0 comments/ 54819 views/ 8 favorites The Yoga Instructor By: Michelle_Maev Jen led her yoga class into the final pose of the session. She felt her body, her muscles, her joints relax as she settled into corpse pose and allowed her mind to wander. The soft music from the overhead speakers filled the room with light synthesizer music, and her practice mat felt cool against her skin. After a few minutes, she stood and surveyed her class. Women mostly, a few men scattered throughout, all of them reclined on their backs, eyes closed, their minds left to their own imagination. She couldn't help but smile as she looked out over her students and reveled in the thought that they were HER students, this was HER business, and she held sole responsibility over it. With a soft voice that was nearly a whisper, she said, "Namaste. See you next time." The class rose as if they emerged from a deep sleep. Some sat and rolled up their mats, others stood and stretched one final time. Jen grabbed her mat and walked back to her office. In her spartan office she sat behind the beat-up metal desk she had bought used from an office supply warehouse. She sat knowing there were a ton of little things she needed to do tonight, but not sure where to begin. Ever since she had gained her independence from her ex-boyfriend and her damn family, Jen had felt an exhilaration and an abundant amount of energy that no amount of work seemed to expend. She heard a knock on her office door frame, and looked up to see Debra, one of her students. Debra stood slightly taller than Jen and had long, thin, tight muscles underneath tight skin - the results of years of Tae Kwon Do training. A sheen of sweat covered her lightly tanned body. "You wanted to talk about Tae Kwon Do classes?" Debra said. "Yes, come in, have a seat." Debra sat in one the of cheap metal chairs across from Jen. Her short brown hair was mussed from class. "I want to expand the business a bit," Jen said. "And I thought some low-impact Tae Kwon Do classes might appeal to my current student base." Debra nodded her head. "Yes, it probably would." "And I remember from one of our first conversations together that you used to teach Tae Kwon Do," Jen said. "Would you be interested in teaching a class two or three nights a week?" Debra's eyebrows shot up. "Of course I would." "Good." Jen went over her ideas with Debra, and Debra volunteered some of her own. As they talked, Jen could hear the other students say their good-byes as they left. Debra grabbed a sheet of paper and ink pen from Jen's desk, then sketched out different options they could pursue. As Jen watched her, she knew she had made a good choice. # Jen had first decided to open her own yoga business a year before when she began to feel the first stirrings of discontent with Kyle. They had lived together for three years at that point, and Jen felt bored with their relationship. Kyle seemed content with the status quo, and at times treated Jen more like a showpiece at social gatherings than someone he claimed to love. At one time, he had bragged about his beautiful, tall blonde girl and how well she dressed up. She had practiced yoga from a young age, and with a degree in business (to make her father happy) with a minor in kinetics (to make herself happy), a business offering yoga classes seemed perfect. Jen had found a building after searching only two weeks, soon received approval for her small business loan, and began renovations. The bottom floor needed the addition of locker rooms with showers, plus some clearing out, while the top floor would become her living quarters. When she had decided to leave Kyle and move out of their condominium, she began work on the second floor. By the time she only a few amenities left to add, she broke the news to Kyle that she was leaving him. The fights had been long, the break-up seemed to take forever, but Jen didn't regret a moment of it. And nothing made her happier than to walk up the stairs to her own apartment after a day's work. # In only two months Debra's Tae Kwon Do class pulled in a host of new students, including a few of Jen's regulars from yoga class. Some of those new students signed up for yoga to increase their flexibility, which made Jen even happier. A few weeks in, Jen began attending Debra's classes as a form of aerobic exercise that offered much more excitement than a stepper, treadmill, or jogging. At times Debra seemed harder on her than her paying students, ordering her to perform an extra set of front-snap kicks or make her do continuous repetitions of her forms. Jen never complained, never commented afterwards, but Debra never failed to give her a mischievous grin. Tonight had been no different, and Jen sensed an extra bit of impishness in Debra, almost as if she had some secret she wanted to share. Jen climbed the stairs to her apartment, out of breath, her legs exhausted. She trudged past the storage closet on the right and down to the door on her left that led to her apartment. She put her hand on the door knob, imagined falling on the couch and relaxing for a few minutes, or a few hours, when she remembered she had left the computer on in the office. "Shit." She went back downstairs into her office and turned off the computer. The building held the usual eerie quiet it always did after hours, except tonight she heard the sound of running water. Jen walked across the practice floor, and pushed open the Men's door to a dark and deserted locker room. She went to the Women's locker room and the sound of the running shower became louder. She pushed open the door and peeked in. She saw Debra's locker door open and her sweaty gi on the floor in a pile. Another locker door stood open, but since the locker assignment sheet was back in the office, Jen had no idea whose it could be. Thinking nothing more of it, she turned to leave when she heard a moan. She stopped. Heard another moan. She first thought someone might be hurt. Muscle cramp, maybe fell in the shower, and she rushed in to help. But three steps in, an odd thought popped into her head, one she wanted to dismiss, but couldn't. She stopped for a moment and surveyed the locker room. There were two people in here, and if one was hurt, surely the other would help, or at least call for help if necessary. So why hadn't they? Not sure what to think, Jen crept toward the shower rooms, careful not to make a sound. The shower area was dark, but enough light from the locker room illuminated most of the stalls. Jen peeked her head in, knowing she shouldn't, feeling like a voyeur, feeling dirty, but firm in her resolve that she had every right to find out what was going on in her locker room. She scanned the stalls and on the far left saw... She pulled her head back around the corner, shocked at what she had just seen. Her heart beat faster and her breathing increased. She hadn't seen that correctly, couldn't have. She had only looked a for a brief second, and sometimes things were deceptive when you didn't get a good look at them. She peeked her head in again. In the far shower stall, Debra stood on one leg with her back against the wall. Her left leg straddled around another woman kneeling at her feet, and the kneeling woman had her face buried in Debra's pussy. The shower sprayed water down on them both, covering them with a thin liquid skin of clear silver. Jen pulled back into the locker room again. Her heart beat faster now and she found it difficult to catch her breath. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. From a few of Debra's stray comments in their conversations, Jen had suspected that Debra might be a lesbian, and had no problems dealing with that. But to see this kind of confirmation was shocking. Those were Debra's moans she had heard. My god, they're having sex in my shower! In my locker room! Jen didn't know what to do. Part of her didn't like what they were doing in her showers. Couldn't they go home and do that? Couldn't they find someplace where someone wouldn't stumble across them like this? At the same time, though, a part of her was fascinated. A part of her felt as though she had discovered some secret that she wanted to keep to herself. She wanted them to stop, but she realized in that brief moment, she wanted to watch as well. Jen hadn't moved in minutes and she knew they that could turn off the shower and walk in there at any moment, find her standing against the wall, fighting against her urge to visually trespass into their carnal pleasure, and then they would know, they would know what she had seen. Their secret actions would be out, exposed to someone who was not one of them. What would they think of her? The moaning became louder, punctuated with an occasional hissed "yes". And it occurred to Jen that maybe they wanted to be seen, maybe they wanted to be caught. They could be exhibitionists just waiting for someone to come along and spot them, watch them. They hadn't gone home or some other place private; they had chosen to play in a place where they might be discovered. Jen risked another peek. Debra had her head back, eyes closed, enraptured with the pleasure created by the other woman's mouth. The woman's hands rubbed Debra's legs, then worked up to her butt, gripped Debra as she licked longer and harder. Debra reacted with smooth thrusts of her hips, and buried her fingers in the woman's hair, directing her movements as her leg pulled the woman's head against her harder. Jen continued to watch as Debra built to a crescendo, shuddered, then nearly collapsed on top of the woman who had taken her there. Debra rubbed the woman's back as the woman stood and they kissed. Jen felt a stirring inside herself, her pussy swelled and become damp. She wore only her gi pants and a sports bra from the class earlier, and was thankful the pants were loose enough that her wetness wouldn't show through. Jen panicked when she heard the shower turn off and she bolted for the locker room door. She ran across the floor and up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. She started to head towards her room, but stopped, then eased back to the top of the stairs, out of sight from downstairs, but not out of hearing range. She waited for a few moments. Although the stairs turned half-way up, she could clearly hear the two as they left the locker room and went out of the front door. When she heard Debra lock the front door from the outside, Jen relaxed. She opened the door to her apartment and turned on the low-wattage lamp. In the silence of her apartment, she sat down on the couch, propped her legs up on the low table in front of her, and thought about what she had just seen. She didn't know what to think about it, and this confused her more. Jen couldn't deny the heat she felt between her legs, but couldn't deny the guilt she felt as well. She had spied on those two. Yes, they were in her building, in her locker room, in her shower, and maybe there was a part of them that wanted to be discovered, but she couldn't be sure about that, maybe there were circumstances that didn't allow them another place. God damn, she was horny. She didn't consider herself a lesbian, hadn't ever thought about it before. She had always appreciated beauty in other women, athleticism, and grace. Had sometimes wondered what they were like in bed, but not for any sexual reasons, instead she wondered how they were. Ice queen or wild? Did they talk dirty? Did they like the lights on or off? But in all her musings, Jen had never thought that watching two women make love would make her horny. It had to be because she hadn't had sex in quite some time, just had to be. She couldn't remember the last time she and Kyle had made love, had to have been months before she left him. And then she had given him a blow job before he quickly fell asleep and snored too loudly for her to hear the television. She had masturbated only once since moving in above the business, and even that had started out accidentally. A simple pillow between her legs while she watched the news because she couldn't get comfortable, but then the pillow didn't seem firm enough, didn't quite scratch that inner itch she felt, and soon she had found herself rubbing her crotch outside her panties, then slipping her hand inside and messaging her clit, inserting just the tip of her finger inside herself, increasing the speed with her desire until she buried her scream of pleasure in another pillow. She hadn't even bothered to take off her shorts. Jen had not thought about Debra nor her friend in any sexual way, and could only ever remember being attracted to men. But watching those two had turned her on. And she was hornier at this moment than she could remember being in years. God she needed a man, needed his firm cock shoved deep inside her, needed the pounding, needed the explosive release. But she didn't know any men other than the few guys in her classes and friends she met through Kyle, none of whom she trusted to keep their mouth shut around him. And there was the trust factor around picking up some stranger too. Fuck, she didn't even own a dildo. Jen knew she would have to make do with what she had. She stood and removed her gi, then sat back down on the couch, spread her legs with her feet against the edge of the table and massaged her damp pussy. She felt her own sweat on her hands, felt the fabric of the couch against her back and her bare ass. She began with long, slow strokes, adding a circular motion at the top where her hot clitoris stood aroused. She replayed the scene she had witnessed in the shower, except now instead of the awkward embarrassment she had felt, she imagined that she had masturbated while she watched. She could hear the water as it sprayed from the shower head, she could hear Debra's moans as the woman's warm tongue licked her. She could picture the other woman's long soaked hair pasted against her back, could see the curves of her legs and hips as she squatted in front of Debra. Gradually, Jen increased the speed of her motions, worked herself faster as her mind delved deeper into the scene. Soon she imagined that she received the attentions of the girl, it was her pussy licked, not Debra's, while she stood back and absorbed the growing pleasure. God, this felt so good. She hadn't cum in so long. She didn't want this to stop, wanted to feel this way forever without end. God, please don't let this stop. Jen rubbed faster and faster, slid the tip of her middle finger over the edge of her hole on the down motion, while giving her clitoris an extra rub on the way up. With her left hand she rubbed her small breasts, lightly squeezed her nipples, imagined a warm mouth kissing her nipples, a wet tongue sliding over them, making them hard. Wished her breasts were as large as the woman who squatted before Debra's bush. As her orgasm approached, her breath became more shallow, and a moan slipped from her lips. She worked harder now, she wanted this orgasm, she wanted it to happen now, she couldn't wait any longer, couldn't wait to feel that... The explosion ripped through her body, one brief tense moment, then a complete collapse as the pleasure washed through every muscle and joint of her body. She squeezed her breasts hard, hard enough she knew it should hurt, but it felt too good right now to care. Jen fell back along the couch, arms at her side and reveled in the release, savored every second of these few moments where she existed alone in the world in her small apartment above her own business where no one could bother her, where she could lay on this couch naked for as long as she wanted. # Two days had passed since she had spotted the pair in the shower, and she hadn't seen Debra since that time. Another Tae Kwon Do class was scheduled for tonight, and a part of Jen worried. She was sure they hadn't known she was there, but the nagging paranoia in the back of her mind wouldn't go away. As expected, Debra arrived thirty minutes before her class began, and acted as usual towards Jen. As they spoke, she hoped Debra couldn't hear Jen's slight edge of nervousness. Class started on time, and while going through the normal warm-up exercises followed by the standard practice kicks and punches, Jen tried hard to examine the class to find the other woman from that night. The shower had been darker than usual then, plus the woman's hair had been wet and stuck to her back. Jen wasn't sure about the color, but she had a good idea about the length. She thought she had narrowed it down to the woman named Marcy when Debra caught her not paying attention. Debra gave her an odd look, and in that moment, Jen thought she had given herself away. But in a flash, that look disappeared, replaced by the usual mock disappointment and the order to do another set of side-kicks. Jen continued to catch glimpses of Marcy through the rest of class. Her breasts were large enough, the length of her legs seemed proportionate, her light brown hair seemed right. Although class seemed longer than usual to Jen, Debra ended it on time, and Jen moped back to her office, convinced that her legs would be sore tomorrow. She plopped down in her office chair and when she looked up, Debra stood in the office doorway. "I wondered if you might want to go for a drink or two to celebrate the class's success," Debra said. Jen wondered if her surprise showed on her face. Her heart pounded as she convinced herself that Debra had just asked her out for drinks because she wanted to confront her with what she had witnessed. She knew it was a ridiculous idea, after all, she could confront her here in her office behind a closed door if she wanted to. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe Debra wanted to apologize. Maybe she felt embarrassed at having been caught, but Jen didn't think that could be right either, as Debra could do that here as well. After a moment that seemed to stretch for minutes, Jen said, "Sure." Debra smiled and said, "Great. Let me shower first then we'll head out." Jen agreed, but decided to shower upstairs in her apartment. # After her shower, Jen pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but couldn't find her shoes. As she spent a few minutes searching the apartment, she realized that she hadn't worn shoes in over two weeks. She lived here, worked here, and rarely went outside. She never thought to put on shoes because there was no need to. Eventually, she found a pair of old sneakers under the bed, and not bothering with socks, quickly slipped them on and headed downstairs. She should have expected it, and mentally chastised herself for not, but as she came down, she momentarily stopped in shock when she saw Marcy standing with Debra near the front door. Marcy stood a few inches shorter than both Debra and Jen, and instead of their lengthy musculature, hers was more rounded, proportionately curvy. She had a cute face, with full cheeks and lips, and eyes a sky blue that twinkled in the light. "Ready?" Debra said. "Yeah," Jen said. Debra wore an ensemble similar to Jen's of jeans and T-shirt, while Marcy sported a sheer, red blouse that seemed to emphasize her breasts. "I know of a hole-in-the-wall joint about a block from here," Debra said. "Since it's nice enough out, we could walk." "Sounds good to me," Marcy said. # Jen could not recall ever being in this type of bar before. She had seen her share of dives in college, but nothing quite this small. Not intimate, just cramped. It had a certain charm that she couldn't figure out, but it wasn't the type of place she could ever picture herself returning to. A rough crowd populated the darkened place, a dart board and pool table were shoved into one corner so that neither game could be played if the other was, old scuff marks and stains pock-marked the cheap wood floor, and the tables were small and rickety. The Yoga Instructor She wasn't sure if she had joined the fitness club as a reaction to his mid life crisis, or her own. But here she was (as she was every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), sweating her afternoon away in order to push back the years. She certainly hadn't been that bad looking before she started working out, but now she noticed that she was turning heads, which wasn't an easy task in a college town full of the young and fit. Her physical trainer was one of the young and fit. He was in his late 20's or possibly his early 30's and he was one of those guys who would have gotten attention even if he didn't work out. Muscular, tall, and lean, he had dark eyes, dark hair, and a tan that looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He also had his tongue pierced. This detail always sent a naughty thrill through her. She knew why many people got their tongues pierced, and the idea of having one used on her made her pulse quicken. This fantasy might have very well just remained in her thoughts if he hadn't done something totally unexpected one Friday afternoon. She was just running through her cool down yoga routine, and she was bent over in the downward facing dog pose when he came up behind her and stroked her ass. Her face burned, but not out of shame or indignation as she would have expected. No she burned because she had actually leaned into the stroke. She had wanted more and felt teased and out of breath when more didn't come. Why had she acted that way? She wasn't some kid. She was almost old enough to be his mother. She returned to class the following Monday. She wasn't sure what she expected. She was just about to write the caress off as a fluke when it happened again. She was doing a roll over in her Pilates session when he reached over as if to give her spine a little support, but instead he stroked her again, this time continuing his caress between her legs. She adjusted her pose slightly to accommodate his hand, but quickly sat up when she remembered where she was. Her head was spinning, but she was still able to think fast. She smiled coyly as if to say "not now," and decided to set up a private session somewhere less public at the end of class. Wednesday came and they planned to meet at her friends dance studio. Her best friend taught dance classes to kids after school, so the studio wasn't in use during the mornings and early afternoons. She took the day off work and they met downstairs at the corner. She had set up the room ahead of time with a couple of mats, some hand weights, a yoga strap and block, and an exercise ball. The workout started out like any other. She worked though the warm up and a little cardio. When she moved into her floor exercises the pace began to change. He began to correct her postures with more frequency. The corrections turned into caresses. And finally the caresses evolved into some pretty passionate foreplay. She was careful not to let him get too far, however. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wasn't about to let him get into her head. She teased and stroked, removing clothing until they were both undressed. She laughed maneuvering the exercise ball over with her feet. She sat down on top of it with her legs spread wide. She moved his head between her legs. She had to struggle not to cum too soon. She wanted to stretch the experience out for as long as possible. He gave her a few nibbles and nuzzles using fingers and lips. She knew what she was longing for and she knew it was about to come. He began licking her, the smooth ball of his piercing rolling over her until she moaned out in pleasure. She allowed the heat to course through her body, but continued to hold back the release. He continued stroking and licking her until she could hold back no longer. The orgasm washed over her and then another in quick succession. Once her head cleared she looked down at him as he lay back on the mat with his hands behind his head. A cocky smile played on his lips, she slipped down off her perch and landed gracefully between his knees, kneeling. She placed her hands on either side of his body leaning over him for a kiss. His lips still moist from her sex, the kiss was full of his unspent passion. She pushed herself up sitting back on her feet. She stood up and gathered her cloths as he watched her bewildered. As she dressed his expression grew more perplexed. She reached inside her hand bag and grabbed out a wad of bills. She tossed it at him. "Thanks for the class." she said smiling. Then she walked out the door. The Yoga Instructor This is a story about my Junior year at college. I was a psychology major; a studious 22 year old compared to most of my peers. I usually spent my Friday nights up late at the library working on my latest research project rather than parting all night with all the beautiful young coeds. Secretly tho ,I often fantasized about long salacious nights of sweaty dancing and one night stands but I just wasn't one of those charismatic men that the women gravitated towards. Its not that I was afraid to talk to girls but its just once we start a conversation it seems to stall out and to avoid further embarrassment I would come up with an excuse to get out of the situation. I had a few girlfriends back in high school and lost my virginity in the most prosaic fashion. To my date at the night of senior prom. My looks are the one thing that helps me with women. I've been told I'm very attractive; I have buzzed brown hair, a symmetrical face and I am naturally hairless all over my body. I'm '5 10 175 lbs. My body is a shapely slim hourglass figure , I keep in shape by doing daily yoga/Pilates and meditation classes at the school gym. I have a very high sex drive and every time after I get back from Pilates I always tear off my sweaty boxers and pull out my hard cock to the thought of my yoga instructor, Lena. She is just a shade under 6 foot tall and her most overarching feature is that she is athletic. She is has a shoulder length brown hair that is always pulled up into a tight ponytail. Her tits are b cup on the smallish side. She has a sultry look with pouty lips and big brown eyes. But the features that makes her so divine is her legs and arms they are muscular just up to the point where you notice it but below the level where she looks like a bodybuilder. And her ass will make any mans dick instantly hard. It is perfectly plump and perky and always tightly wrapped up in her yoga pants. There is something about the way she speaks with such confidence and the strut she carriers herself with makes me wild. If god was designing a paragon of a female it would be Lena. She is the type that if she was stranded on a deserted island she would be able to hunt and find shelter and survive. Every day after my Pilates session with her I can wait to get home and pull out my already dripping cock. . My cock is about 5 and a half inches long and a little on the thin side. It makes me a bit self-conscious knowing that I have a small cock. I have even had girlfriends in the past say it was "cute"; Its not what I wanted to hear, but at least I have an attractive cock albeit a little on the petite side. In the past my girlfriends have always given me great head because they could fit my entire cock in their mouths with ease. After my Pilates session today I came in about 2 minutes with my memory of Lena fresh in my mind. Once I got off I began to feel that "I'm a loser" feeling. Its been over 6 months sense i had sex with anyone. So I decided I was sick of sitting in my dorm and masturbating and today was the day I finally will do something about it. I needed to get fucked. Knowing that my looks are my greatest asset, I decided I would put on my short Adidas running shorts and go for a shirtless jog around campus. I have done this in the past and I always notice girls staring at me; this time I would actually hit on them. After a few miles I was nice and lathered up with sweat. My slim and cut frame was glistening in the summer sun. I decided to take a turn through the art district on campus. There was an amazing replica of the ancient Michelangelo's David sculpture on campus and I decided to jog by it. I got to the sculpture when my heart began racing; Lena was there out for a walk and admiring the magnificent art piece. She was wearing a pair of high rise light blue jean shorts that showed off her muscled legs beautifully. On top she wore a tight fitting white tube top with a the top of her florescent pink bikini showing. She saw me and immediately I noticed her give me a seductive look. I couldn't help but think she was looking at me like a lioness who was just thrown a juicy dripping piece of steak. She motioned for me to come over to her. I felt a rush of courage swell in me as I walked over to her. I couldn't help myself when I saw her sexy round ass, my cock instantly started to grow. She immediately put her arms on me and gave me a big embrace, I savored the delicious musky scent that wafted all over me while we were connected. I preyed she didn't feel my cock rub against her when she pulled me in to her. Unexpectedly, when she stepped in to hug me I felt my cock press up against something hard between her legs. I rationalized that it must have simply been a button on her shorts. She stepped back and gave me a up and down look , And as if she didn't even notice the feel of my hard cock against her, she said " I see my Pilates training has done your body good, your looking great Kari" "Ya if only I had more time with you I might be looking as good as you" I said . "We may be able to arrange that", she smirked and then gave me a quick wink. We both turned to look back at the replica of the David statue. Taking the lead in the conversation, with a joking countenance Lena said to me . "You know I actually prefer a man with a petite cock like his." She smirked. No-Way!! it might just be my lucky day I pondered to myself/ "Ohh you d-do"; I stammered out , and without thinking I kept on "at least that makes one girl who feels that way, if only you all would be so discriminating" I murmured , it was only after I spoke that I realized I basically just told Lena I have a tiny cock. "what, so you ... look like him... down there?" she said My face turned a sanguine red "well my cock is just about identical to his" I quipped. "MMmm, well by the looks of it, you two have a lot in common. I might just need to slip off those skimpy running shorts and do a comparison, You wouldn't mind would you" she said with a devious grin. At that instant there was nothing around us but both of our statuesque bodies and a hot fiery lust. She stepped in closer to me and leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and my mind exploded in passion , I felt her hand slide up my short running short and squeeze me in by the upper thigh pulling my body to hers. I felt like I was at home in her arms as she directing me making all the first moves. Her tongue entered my mouth deeply and passionately she kissed me. Then briskly she pulled away, teasing me. And with a silky sly smile said "I know a place where we can go, I need you right now!" I had no choice in the matter at this point, my lust had fully secured all decision centers within my brain. I would follow this girl anywhere to have another taste. She grabbed my by the hand and pointed us towards to the the closest dorm in the art district of campus, Balboa Hall. She put her arm around my shoulder as we walked. I drank up the guise of all the other envious guys as i strutted through campus arm in arm with this goddess. Two young and beautifully sculpted bodies awaiting the pure ecstasy and passion that only we could have. There was something else inside me as well, something a bit more devious; I felt like she was scooping me up and carrying me with with her like she is my night in shining armor, only she has the strength to save me from my banal existence. We reached a dorm and she pulled me in by the arm to girls shower room. Before we entered she told me to close my eyes .. I could hear the showers running and I heard Lena pass a girlfriend of hers and she whispered to her not to tell anyone. I heard a stall open and I was thrusted in and then Lena pounced on me. Pulling my face to hers with both of her strong hands on to my neck and cheeks. My hands were all over her tight body, I cupped her plump and juicy ass squeezing and groping. I needed to get her out of her shorts so I could be closer to that ass. I moved my hands to the buttons on the front of her shorts and undid them both. I could see the bright pink bikini bottoms clinging to her hairless body beneath. Then she moved her hands down to my ass and aggressively pulled my hips in to hers. I almost came right that instant. As she pulled me in to her I felt something throbbing between her legs, again my little cock felt something big and hard pushing back against it. I felt my body tingle with the thought that Lena might be transgender. While I consider myself straight I am a lover of trans women and I have had a few bi encounters when I was younger. Lena broke away from my caresses stepped her delicious body back from me in the stall. I looked on admiring her perfect sexy body, she slowly slid her shorts down her perfectly smooth and tanned legs. Then her hands moved down to her bikini bottom and she stepped up on her tip-pie toes and un-tucked her thick and hard cock into the front of her bottom. In front of me now was the outline of an 8 inch and thick cock wrapped inside her pink bikini. I thought I might have died and went to heaven with this muse in front of me , she brought her arms over her head and lifted her top off, then she undid her pony and her brown hair fell down over her shoulders. Now she stood before me in just her bikini. I began too see a dark wet spot of precum form where the mushroom tip of her dick was. She pulled me closer and the put her hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. I rubbed my face and mouth over her bulge savoring her musky scent and i slowly slip the pink fabric to the side revealing her massive hard cock. I stuck out my tongue and licked all the precum off of the tip. Her hand placed firmly on the back of my head, I began to put put my lips around her beautiful cock . I thought of how much bigger her cock is to mine and It made me wild with lust, I just imagined how amazing it would feel with her arms around me thrusting into my ass while my little baby cock flops around uselessly. I enveloped her entire cock into my mouth as she griped the back of my head fucking my face. As she did this I pulled off my skimpy running shorts and revealed my little member. I began to jack off, as soon as she sees my little cock I hear her say, "MMM, its the cutest little thing." "get on your feet and come up to mommy" She said in a patronizing tone As I stood up she slid her tongue into my mouth taking total control over me. And I felt both of our cocks dancing and rubbing with each other. My cock was just about about half the size of hers. It was especially noticeable when she seductively wrapped her bright pink nail polished hands around her cock and pinned my cock down to my stomach with it. She looked at me in the eyes her face gushing with a playful and knowing grin as if we both are acknowledging her dominance over me. "I think someone likes it" She muses and slaps me in the ass. She pulls me up and turns me around in the shower stall so that I'm facing the wall with both hands up against the wall. She puts one hand on my hips and pulls my ass out as her other hand is on my back bending me over. "Are you ready for me to make you mine baby" she leans over and whispers in my ear. My two front fingers are pumping my little cock as I am being bent over, back arched I feel Lena's two fingers lubed up and enter me. She spends a minute or two gradually entering more fingers to loosen me up. And something inside of me is yearning for her cock to enter and take me. I want her to make me hers. At that moment I realized a mental synopsis what I was about to do. I was in a shower stall with my ass perked up in the air practically begging for a 8 inch cock to enter my ass and fuck me. And that cock was attached to such a devilishly gorgeous woman, so beautiful I never imagined I would have a chance with her. She finally positioned the head of her hard cock at my eager hole. The tip was warm and slippery as I felt her push forward and begin to enter me. It hurt only at first then It was amazing; like she was wrapped all around me cuddling every part of my body at once. She slipped it in further inch by inch until I feel her hips pressing against my ass. Then she pushed herself deep into me all the way; she nibbled on my ear and whispers to me "This is how you and your little cock were meant to fuck" I am hers forever now. She begins to thrust in and out of me using my ass for her pleasure. Her Bikini is pulled to the side to allow her cock out as she fucks me. My little member is as hard as it has ever been as I pull on it jacking myself off. I feel her long hair on my back as she pounds me she puts both hands on my shoulders asserting her dominance and it puts me over the edge. I pushed my ass back into her cock with every thrust. The hot pink string of her bikini tops are swinging in the air bouncing and slapping me in the face as we thrust into each other. Then she moved her hand up off of my hip and firmly grasped the back of my neck; that was what put me over the edge. I let out a high pitched moan., " uahhhhh!!! Im Cumming" I scream. My sphincter tightens around her member wanting to keep her inside of me forever. She puts her hand under my cock and catches all of my cum . Then she instantly brings the hand up to my mouth and feeds it to me while she pounds my ass depper and deeper. As I am licking her fingers clean she lets out a deep scream and thrusts as far as she can inside of me. Her hands now pulling at my hips bringing me towards her. I feel a hot seed shoot into my bowels. A momentary desire to be pregnant passes through my conscience. Lena licks and sucks on my ears still reeling as her cock begins to shrink inside of me. I hear the sounds of the shower come back. A girl a few stalls over is laughing. Lena's dick slides out of my ass, we turn to face each other both of our cocks now limp we kiss. "That was amazing , I say, ;" I think that may have been the best sex iv ever had" Lena Just confidently smiles at me , "Thanks Baby" We scrub each other down with soap, and dry each other off. When Lena stepped back from me to get dressed I couldnt help but admire her. She looked like a goddess with her perfectly shaped body, freshly cleaned and glistening; her long limp cock proudly dangling between her thighs. She pulled her bikini bottoms down to her knees then took her cock and expertly tucked it up between her ass cheeks. Then she pulled her pink bottoms back upthey snapped back against her perfectly plump ass. As we exited the Shower Lena again told me to close my eyes . I felt my sore ass with each step I take as I hear giggles from the girl we pass by in the shower. The Yoga Instructor Ch. 01 Adele was a sizzling redhead with cat like green eyes and a curvy body that made men ache. She knew she drove men crazy without even trying but very few had caught her attention. Going through a bitter divorce had really turned her off from men and it had been years since she had even considered dating. She hated the term cougar which most of the younger men that actually had the balls to speak to her referred to her as. Men of all ages tried to catch her at a weak moment. Adele was anything but weak. She began her day the same as every day but little did she know something spectacular would happen today. The alarm buzzed at six and she yearned for another hour of blissful sleep. She stretched and made her way to the bathroom. Her routine was simple because she was a natural beauty and did not require much for a stunning effect. The steam from the shower was fogging the mirror but she caught a glance of herself as she pulled off her tight thin t-shirt which had began to stick to her full breasts due to the moisture in the air. Then she slid her panties down her long legs and stepped in the steamy hot shower. The water felt amazing on her body. She poured her favorite scented body wash on her pouf and began to lather her tone body starting with her arms and moving to her breasts. She had perfect breasts. They were all natural, the perfect shape and size. As she bathed, her nipples became hard against the pouf. She felt the bubbles caress her silky skin as they rolled down her tummy to her feet. Experiencing a little tingle of excitement, she slowly began to touch the moist spot between her legs. It didn't take long before she was trembling from the much needed release. She wrapped a soft towel around her naked wet body and made her way to her vanity to finish getting ready for the day. She had a little naughty smile on her face and thought to herself there wasn't any man that could make her feel as good as she could herself especially with the variety of adult toys available. She dried her gorgeous long red hair and allowed it to tumble in loose curls down her back and shoulders. She applied light make-up making her stunning green eyes pop and her full lips a glossy pale pink shade. The Juicy Couture yoga suit was simple but didn't conceal what an amazing body she had. Singing one of her favorite songs, she enjoyed coffee and a healthy breakfast of fruit with yogurt before going to her yoga class at an upscale gym which she often referred to as a meat market. Men constantly stared at her as she worked out or was bending her body in impossible yoga poses. It completely annoyed her. Sometimes she thought these pathetic creatures joined just to watch the flexible women in the class. The tall blonde yoga instructor made sure her students pushed their bodies to the limit. Adele had been her student for years so the instructor expected even more from her. She was having a little difficulty holding the Firefly Pose so the tall cool blond instructor came to her rescue. The instructor placed her hands on her firm body assisting with the pose. She felt her breast gently pressed against her back and the warmth of her breath in her ear as she spoke quietly not to disturb the other students. "You are doing great, Adele. All this hard work has certainly paid off. You have an outstanding body", the instructor purred in her ear leaving Adele with a feeling she had never felt. Shivers ran up and down her spine, fluttering sensations were in her tummy and a sudden urge to kiss this beautiful blond passionately on the lips. Why had she never noticed how attractive she was before? Adele never noticed women in a sexual way before even though she had friends of every sexual orientation. As the instructor removed her hands, she left a hint of sensuous perfume behind turning Adele on even more. She watched the instructor go before the class again and noticed how perfect her body was. She was tall with perfect posture, toned and tan like most women in Los Angeles but there was something else that really caught Adele's attention. This woman had the most beautiful smile and radiant personality Adele had ever seen. The very thought of touching her made her shiver with delight. After class, Adele nervously walked up to the instructor and invited her for drinks. To her surprise, she said yes with a warm flirty smile. They made arrangements and exchanged cell numbers. Tonight was going to be fabulous!