Limber and Stacked!

So, a funny thing happened on the way to my yoga class....I was grabbing something that I could change into for yoga after work and I made the bold fashionista choice of wearing a spaghetti strap white tank top (oooohhhh how daring-wearing white after Labor Day) to match a pair of gray cropped sweats with turquoise and white piping. Yes, only a girl (or a gay man) would worry so much about matching an outfit that she is going to sweat her brains out in after an hour of twisting her body into a pretzel just so she can be super limber while having sex! I think it's built into our genetic code-the obsession to match bras and panties with socks and purses.

Okay, so where's the bold move??? Well first...the white top is definitely see thru and I decided to dust off the bra I bought to wear for you and haven't gotten a chance to show you yet....hot pink and super conforming....but definitely shows through the white tank top but gives me a nice layered sexxy look....come on-the innocent white top with a bit of hot pink showing through and pink straps definitely highlighting the thinness of the white spaghetti straps-it's got definite fuck me appeal going for it. Plus the white top and the pink bra are made out of a show off every curve, stretch tightly across each swell of breast material. One breeze and there will definitely be nipple action. The top and bra definitely are made for each other with their accent the breasts ability.

So, I toss them in my bag and go off to a long day at work filled with meetings and lack of sleep. Two nights in a row of getting only 3 hours sleep each night, sucked into watching online episodes of "True Blood"-lots of sex, nudity, and good old fashioned girl wants guy/guy wants girl but of course there are complications which make the sexual tension something you can cut with a hacksaw-but that's HBO for you. But, by afternoon, I've gotten my second wind and am ready for some sweaty, centering exercise, so I change and head off to the yoga studio....ready to make myself oh so bendable.

Entering the studio, I roll out my mat, grab a blanket and a block and begin the warm up sequence that will eventually lead to several sun salutations, hip openers, and some wild balancing positions that can definitely make sex interesting. As I'm sliding from my first "upward facing dog" into "downward dog" I realize that my white oh so stretched across my breasts top has gotten looser at the bottom, causing my top to pull away from my breasts as I assume the position that will easily allow a man to slide up from behind and stick his hard cock into a most pleasurable spot.

Distracted I glance down from my upside down position, trying to keep my form, but at the same time realizing that the person posing directly across from me is going to get a straight shot down my top at my huge breasts straining against the silky smooth hot pink fabric of my bra. Every mound, every bit of delectable flesh, the tiny key hole cutout between each breast topped with a cute little ribbon rose can be seen by one and all if they just look in my direction.

Not wanting to break form and lose the burn of my thigh muscles stretching my ass higher and higher into the air, I do the only thing I can think of, I dip my head down, blocking the view with the top of my head as I stare straight down my top at those luscious, perfectly melon shaped mounds of biteable flesh.

It is at this moment that I realize....that this bra definitely needs a work out from you. The feel of your hands across my breasts, squeezing them, dipping your thumbs over the material underneath to stroke and tease my nipples till they strain; hard and pointed against the silky material, your lips wet on my hot sweaty skin, licking and teasing, biting on the soft flesh, sucking my nipples till I want to scream with ecstasy then feeling your hard cock slide it's way into my wet cunt as you slip my bottoms off and I slide on top of you and ride you till the cum pores out of me and then you flip me over and slide into me for another round of fucking and sucking every inch of my hot, sweaty sexxy body.

These thoughts continue for the next 15 minutes of yoga class as I transition back and forth from chair to plank to upward facing dog into downward facing dog, each time trying to "modestly" block the view of my breasts from the yoga student across from me, all the while wishing it were you staring at my breasts feeling your cock grow hard with the desire to fuck me over and over again.

Finally, the sun salutations are done, I tug down my top, smoothing it against my body as I assume the camel pose---a perfect exercise to strengthen the knees and back for prolonged sessions of kneeling in front of your sweet, hard cock as I take it into my mouth, anticipating the warm taste of your cum rolling over my tongue as I blow you over and over and over again....