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Leila was a new neighbor that liked to come to my mother's yoga classes. She would come to the morning ones without fail and sometimes share her peanut butter granola bars with me. That was how we met in the beginning, my stomach growling attracted the attention of all the mothers in the room, but Leila got to me first.
"Here, make sure you eat before class." Her green eyes seemed to dance when she had to reach out to brush the crumbs off my jogging bra. Her pink nails lightly scratching the material and sending heat straight between my legs. I had to move to the back of the room out of fear the wetness between my legs would somehow seep through my yoga pants and betray how pathetic I was. It was the first time I experienced a crush, despite being an 18 year old in my last year of highschool.
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Her silky blonde hair was always bouncing on the top of her head, not a gray or white hair to be found. She liked wearing jogging bras that pushed up tits up and out. Something I had never paid attention to until my face was pushed into them when she gave me a hug one day after class.
"You are such a sweetheart" she had cooed. I had picked up her sweater and handed it to her, not aware that the smallest kindest on my part would result in such an experience. Her breasts radiated heat through the material, a flowery scent assaulted my nose, and the soft press of her arms only shoved my face further in between her moist tits. "such a sweet girl, Tatiana."
I thought I would die. We started warming up and doing our end of class stretches together. My mom encouraged the relationship, seeing Leila like a mentor for me. "she's a lovely woman. She just moved here and her husband works a lot. It's good for you to know a young woman that you can talk to when you have questions." My mother didn't know the questions that I wanted answered would be the kind that sent my fingers searching for wetness underneath my panties. Desperate to bring some relief to the hot fluid that gathered between my labia. Leila paid attention to me. Laughed at my antics, and would give me small affectionate touches that made my heart fluttered. It was a sweet crush that I intended to let run its course as it was not one I considered ever becoming anything.
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Leila started staying later after class, well past our post class stretch. My mother would ask me to lock up and take off to her next appointment. Usually a personal training appointment across town. I was used to taking care of the space and making sure everything was closed so neither of us thought anything of it, even with a guest hanging back. Maybe we should have.
Leila had graduated from small affectionate touches to lingering touches and glances in public that largely went unnoticed. Once, her hand had gently squeezed my breast, by accident, dying a partner stretch. But other than that, I was certain the only person feeling hot under the collar was myself. She started complimenting my outfits in an odd manner when my mother had left. She was also hard to shoo out of the studio when I had to run out as well. Despite this, she never actually overstayed her welcome. I liked her presence and the way my stomach would drop whenever she would touch me. It felt much easier to access the elusive first orgasm after we parted, I would be able to explore it on my own if I had the time-even though it never went any further than just feeling good. If I did not, I spent the next hour desperately trying to wait out the sexual tension between my legs. I had no idea that Leila was biding her time to help me achieve my first orgasm- didn't even think it was something I would experience for a couple more years. But on Valentine's day of that year, I would sob my way through my first climax, at the behest of her bow shaped mouth.
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The day started out like any other. Yoga class went as planned and my mother chuckled at the two of us chatting at the mirror and asked me to lock up. "don't keep Leila for too long, Tatiana. She isn't on holiday like you are. " I felt my cheeks turn fire engine red and mumbled "okay mom" and quickly locked the foot behind her. I turned to face Leila, ready to meander out the back, an expression of embarrassment on my face. The look on her face, however, stopped any comment or thought related to my embarrassment from continuing. Her eyes were somehow, heavier, looking like she was relaxed, or a snake coiled to strike. Leila's mouth curved in a way that I had never seen before, like she was saving a secret just for the two of us.
"On holiday? That sounds really nice sweetheart ." She swayed towards and lifted my bag off my shoulder and placed it on the ground. "it gives us sometime to work on that muscle relaxation technique I told you about. " I blinked, frozen due to the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
"Um, yeah." I felt the heat inbetween my legs and in my cheeks flare suddenly .the thought of Leila touching me made me nervous and excited enough to want to relax into her firm hands as she began to rub my shoulders.
"Lay down" she murmured and I felt myself scrambling to comply, uncertain of why the air had shifted in the room. I arranged myself so I was lying on my stomach, then quickly flipped at her behest.
"Now, let me just help you become more relaxed." Layla lifted the scarf she had off of herself and blindfolded me with it. "your muscles will be less finicky if you can't tell them what's happening" she giggled. I giggled back, but inhaled sharply when I felt her sit directly on my mound, her knees on either sides of my legs. The heat that spiked through me only seemed to be reflected and pooling between us. Leila's hands delicately traced where my yoga pants ended on my tummy, and then smoothly pressed upwards to the undersides of my breasts. I felt my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth as she gently squeezed each of them. I was suddenly very certain that this massage wasn't above board and very aware that we were alone. Leila continued her ministrations, and made a soft breathy sound when her index finger on her right hand nudged my left nipple. I thought she would retract, awoken from whatever spell she had put us under, back to the reality of the situation. That she was molesting me. I couldn't find the energy in me or the desire to tell her to stop, but the twisting feeling in my gut said something was going horribly wrong.
"Such nice breasts, sweetheart. I hope this makes them feel so good. You need to feel nice and loose for our exercises to be the workout you need them to be." Her heat on my mound suddenly became more prominent as she pressed down...and ground on me. My hands flexed and quickly moved to push myself to the sitting position, but my movement was halted, fast, when Leila pinned me back to the floor with her fingers suddenly slipped under my bra and cinching both of my nipples as she leaned forward. Throwing her weight on top of my upper half and stopped any movement I was going to make.
"Leila-" I croaked, but before I could say anything else, her tongue was gently licking mine, and she was purring softly into my mouth. The heat between my legs was molten but I was terrified that this older woman was suddenly moving faster than I wanted. Her hips began to rotate as she ground mercilessly against my pussy, my wetness was smashed against the fabric and pushed around with my delicate pussy lips. The cotton "Monday" panties I had put on this morning were probably see through at the gusset, revealing my swollen lusty pussy beneath the fabric. Leila released my mouth, but only to unearth my right breast and suck my nipple into her mouth. I gasped loudly and whimpered as the pleasure that came from her suckles began to send tingles through my body. She released it with a soft grunt and greedily latched onto the other. The hand that originally played with the nipple had become a frantic spider, skittering down my torso and almost angrily ripping my yoga paints past my hips, but not past my knees, keeping my legs encumbered but my panties exposed. My nipple popped out of her mouth with an audibly slippery sound. My mouth was open in shock, I couldn't move or even say a thing I was so overwhelmed.
"My sweet, sweet baby. You smell so good. Mommy is going to take all your tension away." Her hot tongue was leaving streaks on the tops of my thighs, my pussy was oozing onto the flimsy fabric that her fingers started to scrabble at. "fuck," she hissed when she pushed a finger between my locked legs, wiggling it against my covered, soaked, slit.
"Leila," I whimpered, desperate to try and slow down the train that had already left the station. Delusional to think the person I thought I knew existed.
"Shh baby. Mommy is gonna make this pussy squirt and I promise you'll like it." My mouth dried and then cold air hit the wet mess between my legs. She had hooked two fingers at the top and ripped my panties down to meet my yoga pants. My thighs clenched and my hips bucked in shock when I felt her press a firm kiss to my clit. It made my head swim and my heart stop.
"I can't wait to taste you" she crooned.
And then she did.