Stretch Me Out

Danni lay on her bed, textbook open. She stretched forward, paused. "I don’t think that’s it." She checked the page again, tried the pose, then checked her reflection in the mirror and frowned. "I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong." She snapped the book shut, grabbed her phone, and called AJ. "Having trouble with any of the poses?" she asked. "Figure 1 in chapter six – my hamstrings feel locked." AJ laughed on the other end. "You’ll help? Here, in an hour?" Danni smiled. "Perfect. See you soon." AJ walked in wearing her tight yoga outfit, body curvy under the stretchy fabric. Danni bent at the waist, ass high, and looked back. "I’m over-extending, I guess. Feels all wrong." AJ dropped to her knees right behind her, face inches from Danni’s rear. "Slow it down this time." She guided Danni through the movement, hands pressing gently on her hips, her eyes fixed on every curve. When they switched poses, AJ watched the front view just as closely, licking her lips when Danni bent again. Her own thighs flexed as she demonstrated; Danni copied her without noticing the staring. The last stretch left Danni’s muscles still knotted. AJ stood straight, hands on her hips. "Lie on the table. I’ll give you a proper massage." Danni hesitated. AJ shrugged. "Easier if the clothes are gone." Danni stripped and lay face-down. AJ started slow, fingers working shoulders and calves, then slipped higher, thumbs stroking the crease where thigh meets ass. When Danni didn’t object, AJ dragged her nails along the inner thighs until her hand cupped Danni’s bare pussy. Danni jerked. "What are you—?" "You’re tight here," AJ said, pressing two fingers against the slick lips. "Pussies need stretching too. Have you ever done that?" Danni bit her lip. "I… haven’t. Not with anyone." AJ circled her clit. "I can help with that – right now." She slid one finger inside. Danni gasped, hips lifting. The first finger gave way to two, then AJ replaced fingers with her tongue, fucking Danni open until she could ease four fingers deep. Danni clutched the table edges and moaned. When AJ finally pulled back, she licked her shiny fingers and asked, "Want more?" Danni rolled onto her back, eyes glassy. "Show me everything." AJ climbed onto the table, straddled Danni’s face, and lowered her dripping cunt. They ate each other in turns, hips grinding, until sweat slicked their skin. Afterwards they lay tangled, breathless, fingers still lazily tracing swollen flesh. "Still feel tight?" AJ whispered. Danni smiled, already rocking her hips against AJ’s hand. "Stretch me again."