fuck. One of his hands moves under you and rubs your clit as he rails you hard.

"Yes, rub it, fuck me. Spank my ass." He smacks your ass cheek sharply. The quick pain feels good, as he rubs your clit hard. You hump back against his cock. You are going to cum. You press back harder against him as you feel your orgasm.

 You get off the couch and sit on your knees. "Jerk off and cum on my tits, like they do in porn." He stands before you, and strokes himself, slick with your juices. He looks down at you and strokes. He pumps his hairy dick until he dribbles cum on your tits. You lick and suck the cum off of his hard dick. He's sweating and breathing hard.

You stand up, kiss his cheek. "Thanks. I needed that.
 you say. You quickly dress. “You can shower here. I can make you some coffee or breakfast.” he says.

"No thanks. I got what I need. I need to go. Bye, maybe I’ll see you again." You quickly leave so you can go home and shower, in your own shower. As you drive off you think "I don't need him back in my life."

(I hope you enjoyed it. If you subscribe to this channel, you will read a variety of erotic stories. I started with the 'supernatural' set, but most of mine are more mundane, though just as graphic sexually. I will continue to post daily until I either run out of stories, get bored, or people stop reading them.)