I’d been living on my apartment block in Mexico City for the past 3 months. The building had a shared roof that I always had to myself. I’d never seen anyone else using it, so it felt like my little space where I could be myself and do as I please. Most afternoons you could find me stretching out on my mat in various yoga poses enjoying the sun and being alone.

During that time, I had never formally met anyone else in the building. I only ever saw one guy who shared the elevator with me a few times and lived on the floor below. He never tried to speak to me. I don’t know if it was because I always wore headphones, or if it was because he was too busy staring me. Since I was usually on my way to do yoga on the roof, or coming back from running errands, he always saw me in yoga pants and a crop top. I wasn’t trying to attract attention, I just wanted to dress in something that was comfortable and easy. But by the way he looked at me, I knew he liked what he saw.

Now I must confess something. One fantasy that has crossed my mind before is having sex in a public space with a stranger. However, when I have this fantasy, I have to remind myself that there is a big difference between fantasy and reality, so I had never shared this with anyone.

One afternoon I was on the shared roof practicing yoga alone like any other day. That’s when I heard something I hadn’t heard before. Someone coming up the steps to the rooftop. When the door opened, I took a quick glance and noticed it was the one guy I had seen a number of times on the elevator. This was the first time I really looked at him. He was probably a foot taller than I was and you could tell he frequented the gym regularly with how broad he was. Considering I am a petite yoga girl, he would look quite large if I stood next to him.

After the shock wore off and I was able to get back to the pose I was in, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was just leaning against the railing on the rooftop, not saying anything, and staring at me like he always did. I decided to not pay attention and carry on with my exercise.

When you really think about it, yoga can be quite sexy. Basically, you stretch into many sexual looking positions. Then you add on top that it is done by sexy small girls wearing tight clothes. It’s easy to see why it gets so much attention from guys. Now I’m not a 10, but I’m in shape, I’m flexible, and I have been told I have a sexy tight ass, and beautiful breasts.

All of this was not wasted on my admirer leaning against the railing. When I was able to steal quick glance at him out of the corner of my eye, I could see him intently staring right at my ass. What’s more, he began to slowly rub his right hand over the front of his pants where you could tell they were getting tighter.

At that moment, I could feel the blood rushing to my head and my face flushing. What’s more, I began feeling a sudden ache between my legs. I’ve always felt that I was more of a traditional girl when it came to dating, flirting, and sex. So what was going on was taking me way out of my comfort zone.

I was feeling butterflies in my stomach, but I didn’t know if it was from embarrassment, excitement or both. All I could think about was how I was on all fours, stretching my legs and glutes with my face buried in the mat in puppy pose.

I almost fainted when I heard his steps coming towards me. My heart was racing, my mind was clouding up, and that ache between my legs was becoming worse, and I could feel my panties getting wet.

I heard him stop right behind me. I could feel him take a knee on my mat right before I felt his fingers on my waist band. With one swift tug, he pulled my yoga pants down my thighs. I could feel the cold air hit my dripping wet pussy once he exposed it to his gaze.

I’ve never cum without someone touching my pussy before, but his sudden actions and boldness had me gasping as my body orgasmed with anticipation and excitement.

I could feel him slowly entering me from behind as I lay flat and powerless on the mat. I was so wet that his huge throbbing cock just slid right between my dripping wet pussy lips without resistance. He used one of his powerful hands to hold the back of my head and press my face down on the mat. He slowly began speeding up and fucking me for everything I was worth.

As I felt his strokes getting deeper and more intense, I began to involuntarily use my muscles to tighten my pussy around his cock in anticipation of what was to come. Suddenly I felt his cock convulse and his load flooding my pussy. My eyes went blank and fireworks went off in my head as I had a rush of pleasure straight into an uncontrollable orgasm.

I laid there nearly unconscious for 5 seconds, or maybe it was 5 hours. I had lost all track of time. When I felt him move, I finally came to. I felt the massive load that was released in me slowly leaking out. I had never felt myself so full, and the cum so deep inside of me.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I felt a sudden emptiness. I could hear him slowly pull his pants back up, and then felt him slide my yoga pants back over my worn-out body. I just lay there still completely drained with what happened.

I then heard his steps slowly retreating until I heard him enter the door into the building and disappear downstairs while his warm cum continued to leak out of my used pussy. I don’t know what came over me, but I put one of my hands between my legs and scooped up the dripping cum and brought it to my lips. I quickly put my fingers into my mouth to taste the cum that was just deposited in me. It was hot and tasted like someone who had just had the fuck of their life.

I rolled over onto my back and laid there panting as I looked up at the sky. I half wondered if I wouldn’t mind having other visitors come up stairs to watch me practice yoga.