Annie giggled and tipped upside down, surprising me. I turned my head to the side, watching as she carefully lifted her legs up into the air and slowly folded them above her. Her arms were tight and strong as she held herself in a handstand.
“As you can see,” Annie said, folding her legs and lowering them down, giving me a sneak peek of her lacy g-string, “I have no problem going into a handstand. But I start to lose my balance as soon as I lower my legs. Crystal, on the other hand-whoops!”
Annie’s legs fell, laying her flat on her back, and her supple breasts pushed up closer to her face. Both of us burst out laughing, and I decided to make her feel better.
“I know you think that I’m just an old man,” I said, taking off my shoes, “but I bet that I can do this too.”
I surprised myself by getting into a handstand, and I just about had it until I also lowered my legs. It didn’t take long for me to fall flat on my back.
“Maybe it’s the booze,” Annie said in between bouts of laughter.
“That doesn’t explain why Crystal does it better, though. Unless you’re an alcoholic yoga teacher.”
“Hey now,” Annie giggled, trying to stand up. “I can do it too, but it’s just that she can hold it longer.” She reached her hand down and helped me to my feet. “And I bet that it’s not just the alcohol when it comes to you doing it, if you know what I mean.”
Annie looked even hotter now that we were just inches away from each other. Maybe it was the sneak peek from her drunken yoga poses, or perhaps it was the memory of Jake repeatedly telling me to go for it with her. Either way, I couldn’t deny that the chemistry between us was magnetic.
“I bet you can do it,” I whispered, lowering my mouth to hers.
Annie closed her eyes and welcomed my lips to hers, letting out a quiet moan as I ran my hands through her hair. I reached underneath and scooped up her ass, encouraging her to wrap her legs around me as I made my way to the couch.
After placing her down on top of my jacket, I started kissing Annie’s neck. She arched her back. “Don’t stop.”
With every touch of my hand, she rewarded me by calling out my name, telling me to take off her clothes. I reached around and unzipped her dress, pulling it down her curves until she shimmied it off. Annie’s perfect, round breasts hadn’t been in a bra all night, and the thought of her supple body tempting me even when I didn’t know it was, aroused me even more. I leaned down and pulled her breast into my mouth.
“Richard,” she moaned as my hands traveled south.
With one quick move, I slid her panties down until they were a ball at her feet. She put her hands on my head and pushed me down, encouraging me to place my mouth on her swollen folds. As I lowered my head, I used one of my hands to unzip and pull off my pants. At that point, my cock was throbbing, desperately aching to be inside of her.
Annie was one of the most passionate women I’d ever been with, continually bucking her hips back and forth as I made love to her with my tongue. I slid two fingers inside, rubbing and twisting until she submitted to me, her juices dripping down onto my lips. It only made me want her even more. I didn’t want to stop. There was something about her that called to me, pulled at my very soul. And feeling her, tasting her, made it all feel so right.
Slowly she sat up, reaching her hand beneath my chin and tilting it up toward her eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”
Standing, she pointed to the couch, pushing me down with her hands. She lowered onto her knees and practically ripped my tight black boxer briefs off. Even if it was done solely for my ego, I appreciated the fact that her eyes widened considerably upon seeing my swollen cock. She licked her lips before placing my throbbing head into her mouth and then slid it down.
“God, woman!” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch, enjoying every blissful moment of her mouth, sending me into ecstasy.
Annie even cupped my balls and massaged, which not every woman knew how to do. It was perfect. The way her hands moved on my body. Not too forcefully. Just enough to hit the right spots and drive me wild. She seemed insatiable, as though she couldn’t suck it hard or fast enough. Realizing that I wouldn’t last much longer, I lifted her arms and moved forward, raising her to her feet. I grabbed her hand and glanced around until I found her bed.
After placing Annie on her back, I climbed on top and positioned my cock against her pussy. She tilted her head up and put her lips on mine, kissing me a bit softer and gentler than before. Unlike in my past one night stands with women, I enjoyed the intimacy and closeness between us. In fact, I almost yearned for it.
But that gentle nature only lasted a moment. Before I could even sink deep into her the passion between us exploded all over again. I put my hand on the back of her neck and plowed into her with all I had.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Annie’s voice was loud as I pumped in and out of her.
The bed shook so hard that I pictured it falling into the yoga studio below, and I was sure that her neighbors could hear us. I didn’t care, though. Between the alcohol and all of the flirting, all that mattered was me being inside of Annie.
We rolled over onto the floor, neither of us stopping to laugh at our drunken mistake. Annie climbed on top and lowered down, riding me like a cowgirl. Her slender yet curvy body bounced back and forth, and I ran my hands up and down her smooth skin.
I watched her body dance over me, the pleasure swelling inside of me. Annie closed her eyes and moaned as her hips swiveled, and her body ground against mine. The lust in her breathless screams pushed me to my edge. It wasn’t long before we both climaxed simultaneously, our voices combining as we coated each other in our juices.
The passion was so deep and strong that my body wailed and shook beneath her. By the time the climax receded, her body was pressed to mine, her head on my chest. I could feel her roll from me, snuggling up beside me, but after that, everything went dark.
I woke up on the floor next to her the following morning. Annie was on her right side, quietly sleeping as the sun shone through the window. My head was hurting, but nothing that some aspirin and water wouldn’t solve before the wedding. I watched her for a moment, recalling the hours before I fell asleep. She looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake her up.
Annie mumbled something in her sleep that I couldn’t make out, but it sounded pretty funny. I laughed a little bit and then nudged her. She opened her eyes and rolled over, a little surprised to see me staring back at her.
“Ugh,” she said before rolling back over.
