The Rumors are True

When the last lady had left the studio, Jackson joined Ally on the floor, bringing his own mat over. She couldn't bring herself to look up from her hands, that rested on her thighs as she sat cross-legged.

Jackson cleared his throat. "Is everything alright, Ally-girl?" He often used terms of endearment with his clientele; it just another reason why he was so well liked by all the women.

Ally nodded but didn't look up.

"I ask cause I haven't seen you in class in awhile and then you show up with new hair and an outfit that, well, made me notice." He gently lifted her chin so she had to look at him.

She couldn't help it, she began to shake. Shortly after followed the tears. "I'm sorry, Jackson!" Ally wailed while she wiped aggressively at her tears, trying to make them disappear.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I am just in a really weird place right now, and I thought.... I thought that you asked me to stay after.... for...for..." She trailed off.

"Ah. The 'rumors'." He air quoted.

Alley blushed and tried to move her head away from his touch, but he held fast, attempting to look into her eyes. "Do you want the rumors to be true? Ally-girl, I can tell something is wrong and you don't need to tell me what it is, but I am here for you."

She didn't know what came over here, boldness was not a trait she possessed, but she leaned in and kissed him. At first he just sat there in front of her, hands still on her face and let her kiss him, but then he began to kiss her back. To start, it was the tentative kisses of two strangers trying to figure each other out, that soon morphed into the kisses of the ****. His hands wound into her hair and fused their lips together, mouths open, tongues meeting in the middle.

When they came up for air, they both sat across from each other, breathing deeply. Ally's lips were swollen, she could feel them warm and huge on her face. Jackson's eyes were bright with lust and his yoga pants did nothing to conceal his desire.

"Ally...." Jackson practically moaned. She had never heard her name sound so arousing.

She experienced a full body blush, something she had not felt with her husband in many, many years. It made her nipples hard, while reshaping the way her spine moved, readying her for contact. Jackson caressed her face, letting his hand trail to her shoulder and down her arm. He raised an eyebrow, asking for permission to continue. Ally nodded and his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs finding the hard buds under and working them in circles. The electric jolt that coursed thru her was amazing.

"Wait," she said breathlessly. Ally torn at her clothes, needing to feel him skin to skin. She was awkward in her hast, and got tangled up in her sports top. With her boobs out, but the shirt pinning her arms above her head, Jackson took the opportunity and latched onto her nipple. She squealed and struggled to get away, but they both knew it was halfhearted and not serious. Ally moaned, squirming, trying to extract herself from her shirt.

Jackson chuckled and laid her out on her own yoga mat, not bothering to help her, and slowly made his way down her body, taking his time. Ally finally managed to get out of her shirt and look down her chest at Jackson, poised to take her pants off. He deftly peeled the tight Lycra fabric away from her skin, revealing that she was trimmed and commando. Leaning his head forward, he inhaled deeply of her scent.

Ally's sex life had always been boring, and it was hard for her not to think that was part of the reason why her husband strayed, but it wasn't all her fault, if you wanted to believe that any was her fault at all. She had tried to spicy things up, wear sexy lingerie and use candles for mood lighting, but her efforts were always overlooked or shoot down. Her cheating husband had never looked at her the way that Jackson was looking at her now. A look that told her that she was wanted, sexy and desirable.

Placing his hands on either leg, Jackson moved them apart and opened her up to him. She blushed a thousand shades of red, having never really allowed anyone to see her like this, unless they were a doctor. He seems enchanted by her, and even though Ally knew she wasn't "special" to him, she didn't feel any less needed in that moment. She could choose to dwell on it or take it for what it was. She went with the latter.

Dipping his head down, he inhaled deeply again, then his tongue made contact with an area of her body that had been so neglected by her man. Ally jumped but Jackson anchored her down with his hands and arms, wrapping them around her legs and lowing himself to the ground fully. One tentative lick became another and another. His tongue expertly found her throbbing clit each time he made a pass with it.

Having children in the house necessitated silence, so whenever her husband had sex with her, and that is what it was, him fucking her until he was done, they both needed to be quiet. Because of this, Ally kept her mouth shut to the moan that wanted to escape. Jackson used his hands to spread her lips wider, giving him greater access to her swollen clit, then placed them back on her thighs. She tried to be quiet, because training is hard to overcome sometimes, but with each flick of his tongue, her composer crumbled a little more and soon it was going to be beyond her ability to keep quiet. She suspected that was his intention.

Every fourth lick or so, Jackson would dip down and taste from the wetness source. His tongue was strong and his arms locked around her thighs made it impossible to escape, not that she wanted to. Ally began to caress his hair, enjoying the softness of it. Without her noticing, he retracted one arm and she stiffened when she felt his fingers are her opening. He went slow, only use one finger to start, exploring her silky walls. Then one became 2 and 2 became 3. Ally felt like she was floating above her body, the sensations quickly overtaking her. A moan escaped her lips.

"That's it, Ally-girl. Let go. Relax. Enjoy." Jackson whisper against her pussy, licking between each word. It gave her confidence and she moaned louder. At this point, she wasn't sure she could keep quiet, even if she needed it, but she also wasn't sure if she could let out like he wanted her to. It felt good, amazing in fact, but her confidence only went so far. That was until he found her g-spot. Jackson massaged it with his middle finger, applying pressure, while flicking his tongue across, around, over her engorged clit.

Without realizing she was going to do it, Ally cried out and grabbed his head, holding him in place and pulling his hair at the same time. Her hips tried to rise off the mat, trying to help her get away from the overwhelming sensation, but Jackson's arm prevented that. His tongue and fingers took on a more rigorous pace.

_No! No! Noooo! _Her inner voice screamed. She was close to cumming, but also felt like she needed to pee. Did she want him to stop? Again her inner voice screamed in the negative.

"Jackson....." Ally moaned louder. "I can't take much more, I feel like I'm coming undone."

"Then come undone for me, Ally-girl, cause I'm not stopping until you soak me."

So she did. Ally came with the **** of a floodgate finally being opened after a heavy rain; if you don't open the gate, it would break from the shear pressure. She bore down on his fingers inside her and shuttered from the pleasure washing over her body. Moaning like a wild woman, Ally rocked her hips without conscious thought, fucking Jackson's face, which he allowed and no longer held her hips down. To his credit, he never stopped licking and finger fucking her. An overall wave of relief caused her to cry out and bear down on an incredible pressure centered around her pussy.

When her tremors began to subside, and her breathing wasn't so ragged, Jackson released her clit from his mouth, but continued to slowly move is fingers inside her. He wanted to make sure she got everything out of her orgasm. It wasn't until she gained more composer and looked at him, skin flushed, hair a tangle, that he removed his fingers from her drenched center. His face and hand were a mess of dripping honey, but he didn't mind. Ally looked him with glazed eyes.

With a voice husky with lust, he said, "Now its my turn."