Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... yoga pants could look around the female bottom. What was really catching his attention, though, was her easy deliberateness with words and actions. “It must be gratifying, possessing that sort of drive,” Jenna headed for the door, adding, “when you know what you want.” It struck Tyrone how she spoke especially towards him and knowing his personality. As she led him out of the room, she continued, “Are you having trouble deciding what you want?” Tyrone smirked, yet he stopped short of scoffing. His penchant for railroading people who spoke to him like this seemed to fail him. “You can also tell that based on observation?” he replied. “It’s my aura or something?” Jenna didn't respond and continued walking ahead of him, seemingly unaffected by his cajoling. He followed her through the gym, though he wasn't sure why. His thoughts were suddenly and unexpectedly crowded again. “Tyrone,” Jenna said, turning around suddenly. He lurched to a halt, almost walking into her. “Yeah?” “Are you going to follow me into the ladies’ showers?” she asked. Tyrone looked up and around her as if slapped out of a haze. “Hmm?” As Jenna turned around, she chuckled, “There are probably a few women in here who wouldn’t mind, but I’m a little bashful myself.” He watched her disappear around the corner. “Excuse me,” a woman suddenly said to him from behind, his large frame blocking the way. Tyrone stepped aside and frowned. He wasn’t sure if it was the breathing exercise or what, but he knew he sure as ...

... hell wasn’t thinking straight. He shook his head, giving his brain a bit of a rattle, then turned around. He stopped, realizing he hadn’t even asked who she was. “Tyrone?” a voice called out from behind, pulling his head back. Jenna peeked around the corner. “Jenna Song,” she said, then she disappeared back into the shower room. Once more he stood there staring back at an empty space. He nodded and smile as his eyes narrowed and gleamed. “Jenna Song,” he said. Deep within, something finally seemed to shift into focus. In the shower room, Jenna leaned forward, her fingertips and forehead touching the wet tile as warm water spilled over her back washing off the lather from her pristine skin. Once again, her eyes were closed, her thoughts swept away with the flow and rush of water. Often while showering or bathing, she envisioned herself emerging from the cleansing waters of the sea, her purified body shimmering as she stepped onto a secluded beach covered with soft, warm sand, a place of personal serenity. Today, there was a shadow waiting for her on that shore, invading her space. Its masculine figure loomed over her, cast over her like a net. She knew she still had the opportunity to turn back towards the sea and swim away. Yet there she remained, on the cusp of dangerous temptation. Jenna sighed and lifted her face toward the falling water. *** Now… For an hour, Jenna and Tyrone faced each other in the privacy of the studio. She kept a close eye on him as they moved through ...