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I exhale gently and thrust my hips upwards, in the midst of my downward facing dog. The stretch feels good and I lift my hips up higher. Something catches my eye from the neighbouring window behind my garden.

I have never noticed anybody in that window before, until now. The garden is private, but there is a little gap in between the trees, creating the perfect viewing point. A girl with noticeably long dark hair looks directly at me. I pretend not to notice and continue to thrust my hips into the air. I glance over quickly and almost lose balance as I realise the girl has her hand on her right breast over her vest.

No longer in control of my breathing, I swallow hard. She’s watching me. Watching me stretch whilst she gets off. I take a deep breath and stand back up to reach my hands to the sky, taking this moment for another glance. The girl does not look away. She gently strokes her breast and teases her nipple with her fingertips. Is she enjoying knowing that I can see her?

After my initial shock I breathe in slowly to calm myself and soon realise I am also enjoying this by the sensation between my legs.

I crouch down onto my mat and get down on all fours spreading my thighs aside a little wider than necessary. I enthusiastically stick out my ass and look up towards the window. The girl flicks her sexy dark hair back and her hand moves underneath her leggings.

The throbbing between my legs increases. I am positive my light grey shorts are damp from how wet I am getting. I wonder if she can see?

I turn over onto my back and gently lift my hips into bridge pose. I look over. She has gone. I am disappointed, but grin to myself as I enjoy the thrill of being watched.

I quickly run inside and pull my shorts down. I am soaking wet. I play with my clit furiously and finger myself, coming quickly thinking about her.

The next morning at the same time I am back on my mat. There she is watching and waiting. This time I made a point of not wearing much. Some small tight shorts and a skimpy sports bra. Her hand moves swiftly up and down in her shorts. I can’t tear my gaze away as I watch her close her eyes, biting her lip as her hand moves faster. I wonder what she sounds like? Is she gonna come right in front of me? How does she express her excitement? Does she moan loudly or exhale subtly?

As I shift position and glance in her direction she has disappeared again and once more I have to rush inside and get myself off, my orgasms getting more intense each time I think about her.

We continue this ritual every morning and I discover myself getting increasingly excited each morning when I wake up.

One morning I am disappointed to see she is no longer there. I continue my session and hope to see her the next morning. A few mornings pass with no sign of her. I carry on as ordinary and desperately hope to see her again.

I finish my session one morning and go inside. I am feeling cranky and the yoga has not helped release any of the tension.I am startled by a knock on the door. It is still early, who could it be?

I open the door. I am shocked. It is the girl, standing outside my door, holding a yoga mat, looking bright eyed and raring to go. I stand with my mouth slightly ajar, eyeing her up and down. She is beautiful. Tall, with long dark flowing hair and a toned body. I can’t believe this vision standing before me, as I take in her tight shorts and crop top, clearly revealing the lack of bra underneath.

“Hi. You look like you know what you’re doing. I thought maybe you could show me?” Her voice. The one I’ve imagined over and over while playing with myself. It’s sweet and sexy at the same time.

I am unable to speak. I discover myself opening the door to let her in. She walks straight into the garden and lays out her mat. She wastes no time getting on all fours. ‘I like this one. Tell me if I’m doing it correctly?’

My heart is pounding, my breathing shallow. I can barely move as I stare at her sexy body spread out in front of me. I move slowly towards her and kneel onto the mat behind her with her ass in front of me. I gently rest my hands on her hips. I see her close her eyes at my touch. The feeling of my skin on hers changes something in me. I breathe slowly. I feel calm. I move her hips towards me. “You just need to move your hips back slightly. Like this.” I move her hips towards me. “Good. Now you need to push your spine inwards and push your shoulders and hips into the air.”

I can barely contain myself as I watch her thrusting her ass into my face. I can clearly see the shape of her underneath her shorts. She is not wearing any undies.

“Now push your spine upwards and do the opposite. Keep repeating that slowly.” I watch as she moves a little too fast, my hands still on her hips. “Slow down.” I slip one of my hands onto her thigh as I slow her movements down, deliberately brushing my fingers between her legs with the other. I hear a deep exhale.

“Now hold there for a minute.” I move both my hands onto her ass and stare at it in awe. “You seem a little tense. Let me help with that.” I glide my hand effortlessly over her shorts from behind and slide my hand in between her legs. She gasps at the sensation. Her shorts are wet. “That’s it, let it go. Relax.” I rub faster imagining what her pussy looks like underneath. Judging by her shorts, it is swollen and ready for more than just a gentle rubbing.

No longer able to wait any longer, I peel off her shorts slowly, delicately unwrapping my delicious prize underneath. She doesn’t disappoint. I am greeted with a tight asshole and some enlarged and very wet dark pink lips. I lick. Slowly, softly, so she can barely feel it. She lets out a little whimper. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your release.” I say, as I plunge my tongue deeper into her, parting her lips and lapping up the juices dripping out of her.

Her pussy is all I can think about. I lay down and position my head underneath her. The viewpoint from my position is perfect. The shape of her body in my line of sight is so alluring. She rips her crop top off and rubs her breasts as she looks down at me with pure lust, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. She lowers herself onto me and I lick her clit slowly. She moves gracefully, each thrust coating my face in her delicious juices. I leave my tongue out, enabling her to position her clit appropriately. Her graceful movements soon turn into vigorous gyrating and she thrusts backwards and forwards on my face without holding back. I hear her moans for the first time, they are much more seductive than I imagined, low and guttural, triggering me further to lick her in time with her movements.

She suddenly cries out as she climaxes and collapses over me. She clambers off me and lies next to me on the mat, a look of satisfaction on her face. I grin back, my mind relaxed and in the moment.

I dare not look down at my own shorts, which are no doubt giving away just how much I also need a release.

She leans in to kiss me, kissing and licking the juices off my face. Her hair falls loosely over me, tickling me softly as she probes me with her tongue. She stops abruptly. “I have to go. That was wonderful.” Before I have a chance to protest she leaves.

I lie back, close my eyes and try to relax. My body throbs. My pussy quivers. My shorts are soaked.

Looks like another self care session is in order for me.

NSFW: yes

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