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Yoga

By: StoryTeller07



Lorain was attempting, yet again, what was for her an impossible yoga position. With both ankles wrapped around the neck she slipped. The success was short lived as she slowly rolled backwards trapping both arms under her legs. She was trapped in place by her own weight. In this indelicate position she would remain until someone came to the rescue and she knew exactly who that would be. 

It was going to be the young man whose apartment she had been sharing for the last couple of weeks. Her neighbour's son Peter was just eighteen and rented an apartment while at university. It happened to be close to head office where Lorain had to attend a course for a few weeks. Peters mother had persuaded him to give her the spare room. 

Knowing his father was the type to organise everyone around him she assumed, correctly, he would try the same. It was his apartment yet she had made it quit clear from the first day she wasn't going to let him lay down the rules. After all she was a mature experienced woman, almost twice his age and he had only just turned eighteen. It would have been better to get to know him, been friendlier toward him, considering this vulnerable spot she was in.

The position was embarrassing enough only she had taken off the leotard to gain some extra freedom of movement. With everything not only exposed but spread out as though on offer the position was humiliating. For an attractive woman to be naked and helpless was dangerous. She knew men preferred large breasts but she did have shapely long legs, smooth skin, and long blond hair. In short, men found her very attractive.

Lorain wondered how he would react finding her like this. Would he discreetly undo her like a knot in a piece of string or take advantage of this pathetic helplessness. She must relax. She tried to roll over onto one side to get free only her elbows prevented it. It was no use whatever she tried the position was impossible to escape from.

With her legs wrapped around her neck she presented an indelicate picture, sure to be a temptation to Peter and she was powerless to stop him taking advantage. With a close up view between her legs she was pathetically aware of a physical reaction provoked by these lewd thoughts. The sight of swelling lips reacting so strongly to her imagination was both strange and fascinating. Unused to a close up of her sexuality it was strangely upsetting and stimulating. 

***

"Hi! Are you in?" Peter shouted. Lorain remained silent trying to bring her thoughts under control. She listened to him singing in the shower summoning the courage to call for help. He was obviously unaware anyone was home. He probably thought she had caught an early train home for the weekend. She had better shout to him when he came out of the shower or would be left here all evening, for he was sure to be going out on a Friday night. Waiting for him to discover her prolonged the torment though it did give her more time to regain some control. 

Straight out of the shower he walked into the lounge wearing a towel dripping water onto the carpet. "Oh!" He exclaimed. "Shall I come back when you're finished?" He asked. Not making a move or looking away he stood directly above her enjoying the sight of a naked woman splayed on the floor. 

Embarrassed, she just managed to squeak out a reply. "No. Don't go. I need help. Please. Just undo my ankles." She said, trying to sound calm and failing.

Her tone had always been rather imperious with him up until now. The tone now held a conciliatory note, understandably, considering the circumstances. Peter couldn't help being amused at her predicament. He knew she practised yoga but this was amazing. He kneeled down to take a closer look. "How long have you been stuck like this?" He asked.

The amusement on his face was clear to see and most unsettling. "Since four. I came home early." She murmured. It was disconcerting to be speaking to him face to face with a swelling vagina between them. He crawled around behind her examining the tangle of limbs. 

"I guess it's going to be painful to move either your hands or feet." He said. 

She wished he would just get on with it not wanting to prolong the dreadful seconds that seemed to stretch out. She squashed the thought of stretching out.

He crawled round to face her again obviously enjoying this unexpected power. Reaching over her head she felt his fingers tracing her limbs as though he were figuring what to do only she knew he was delaying things. In horror she watched the towel swing open enveloping her in its folds as it flopped down either side of her rolled up body. It was like being trapped in a tent. 

Right before her was the tent pole. In the gloom she couldn't help seeing this swollen penis pointing at her. 'No! Keep that damn thing away.' She thought. It was already hard and throbbing seeming to stretch out toward her. When he moved forward reaching over her head to massage her feet the penis moved in. 

In fear she watched it skim above the lips of her pussy stopping just short of her mouth. When she breathed out it throbbed in response. Trying to breath through her nose did no good as her breath still tickled it. She almost licked her dry lips but realised in time, she would have licked the tip of his cock. It was that close.

When he moved back she watched his penis bob downward where it slapped her pussy. She gasped as though in pain.

"Sorry did I pull your feet the wrong way?" He asked.

"No it was." She began, but stopped herself in time. It was difficult to think straight but she managed to steady her racing thoughts enough to realise he knew exactly what he had done. His teasing of her was deplorable yet there was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to suffer this indignity until he had finished amusing himself.

Staring her in the face, this time much closer, he sniffed. It was only too obvious what was happening to her under his gaze. She was visibly swelling while giving off a musky odour with a clear message about her state of excitement. While they both looked on, her crotch began to glisten with her juices exuding from a growing openness. She couldn't move her head away from the explicit spectacle nor could she close her eyes while he too looked on at the enthralling exhibition of a grand opening. 

Feeling the faint touch of his breath upon her thighs was exciting enough but then he blew upon her opening eliciting a feeble whimper. "You seem to be hot. I'll cool you down." He said. 

It had the opposite effect. She screwed up her face with every blow he served, beginning to pant in time with it. She watched a finger an inch or two from her nose gently stroke one of her lips. 

He blew there as though attempting to put out a forest fire with a garden hose. It was petrol not water he doused her with. Her fire grew in intensity. "Oh! Please. Stop it! You mustn't. What would your mother say?" She pleaded.

She watched his lips close upon hers. It was a barely perceptible touch. A flicker of tongue stroked one lip then the other. She whimpered. She tried to recover her voice to tell him off. The thought was there to say, 'Stop licking my pussy you naughty boy.' The absurdity of the words dried them in her throat. All that emerged was a guttural moan.

She wanted to close her eyes tight shut. To hide from all that was happening an inch or two before them. His mouth opened wide and encompassed her pussy. He sucked hard drawing everything into his mouth. It felt as though she were being turned inside out. Pleasure zones she never knew existed erupted inward travelling through her body outward to the tips of her toes, her fingertips, and nipples. The top of her brain seemed to fizz as though her hair was on fire.

He pressed down hard for his tongue to delve and explore inside. She whimpered freely, crying out unashamedly. Her body needed to thrash about reacting to a deep orgasm only she was trapped, and so instead it trembled. The fit racked her body for what seemed an age while she desperately clung on as though riding a bicycle across coble stones at speed.

When she at last opened her eyes he was looking down at her grinning mischievously. She watched the head of his cock glide toward her mouth then drop back to her pussy lips. "No! Please. Don't do that. You'll make me pregnant." With such a close view of her privacy she couldn't tell him it was the wrong time of month so perhaps something else might stop him. "I'm so fertile the least drop will make me pregnant. Please don't do that to me. You don't want the responsibility of a child do you?" She pleaded.

"Your right. Why take a chance when there are other opportunities." He grinned. 

His cock loomed large in her face so much bigger from this perspective it was daunting. The head of his cock touched her lips. 

"Open wide." He mischievously chided then chuckled mischievously.

This was not something she had been used to but there seemed little choice. She flicked it with her tongue trying to keep it from penetrating too deep hoping he might come quickly. With this thought she began sucking and licking even nibbling and flicking the eye of his cock. "No! You're choking me." She spluttered when it hit the back of her throat.

"You bit me!" He said, looking bemused. "Don't you know what to do?" He asked. 

She tried to shake her head but not even that was possible. "Sorry!" She whimpered, almost meaning it. His cock looked ready to explode. He had given her such a marvellous orgasm she now felt guilty. How could she be angry with him after that? But now it must stop she couldn't go on. She was almost his mother's age, what would people say if they were found out. What would his mother say!

Had he at last gone to get something to free her? She hoped he wasn't looking for condoms. She knew he hadn't a girl friend at the moment but that didn't mean he didn't keep some for an emergency. She should help him out perhaps let him. "No!" This had gone far enough. 'It had been nice after so long.' She thought, and a rosy glow seemed to shadow the room. She had been a lonely widow for too long.

A little voice was nagging at her asking if it really made much difference after what just happened. No, she must not let those feelings influence her; she had to stop him now before he took her completely.

Watching him enter the room without his dressing gown was interesting. His erect penis bobbed up and down with each stride. Looking up at him it seemed to be enormous. She could see everything from down here. His bottom looked so delicious. 'Stop it!' She told herself. 

He began to massage her limbs with oil and all she could do was purr in contentment. When was he going to free her? Her bottom was stretched out wide before him and as his hands pressed oil into her thighs and cheeks she opened her eyes. A finger pressed at her little puckered hole. "No! Stop that. Please!" She said trying to sound like a mature adult. The tone of voice was instead pleading.

"Just relax." He told her. "It will feel OK if you relax." 

A finger slipped in with a thumb slithering over her bud. In and out the finger worked into her bottom while the thumb pressed upon her most sensitive spot. She had never ever let anyone play with her bottom only now it was impossible to stop him. This was different from furtive gestures during foreplay. With her legs so widely spread he had complete access to her and was able to see what he was doing only too well.

It didn't take long for her breathing to gain momentum. In rhythm with those unrelenting fingers her breaths poured out with pitiful sighs. For a moment she thought it a spiteful torment when he kept changing position and timing, when all she wanted was a steady stroke for a badly needed orgasm. Another one!

The involuntary sounds were a bodily reaction, not under her control at all, but directed by those blessed fingers. For a moment she thought there was a tune to it then tried to dismiss the humiliating thought. He was keeping her on the edge, keeping control of her body. Through befuddled thoughts it became clear what he was doing to her. A firmer press upon her bud followed a deeper penetration of her anus with a finger. A penetration of her vagina then a massage of both lips followed. All of it was in a steady rhythm. Each movement elicited a different sound from her mouth or throat. 

The damn boy was playing her body like some exotic musical instrument. He was using her sex to play some damn nursery rhyme. The disgrace brought anger. It also hammered home the hopelessness of her position bringing with it an uncharacteristic humility. At last she gave in and came. If she hadn't been wrapped up into a tight ball her body would have collapsed in a heap on the floor. Instead she let out a long low howl.

"My turn I think." Peter told her quietly.

Still in the throes of ecstasy she distantly watched a penis bounce over her lips slapping at the well-worked opening, nudge her nose, and then slide back as he positioned himself. On his knees he steadied his hardened cock with one hand, ready to penetrate her bottom. The battlefield was a few inches square where all her treasures were being fought for and taken one by one.

Before she could cry out in fear there was a loud banging on the door. A below from university friends invaded the little scene of action between them. 

Peter jumped up and shouted down the hallway. "Wait. I'm not ready yet."

He pulled the sofa away from the wall, manoeuvred the towel under her and dragged her behind it. They wouldn't wait much longer if the sound of raucous voices were anything to go by. Either the door would give way or they would lurch on to the next drinking hole.

Pulling on a pair of jeans he opened the door for them to fall in. "I just need a shirt then we're off." He told them.

"We started before you so you've a lot to catch up on Pete." One of his drunken palls belched. 

'Bugger!' He thought, 'I'll have to get them out of here and lose them in town.' "Don't you worry I'll soon down a few."

Lorain screwed up her eyes in panic. One rampant young man was enough. If those drunken fools sniffed her out: what then? She dare not think what might happen. Crushed behind the sofa it was impossible to move let alone escape from the knot her body was in. What ever happened to her was in the hands of Peter. 'Damn those hands! Those wonderful hands.' She thought. Their raucous laughter sounded loud and close leaving her feeling frightened and vulnerable. She lay squashed in a ball trying to hold her breath, not daring to make a sound.

Yoga



It started as a day like any other, unremarkable in every sense of the word. I got up, ate a bit, showered, packed my bag and headed into town for a yoga session. When I got there the only one there except me was the instructor, we exchanged a few pleasantries (something I've never felt good at) and then I prepared for the session by getting changed and taking out a mat and placing it on the floor and then lying down on it to relax and get the outside world off of my mind. After a few minutes other people began arriving, I'd shown up almost fifteen minutes before we were supposed to start so I had some time to relax. Lying there with my eyes closed and letting my mind wander as I overheard the instructor talking to the new arrivals. Feeling like the odd man out as usual.

The session started on time, by then three more people had arrived, all female. Two out of three quite attractive too, tall and slender and definitely my type, but despite the fact that I only started with yoga in the first place to meet women I had yet to get to know any of the women I had seen or even briefly talked to there any better. Still, having an attractive blonde to my left and an attractive brunette to my right didn't exactly sink my mood. That would usually come later as I pondered having failed to get closer to either of them. But then and there my mind was more on the exercise at hand then why I sometimes see myself as nothing more than one enormous failure.

The instructor talked a bit first before starting with chanting the opening mantra, something I don't participate in due to a fundamental religious allergy, i.e. I'm allergic to religion in any form. That doesn't mean I disrespect all religion I just don't participate in order to avoid feeling like a complete hypocrite. We began with the usual warming up exercises, the so called sun greetings. The instructor leading some while letting us do the rest on our own. Having gone there a number of months more and more of the exercises had stuck to my mind and I needed little instruction on them. Doing them mostly on my own as I felt my flow got better that way.

After a few exercises the instructor went to help one of the others, during that time the blonde asked me for a little help with one position and I could hardly decline her. Having helped her she thanked me but it's what she did next that left a memory which still makes me sigh and shiver. She quickly kissed me, leaving me flabbergasted. While I was still reeling and just before the instructor returned her attention to the whole group she asked me to follow her home afterwards. I nodded my approval as quickly as I could before getting back to what I was supposed to be doing which was yoga.

I must admit I had some difficulties concentrating after that event and I let myself be led through the other exercises as my mind was now somewhere completely different. The blonde met my every glance in her direction with a smile that went straight into my heart. As we laid down to start some ten minutes of relaxation after the exercises had ended I felt especially nervous knowing she was lying right next to me, hoping she would use those ten minutes where everyone was just supposed to take it easy for something else. We laid down and while I did manage to relax my body my mind was feverish with thoughts, wishes and desires. The instructor made her usual rounds to see that we relaxed properly before leaving the room completely. My heart leaped when I felt the blonde beside me reach out her hand and take mine. We held hands for what seemed to be an eternity before the door started opening again and like two guilty school children we quickly hid what we had been doing.

After the finishing mantra I hurried to change clothes and dry some of the sweat off my body before joining the blonde. I hoped and wished with all my heart that she wouldn't get impatient but when I re-entered the yoga room and saw that I was the last to go besides from the instructor my heart sank like a stone. I wonder if the instructor even noticed that I almost left without even murmuring a goodbye?

Walking out of the building feeling like I'd just blown the chance, the opportunity, the blessing of a lifetime I was surprised to have two hands cover my eyes from behind as a woman's voice asked me "guess who?". I felt like I had been reborn, filled with life once again, as I turned around to see the blonde smiling at me. We shared a brief kiss before walking back to her home hand in hand. A walk that took probably between five and ten minutes but that could have lasted all day for all I cared.

We were in the hallway of her apartment when she with a smile let the first piece of her clothing fall to the floor. Soon more followed and I hastened to follow her. Kissing and naked we entered her shower. Taking some shower gel in her hand and with a fiendish grin on her lips she started to wash me, starting with my torso and making me delirious with joy. As her hands reached my waist I knew I wanted to, had to, reciprocate and I was soon washing her. Covering her upper body, her shoulders, neck, arms and bosom with foam from the shower gel. As I started washing them my hands soon fell in love with her bosom and it became almost impossible for me to stop caressing her breasts. As the soap rinsed off and my hands proceeded downwards I just had to kiss her twin beauties. Licking them to her great amusement. I went further downwards, cleaning her buttocks, legs, feet. As I finally watched the last bit of soap wash away from her fussy bush I knew what I had to do. My head was already level with it and I knew that even if it postponed loosing my complete virginity I just had to try it. So I reached forward and kissed her there, kissing her lower lips, her orchid, that piece of the female anatomy that had haunted my imagination since puberty first began.

She moaned, as I licked and explored her wondrous slit, her other mouth and glorious cunt starting to salivate as I made my first attempts ever of pleasing one of it's kind. My tongue found her clitoris, that mysterious button I had read so many times about and fantasised about pushing so many times more. Finding it swollen I followed the advice I had read and started to gently suckle it. Waiting for her reaction before sucking on it just a little harder. I licked her and sucked her. With her back against the wall I licked her, with one of her legs up on my shoulder and her hand in my hair I suckled her until she came, shuddering and moaning. It was a revelation to for once in my life see a woman in lust with my own eyes and know that it was I who brought here there. That it was I who gave her pleasure, who gave her release.

Raising myself up I didn't know if she would want to kiss me so soon after I had licked her but she did and did so deeply. With even more fervour and passion than before. Pushing me up against the wall she had so recently rested against, with her one thigh pushing against my growing member. For what was probably the first time in many years, possibly as much as two decades, I didn't think. There was not one thought, not one hint of analysis floating through my mind. I just lived.

She started cleaning me off again. Teasing me into becoming more and more crazed with desire. As she finished my legs her hands soon settled on one particular target, even after the gel in her hands had long washed away and all of me was clean. Kneeling before me she smiled up at me as her hands went wandering all around my hips, my bum and groin. When she kissed my sack I felt surprised, but not as surprised as when she started licking the tip of my now fully revealed spear. Licking around and around the knob she was driving me insane, with her hands playing around the root and sack making me unable to regain any balance of mind. When she swallowed the tip I just gulped, when she started moving me in and out of her mouth I could feel it in my whole body. No act of self pleasuring had ever felt as good, as overwhelming. She continued playing with my sack for a while but as my internal pressure grew she placed her hands on my buttocks, taking a firm hold and pulling me in and out of her faster and faster until I could take it no longer. In a way I had wanted to hold it in a little in preparation for later games but right then I just lost my mind and exploded. Erupting into her mouth. Feeling as if each nerve in my body including all of my spine had turned into lava and been ejaculated out of me in some sort of volcanic eruption. I shuddered still as I gazed down upon her.

She smiled at me. Swallowed and then smiling back at me again, opening her mouth to show it empty as if my orgasm had never happened. While my sense of hygiene refused I just knew I had to kiss her when she arose back up, such an effort deserved a reward even greater than I then felt able to give her. Holding her sweet head in my hands I kissed her and for a long while we remained embraced and kissing as the warm water poured all over us. Our bodies huddled so close together that we could each feel each others' nipples against our skin.

Slowly we drifted out of the shower, taking our time to dry off and to dry each other off. Kneeling down to dry off her feet I couldn't help but to kiss them, feeling at that time that I wanted to worship each and every part of her with my lips. I must admit that she was probably a bit rougher than what was warranted when she dried off my groin and it's equipment but all I felt just then was a certain part of my anatomy signalling it's willingness to go at it again. With our arms around each others' waists we went into her small kitchen for some water before slowly gliding into her bedroom and collapsing next to one another.

Lying there smiling and kissing, with me on my back and her with half of her body on top of or against mine. Her right leg between mine and her right thigh pressing against my growing if a little sore member. Her right hand drawing little patterns on my chest in between kisses. My right hand playing upon her back.

"Ready to go again?" She asked me after a while, her hand straying closer and closer to my member.

"Sure." I said, smiling. But as she quickly moved to get up on top of me, taking a hold of my firm staff presumably to guide it in, I knew there was something I needed to tell her.

"Ehm, there's something I feel I have to tell you." I started, as she looked up at me with a surprised look from what she'd been doing I continued the small speech I had hastily prepared in my mind. "I'm not that experienced. As a matter of fact this is the first time I've ever been this intimate with a woman. The first time I've ever even been close to being intimate with a woman." She looked up silently at me for a while as all the old anxieties I'd had started playing inside my head. Fearing that as intimate as we were things would rapidly change now that I had told her my most intimate and shameful secret.

"Don't worry." She said, smiling at me and reaching out to caress my cheek. "I'll guide you." She smiled so reassuringly at me I just had to reach out and bring her closer so we could kiss. After our lips had met she was still close for a while and talked again:

"So that thing in the shower was just beginner's luck." She asked, smiling still.

"Well, I have read quite a bit but.. well, I guess so..." I said, suddenly unsure.

"Well let's hope you've got a lot of it because I intend to educate you fully." She said grinning at me like a wolf.

She started grinding her crotch against my member, a sweet and teasing torture that made it once more assume its full length. With my hands on her hips I supported her. Raising herself up she gripped my staff and aimed it at herself. But before letting me enter she tortured us both by letting my tip glide against her blood-filled lower lips. Sliding it around and around until the whole knob glistened with her juices. Then she slowly lowered herself unto me, taking me in millimetre by millimetre. Stopping every now and then as if to fully digest or adapt to that part of me she had expropriated. Each time she started moving again I had to close my eyes and just sink into the wonderful sensation of it all, of being dissolved and devoured by her hungry cunt. It was only a few seconds after she had taken all of me in that we again emerged into the real world and I once more found myself the recipient of her wolf-like grin. After that I found myself the recipient of her sweet and passionate kisses. We stayed like that for a while, our hips barely moving at all as we kissed.

When we finally stopped kissing she started riding me. Slowly at first, grinding our groins together, then more rapidly as our passion and lust grew. Feeling her and doing my utmost to move with her body was a new experience that I will forever be grateful for. Now and then she leaned down to share a kiss or two, slowing her pace without ending it. At those moments I just wanted to hold her close and wished for the moment never to end. Feeling her bosom brush against my chest. My hands moving over her hips and buttocks. The soreness in my member completely ignored in favour of raging passion. Time became irrelevant as each second was an infinity of bliss and rapture. After some time she leaned backwards instead of forwards, making me have to take a more active part with my counter-thrust as well as exposing that wondrous knob of hers to both my eyes and my quickly moistened fingers.

She moaned as I touched it, one of the most gratifying moans I have ever had the pleasure of receiving from her. After a while she leaned forward again, called me a naughty boy as she captured my head in her hands and then kissed me. This time she pulled me back up with her and we sat there for a while, holding each other upright and kissing deeply. Before she pushed me back down and told me to re-apply my fingers. Having her lean back like that made my member feel like it was about to break off but the intense pleasure from her riding me made me ignore such ideas. Biting the inside of my lip as I again started caressing her clit it felt like I would soon loose my mind completely to this woman of desire. With each tendon in my body getting tense I fought on to keep the pleasure coming. Her moans of pleasure were becoming more guttural and her lower mouth seemed to start sucking on my member.

Leaning forward again she forbade me to move my hand all the while telling me she wanted me to come inside of her. It felt impossible to do it but also impossible not to. My body demanded it even as the road there felt increasingly difficult. Feeling like a steam engine with too much pressure, in short like I was about to blow or rip myself apart with all the excess energy stored within. Her eyes became more and more glowing as we feverishly hunted for pleasure and it's ultimate release. Making the bed shake as if in an earthquake of some high magnitude. As more and more pressure built up I could feel my inner dam about to give way, knowing that it's ultimate collapse was just a little bit further ahead. Pushing onwards with my eager female rider I soon exploded again, this time detonating my charge in her cave of delights. As my head went backwards and speech eluded my by pleasure destroyed mind my shaking fingers brought my lover up and over. Her loudest and most guttural moan came as I pumped out my first stroke and we rode the waves of pleasure together for a while. Our bodies torn apart and re-assembled by each passing wave. As I panted and gulped for air she moved like sea-weed in the waves on top of me before finally landing like a ship-wrecked mariner on the shore of my chest. We didn't have to speak to recognise that what we had shared had been overwhelming for both of us. For some time afterwards we just lied there, small flickers of pleasure coming now and then. Only after we had stopped panting did we kiss and it was after a long kiss she finally spoke again:

"Not bad, but you've got a lot to learn." She said, smiling at me. "I think I'm going to enjoy teaching you..." She continued, silencing all my objections to her understatement of what had just happened with a long and deep kiss. I was pretty sure I would enjoy having her future lessons as well...



Yoga Birthday



I've been practicing Bikram yoga for a few years now. Besides the physical benefits I've achieved, it also gives me the opportunity to gaze at beautiful men and women and better still, while they are scantily clad. Bikram yoga is performed in a 105 degree room and high humidity to help the body warm up so you can really build your strength and flexibility. I can tell you it does wonders for me. It also means that folks don't wear much in the room and I get to see lots of delicious skin while I'm practicing.

My husband, Tom, knew I was bisexual when we started dating (well, after we started anyway) and that I was in a serious long-distance relationship at the time. It certainly added some twists to our relationship but we've been able to make it all work with open communication and trust. Tom knows how much I enjoy looking at and watching other people and that the yoga studio is one of my favorite places.

Kris is a good friend I met through yoga and she just completed the 9 week Teachers training course. She went down to LA at the beginning of summer to get setup in her apartment and do a little site-seeing before the non-stop torture (her words, not mine) began.

A couple days after she returned, we met for a coffee and she told me all about her experience. She kept a blog all through training, but she wasn't able to relate all of what she experienced there, mainly because her parents were reading it too. I was eager to hear more and listened intently.

"As you know, it was exhausting," she began. "I mean, yoga class three times a day, for nine weeks! Add to that all the lectures between the classes."

"Yeah, I have a hard enough time doing a double every once in a while. I can't even begin to imagine."

"That wasn't the hardest part though," she said.

"What could possibly be harder than that?"

"Well, doing all that yoga was bringing up a lot of emotions for me. I'd be lying in savasana and I would start crying or I'd have to try holding back the giggles. My emotions were all over the place. And as I said, I was physically exhausted. But the weirdest thing started happening." She started whispering, "I was getting very aroused each class I was in. By the time I finished training, I think I was aroused almost the entire class. And I'm sure others could notice, my nipples were always hard and were easily visible pointing out through my top. Luckily nobody mentioned it, I would have died from embarrassment."

"Yeah, I can't imagine nobody noticed. I'm sure I would have...." My voice trailed off at the end, I hadn't intended on letting her know that I was looking at her during yoga class. Her eyes widened slightly at my words, but she didn't give any other indication that she understood the meaning of them.

Kris continued speaking in a low voice, "Even though I was exhausted, I still had a hard time sleeping. My mind was filled with erotic thoughts and images and it took a long time to get to sleep."

"Why didn't you take matters into your own hands?" I asked with a smile. I was hoping I could get her to reveal a little of what she did to masturbate. That could be useful fantasy material later.

"You remember I had two roommates in my apartment?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"Well, as you can imagine, it was difficult to find any privacy to do what I wanted."

I was disappointed hearing this, thinking that was the end of her story.

"The only time I was really alone, if you want to call it that, was when they were both asleep," she continued, still speaking quietly. "All I was able to do was play a little under the covers. I was too afraid of going all the way, fearing I'd make too much noise and they'd wake up."

"So what did you do?" I asked.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this. I did the same thing every night until I left. I'd wait until they were asleep, which didn't take long, then I would slide my hands over my body, one hand staying up to caress my breasts, the other going down to, well, you know..." she finished.

I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Tell me."

She looked away for a moment then looked back. "Alright," she sighed. "I'd slide my fingers along the lips of my... my vagina, up and down, sometimes sliding a finger in to get it moist and then up to circle my clit." She stopped for a few moments, then, "I could only take so much before I had to stop, afraid I was making too much noise."

"What were you thinking about while you were doing this?"

She was looking into my eyes again, feeling more comfortable relating her story to me. "I was mostly thinking about Cooper and how much I missed him. And how long it had been since we'd seen each other and been together. I would imagine being with him again."

Yeah, I could imagine too. Cooper was her boyfriend and I must admit I was a little envious. He was gorgeous. He was about 6 feet tall and proportionately built, with well toned muscles and from what I could tell, the muscle she was dreaming about was well proportioned too. He also practiced yoga and I'd been lucky enough to have him in some of my classes. He certainly was nice on the eyes.

"Mostly? What else were you thinking about Kris?"

She looked away again, looking a bit shy. "I would think about the other students in my classes. There were many beautiful people to watch. There were a few that caught my eye and I'd imagine being with them too." She stopped then and stared off behind me out the window.

"That sounds exciting, Kris. I don't know if I could have shown the restraint you did under those circumstances."

Her eyes focused back on me and she looked into my eyes for a few moments. "Jennifer, you know my birthday is coming up in a couple days, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm giving myself a present. I've talked to Markus and he's agreed to allow me to use the studio this Thursday to practice by myself." She started talking quietly again, "I'm going to go through the routine naked! Will you practice with me? You know, as part of my present?"

"Sure, I'd love to," I replied, trying not to look too eager. I had long admired Kris's body and often thought of being with her. Now at last, I'd get to look for much longer than just the times we'd taken the same class and were in the changing room with a bunch of other women.

"Great, we can meet at the studio at 12:30. Thanks Jennifer."

"My pleasure, Kris."

We continued talking while sipping our coffee, eventually parting with a hug and went our separate ways. As I was leaving, all I could think about was her birthday present. Two days! I had to wait two days.

---

When Thursday came round, I had a hard time concentrating at work. I finally left to get to the studio and the entire time I was driving, I was thinking about what was about to happen. I'd thought about doing yoga nude before but never thought I'd get the chance. Now I was getting that chance with the added benefit of getting a long look at a very naked, very beautiful woman. By the time I arrived, my pussy was already moist and my nipples were hard. Luckily, Kris hadn't arrived yet and I was able to concentrate on other things and managed to hide my arousal by the time Kris arrived.

It was a warm day and I was wearing a skirt and blouse to stay cool. I'm 5'6" and roughly 140 lbs with shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, 34B breasts and nice curves. I think my butt is my best feature and my legs are nicely shaped from yoga and playing Ultimate. I haven't worn underwear for years and the only other clothing I had on was a bra and my sandals. Kris is a little shorter than me, about 5'4" but her breasts are a little larger, probably a C cup. She has shorter, dirty blonde hair and beautiful light hazel colored eyes. She was wearing a pair of shorts, sandals and a tank top that only covered her chest, leaving her belly bare. I *love* bellies.

"Hi Jennifer! I hope you haven't been waiting long."

"No, not long. I needed the time to pull myself together a little, anyway."

"Great, let's go in. I can't wait to get started."

Neither can I, I thought, following her through the door.

She turned on the lights and then adjusted a thermostat she said controlled the heat in the studio. "It'll take about half an hour for the room to heat up," she said. "How are you doing?"

We sat down and talked for a while about life over the last couple days. It didn't make sense for us to get ready just yet, since we were going to be nude there was nothing to put on and we'd be sitting around for 30 minutes in our birthday suits.

Finally it was time to get ready. We made our way back to the women's changing room and started to get undressed. I don't think I was moving any slower than I usually do, but it seemed to take forever to get undressed. I kept glancing over at Kris, watching as she disrobed. I thought I noticed her glancing in my direction too.

Finally, we were both naked. I had seen Kris naked before, before and after classes we had both taken, but as I stood I got to gaze fully at her body, taking in the details without the annoyance of new clothes covering her back up. She did the same to me. Her aureolas were dark and her nipples extended slightly above her breasts. Her belly looked even better than before and her smooth skin extended to her bush, just above her vagina. She kept her bush trimmed much like mine. The hair was short, in a basic triangle and her lips were bare.

She giggled and grabbed my hand. "Let's go!" she said and pulled me behind her toward the studio door. Once inside, I took a moment to get acclimated to the heat and humidity. We both went to put our mats and towels down and then stood facing the mirror. I could see my nipples extended out a bit from my lighter aureolas and knew I'd have a hard time keeping my mind off Kris's body enough to keep from becoming fully erect.

As I looked over toward Kris, I saw her look quickly back to her reflection in the mirror. Was she checking me out some more? I certainly hoped so.

"Are you ready to start?" Kris asked, looking at me again, smiling.

"Yeah, let's do it," I replied, smiling back. "Thanks for inviting me to share this with you. I think it's going to be lots of fun."

"Me too."

She began the dialogue, talking us through the first breathing exercise and postures. I loved watching her breasts rise up as her elbows rose, her belly sucked in. I found myself comparing our bodies and decided we looked very similar. After the breathing warmup and half moon posture, my skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. I looked over at Kris and saw she was also slick with sweat. The glare from the lights reflecting off her curves was starting to have an effect on me. I could feel my nipples getting slightly harder and could see them a little more prominently in the mirror.

We reached the first water break and both bent forward for our bottles. Standing back up again, I looked at Kris and could see that her nipples extended out a bit more also, almost as much as mine. She caught me looking at her and gave me a quick smile, starting back into the dialogue. Her eyes travelled down my body before she looked forward again.

In standing bow, Kris's body was magnificent. Her left arm stretched forward, right hand back grasping her right ankle as she kicked and bent forward. Her body arched back and her chest thrust forward. I was having a hard time concentrating on my postures as I looked more at Kris in the mirror. I noticed she was looking more often at me too. Her speaking was not as smooth as during a regular class but I chalked that up to the exertion of teaching and going through the postures at the same time.

When we began the first standing separate leg stretching pose, Kris stayed out saying, "I've noticed you have a hard time with this one. Do you mind if I help you a bit?"

My legs were already spread with my arms outstretched. I shook my head no as I extended my chin and bent forward at the waist. I hadn't thought about it before, but this posture would leave my pussy very exposed. As I locked my knees and pulled my chest down and forward with my arms, hands under my feet, Kris was talking me through the posture. Kris ran her finger from my lower back, down my spine, telling me to suck my in belly and extend my chest forward and down. Her touch sent a shiver though my body I'm sure she felt.

As I came out of the first set and stood in mountain pose, I looked at Kris. She was just sort of staring into the mirror in my direction, but I wasn't sure she was seeing me. She seemed to snap out of it and gave me an embarrassed looking smile. "You did that quite well, Jennifer. I'll help some more on the second set too."

Again, I spread my legs, extended my arms and bent forward. This time, Kris stood behind me and I know she could see my pussy. I could feel my lips part and was sure she was getting an eyeful.

"Lock your knees and relax the back of your thighs, keep the front strong."

As she said this, she slowly ran her fingers lightly up the back of my leg ending very close to my pussy. My nipples grew very hard and a small gasp escaped my lips. Her fingers stayed there while her other hand traced down my side toward my breast. I thought she would stop before going too far. I was wrong. She traced down the side of my breast and then ran her fingers over my nipple. I closed my eyes and groaned a little.

Kris had stopped talking and was lightly rubbing my nipple, sometimes twisting and lightly pulling with her fingers. Her other hand began moving towards my pussy and was soon sliding between my lips, slowly caressing my inner folds and my clit. While she rubbed my clit, she stuck her thumb inside my pussy and twisted my nipple at the same time. I groaned even louder this time.

"Relax, Jennifer. Don't get up yet."

I wasn't about to move if she kept doing what she was doing, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold this position. She removed her thumb from my pussy and her hand from my nipple and kneeled directly behind me. I soon felt her breath brush over my sweat covered thighs, cooling me slightly. Her breath moved closer and closer to my pussy and I held my own breath in anticipation. Then her lips were on my pussy and I felt her tongue on my clit as she pressed her upper lip into my opening, her nose pressing the edge of my anus. I let out a long sigh.

Her hands moved to my breasts and started pinching and rolling my nipples. At the same time, she started licking and sucking my clit, occasionally pushing her tongue inside me and licking up over my ass, circling and pressing against me.

I stopped looking straight down and glanced back between my legs up at Kris. She was squatting behind me and I could see her nipples jutting out from her breasts. I let go my grip and slowly reached back to touch the inside of her thighs, trying not to lose my balance. When she felt my touch, she opened her knees further and rocked forward to rest on her knees. I slid my hands up her thighs towards her pussy and slowly slid my fingers into her, sliding up to rub her clit. She let out a low moan and licked harder.

Her tongue was doing a wonderful job on my clit, alternating between long, wide, hard strokes with quick flicking back and forth, occasionally putting her lips full on and sucking my clit into her mouth. Her hands were now pulling and twisting my nipples hard, sending jolts through my body. I was close to coming and let myself moan without restraint. Kris could tell I was close and focused her attention on my clit using hard, wide strokes.

One of her hands reached up and she used her thumb to press against my back door. I was already slick there from her earlier licking and it didn't take much pressure to push past my muscles and bury her thumb in my ass. That was all it took for me as I cried out and came, squeezing her thumb, my abdomen convulsing. I had to move my hands to the floor beneath me to keep from falling over. Kris slowly moved her thumb in and out and continued to lick my clit, softer now since I kept jumping each time she licked too hard.

After a minute or two, Kris slowly pulled her thumb out of my ass and her mouth away from my pussy. I slowly bent my legs, moving out of the position and turning to face Kris. I looked into her eyes and leaned in to give her a kiss. She opened her mouth as our lips met and we kissed, our tongues chasing each other back and forth and I could taste myself on her lips.

I broke our kiss and gently pushed her back onto the floor, trailing my finger down her chest and belly as she laid back. I took a moment to gaze at her body as I lowered my eyes and head toward her pussy. I knelt down and kissed just above her clit, feeling her jump slightly at the touch. I used my fingers to slightly part her lips and ran my tongue from the opening of her pussy up to rest on her clit. She let out a long, low moan and put her hands on my head, her fingers in my hair.

I shifted to my belly, keeping my tongue on her clit as my hands moved up the outside of her body to reach for her breasts, taking her nipples between my fingers, rolling and tugging. She gripped my head harder as I pushed my chin towards the floor and reached for her ass with my tongue, rubbing her clit with the tip of my nose. I kept this up, licking her ass and massaging her clit, while her body writhed under my hands.

I could tell she was getting close and returned my tongue to her clit. Using hard, wide strokes like she used on me, I alternated licking and sucking on her clit. My fingers rolled and pulled at her nipples and she continued to moan, getting louder. Then her hands stopped moving on my head and her whole body tensed as she came. Her legs trembled and squeezed my head as I continued to lightly lick her moist pussy until she calmed down and started moving her hands again.

She reached down under my face and pulled me up on top of her, smiling at me the whole time. "God Jennifer, I've wanted to do that for such a long time now."

"Mmm Kris, that was incredible. That was quite a surprise. I never knew you were interested."

"Yeah, well I guess I have always been curious what it was like to be with another woman. Then one day I saw you looking at me and I really started thinking about it a lot more. When you agreed to practice nude with me, I thought maybe it would happen. I thought about asking you before but I was too scared. Then when I was helping you with the posture I thought it was now or never and took the chance. When you didn't jump up screaming at me when I touched your breast, I just let myself go, enjoying the moment."

"Wow Kris, you don't know what a relief it is for me too. And you don't need to worry about me... I've known I love women for years." Her eyes opened a bit wider at that admission.

"You mean...?"

"I've been attracted to you since we first met. It's ironic that you were the one to make the first move. I just hope you don't regret it."

"Oh no, I don't. I don't think I'll ever look at another woman the same, though." She giggled and gave me a smile.

"I'm glad. I'll never look at you the same, either."



Yoga Booty



"Does someone know where the teacher is?" Katie asked the room of people dressed in yoga attire, many of whom were already in various positions on their mats.

A few people shook their heads, some glanced at the clock on the wall. It had already been fifteen minutes into class and still the teacher wasn't there. One woman rolled up her mat and left, two more followed her.

"They're dropping like flies." Ben whispered over to Katie. Ben and Katie had met a few months back in this evening class. Katie made it a point never to skip this particular class as she enjoyed the sight of Ben's muscular stature and their usual flirty banter they exchanged.

"You're right," she glanced back over her shoulder, watching as more and more people rolled up their mats and left, eventually leaving just the two of them.

"What should we do?" Ben asked.

Katie shrugged. "Let's just do our own class. Make it up as we go."

"Ok, you start."

Katie began with arching her back into cat pose, then extending into cow, letting her stomach sink and her ass stick up. Ben followed along, watching her body out of the corner of his eye. Once they were in downward facing dog, Katie glanced over at Ben.

"You're chest should be coming closer to your thighs." she observed.

"Oh yeah smarty pants?" Ben stood up. "Show me how it's done."

"What do you think I'm doing?" she laughed.

"I don't think your chest is close enough to your thighs." was his retort. Ben stood behind Katie firmly placing his hands on her hips. He pulled her body to meet his hardened cock. "Here. Let me adjust you."

A barely audible moan escaped Katie as she arched her back, allowing her ass to press harder against him. Ben's hand slid to the delicate, eager space between her firm thighs, his fingers finding her clit whilst his palm kneaded the firmer flesh above it.

Katie's hips bucked against his hand until she felt the familiar rise of an orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she let out a cry of pleasure. Momentarily overwhelmed she lowered herself to her mat; Ben's body followed her. She turned over onto her back and opened her legs to create a space for him, her hands tugging at his shorts, fervent to stroke his dick.

His mouth hungrily consumed hers as he peeled off her tight pants. She kicked them off, sounds of pleasure evading her as he kneaded her breasts. She freed herself from the confines of her sports bra as Ben's fingers began to gently pull and pinch her sensitive nipples. Her hands guided his head down to her heaving breasts. Ben's tongue licked and sucked each nipple making them stand at attention. His fingers roamed between her legs again, eventually splitting her pussy open so as to insert his two fingers inside her slippery crevice. Again her hips rose to meet the palm of his hand before pushing his body further down the length of hers.

"Lick it." Katie instructed.

Ben grinned, letting his fingers linger in place as he pressed his tongue to her wet, pink flesh. She propped herself up on her forearms to get a better view of his face between her legs. His tongue lapped at her flesh, alternating long broad strokes with quick flicks of the tip on her clit. It wasn't long before she had to have him inside her.

"C'mere." she whispered.

He kissed the tender flesh of her inner thighs before moving up to her stomach, and her nipples. He stopped momentarily to playfully bite a nipple before burying his face in her neck, kissing her taut flesh.

Katie reached out for a yoga block and placed it under her hips to ensure he'd penetrate her as deep as possible. Her legs opened wider allowing her body to swallow his cock as he guided it inside her. His thrusting started slow and deep, allowing every inch to glide in and out of her giving way to more, hurried, more intense movement. Her hands gripped his ass as she pulled him close to her, wanting to feel the base of his dick against her clit.

He pulled her off of the block, their bodies landed entangled on the hardwood floor. She clambered on top of his glistening body, propping herself up on her palms. She ground her hips against him until another orgasm erupted from her, causing her cry out blissfully. 

Simultaneously Ben's dick spasmed with his own orgasm, pulsing against the walls of her pussy. Katie's body melted onto his, her lips lazily pressed against his mouth.

"We should host our own class more often." Ben grinned.



Yoga Ch. 02



Lorain let out a long breath in relief on hearing the front door slam shut. The noise of a bunch of lads enjoying themselves receded leaving the apartment quiet and empty. She was still trapped in the uncomfortable yoga position but at least the threat from a bunch of young men finding her helpless and naked had tumbled out of the apartment.

It was the first time she had managed this yoga position, a front bend, and had disastrously rolled back trapping her body in this indelicate position. Her legs became clamped behind her head with her arms twisted around them leaving her trapped displaying everything. When Peter's friends arrived unexpectedly he quickly hid her out of the way behind the sofa, trapping her limbs tighter still. Feeling them stiffen she knew it was now entirely up to Peter to free her.

The fear of what his friends would have done to her receded leaving just the thought of what might have been. Right in front of her face was her pussy. She couldn't look away from it the way she was bent over and it was proving to be a revelation. There was no way to deny it her lips were swelling with everything opening up. The thought of those young men taking advantage of her vulnerable position was exciting her physically. 

Not wanting to admit such crude thoughts were a turn on, she tried hard to think of something else. The sound of the front door opening then slamming brought steamy lewd thoughts to a sudden halt. She held her breath in trepidation wondering if the gang of young men had returned.

Peter walked slowly into the room but he was far from feeling calm. His heartbeat was fast and sweat beaded on his forehead revealing the tension he felt. An erection bulged in his trousers. With one heave the sofa was pulled away from the wall revealing the naked woman. "Your still here waiting for me, then!" He chuckled. 

She watched him pulling off the white tee shirt, almost ripping it in haste, showing off his broad shoulders. When he peeled off the tight jeans she admired his tight arse, not for the first time since moving in to his apartment.

Once more he bent over her body with a maddening smirk on his face. After the wonderful orgasm he had driven her to she felt he was owed something in return. Besides, what could she do to stop him? There was no need for foreplay she was more then ready.

Inches from her face she watched his penis slide across her pussy lips. Suddenly afraid she tried to regain some self-control. Her voice quavered with lust. "Please Peter. Get some protection. I'm not on the pill. Please!" She begged him.

She could see the tension rippling through the hard cock. He hesitated then moved away. She breathed a sigh of relief. 

He grabbed the bottle of oil used to massage her limbs earlier. He had pretended to use it in a halfhearted attempt to release her. "What are you doing?" She gasped on feeling a finger enter her tight arse. 

"I don't have any condoms. If you don't want me in here." He said, while fingering her wet pussy. "Then I'll take this." He added, with a finger probing her bottom. 

"Please. No! Don't do that." She whimpered. Thinking quickly she told him. "My mouth. Let me suck you. Please, let me suck you off." She begged. The sound of the words, the words themselves, struck her with a deep feeling of humiliation. The dread of what he was about to do to drove her on.

"I'll do it for you. It will be much better than that." She pleaded, attempting to entice him away from that degrading act. Seeing him hesitate she attempted to smile. "Please Peter. Fuck my face." She choked on the words even though they were motivated by desperation she was ashamed of them.

She watched his throbbing member skim across her wet lips. Closer, hesitantly it inched closer. She opened her mouth and sucked hard at its head. Working it with her tongue for all she was worth she made sure he wouldn't change his mind. 

Since staying at the apartment she had ridden the young man to keep him in check. Only that morning she had scolded him for not washing up after a late night supper. Now he was ridding her. She couldn't believe that she had actually pleaded with him to fuck her face. The greatest irony was that she was enjoying it.

There was no way to control what was happening to her while her arms were tucked behind her head. She had to swallow him whole breathing desperately between thrusts. When he came it seemed to take an age while she choked and swallowed his semen. 

He managed to hold himself up over her when all he wanted was to collapse upon her body. Before he rolled onto the floor beside her he dribbled the last of his come over her face. Breathing heavily he turned to her and found a breast tucked away under an arm and nuzzled it.

They lay there in supine calm glowing warmly in orgasmic pleasure. Hers was a warm tingling, a small comfortable coming. His was a great volcanic release of tension.

***

"It's no good I can't pull your arms or legs free without hurting you." 

"You must get me free. The longer I'm like this the stiffer my limbs will get."

"I know someone. A physiotherapist. She works at the gym."

As much as the thought of someone seeing her like this was infuriating she agreed he should call her. 

"She won't come over here, we'll have to go to her. It'll be OK. Honest! The gym is closed so no one will be there. I've washed the cum off your face and cleaned up your pussy. Yes, your bottom too." He tried to reassure her. He couldn't carry her while she was twisted up like a pretzel but he came up with a solution to that problem too.

"Try again. Get her to come over here." She told him. There was no choice but to let him manoeuvre her into the little cage. She couldn't stop him. She was still protesting as he slid her into the plastic cage. It was for transporting a small dog to the vet and was only just big enough to squeeze her slight frame in. She looked out through the wire mesh with a look of misery plainly splashed across her face as though she were being taken to a vet.

Carrying it was another matter but he solved the problem. Peter lifted the small box onto a skateboard and wheeled her out of the apartment into a lift. 'Pussy on wheels.' He thought. 'Pussy delivery!' He chortled to himself. 

One heave and she was on the passenger seat of the car. He lifted the cloth covering the mesh door to give her a reassuring grin. "We'll soon be there and have you out in no time. Don't worry. Sylvie will get those limbs working and limbered up." 

***

Peter lifted the cage off the passenger seat onto the path directly outside the gym. It was dark round at the back of the building and seemingly safe from prying eyes. 

She dare not say a word in case she was discovered. Of all the stupid humiliating situations anyone could be in, this beat them all. Lorain didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Which ever, it would have to be silent.

He parked the car keeping her in view the whole time. Walking back to the door he found it locked. "Damn!" Sylvie hadn't left the back door open as promised. He hesitated wondering if he should let Lorain know what was going on then decided not to risk the aggravation. Rather than wheel her round the front he would leave her there and open the back door to retrieve her.

***

It had been a profitable evening for Arthur. He had wined and dined a client until they had agreed to sign the contract. Back at the car park he needed to relieve himself of what felt like several gallons of diet cola. He had plied the client with rum cola only drinking plain cola himself. "Always cut an edge." He said to himself, laughing pleasantly.

Turning to walk back to the restaurant he decided instead to make a furtive stop in the shadow of a doorway. He was a big man with a slow and easy stride but this was closer and the restaurant was probably closed by now. Zipping himself up he wondered what the box was. His thoughts wondered back over the evenings deal, forgetting all about the mysterious box.

***

Lorain shivered in the cold night air. She cursed Peter thinking he had taken time out to pee up against the wall. 'Where is he now?' She wondered. Not daring to make a sound she only just refrained from shouting at him to get a move on.

***

Arthur switched on the headlights and noticed the box directly in the beam. Curiosity got the better of him and so he pulled the car up next to it. Sliding out he opened the rear door and slung the box onto seat. I was heavier than it looked. Though he was fifty-five the years of working out gave him the strength.

As quickly he slid back into the front seat and drove off looking in the rear mirror making sure no one had seen him. 'It's probably rubbish. Thrown out the back door.' He laughed to himself. He knew it wasn't collection night and in any case the box hadn't been left anywhere near the garbage.

On the drive home he mused what it might be. All the way he resisted the urge to stop and look into the box. It was his lucky night so was this too a lucky find? He would probably have to throw it out, what ever it was, but there was that slight chance it might be something of value and he was feeling lucky.

It was heavy and a struggle to lift it onto the kitchen table but he managed. There was a whimper and movement from the box. "Damn!" He sighed. "It's some kind of animal. Not a pup by its weight. Someone's dumped the poor thing. That's all I need in this apartment a pet to look after. I get rid of a wife only to be lumbered with a pet dog."

Lifting the cloth he peered in. "Oh! Shit!" Arthur fell back on the floor. "What the hell!" He shouted. From the floor he was eye level with the mesh closing the box. At first all he could see was an arse hole and clitoris. As his eyes focused he saw long hair falling over what looked like a face. Just a nose was peering through, and then he saw an eye blink through the hair.

"What. What are you?" He asked. His mind raced with thoughts of animal experimentation even aliens and mutants.

"Could you get me out of here, please." Lorain pleaded. "I've been stuck in here for hours.

"How the hell did you get into that small box?" He wondered out loud.

"It's a long story. I need a pee and don't want to do it on your table." She said. Lorain was mortified at the predicament but how much more degrading would it be to wet the kitchen table.

He struggled with the box into the bathroom to perch it on the bidet where it hung over the edge of the toilet. "OK. There you go."

She had expected to be eased out of the box not to be carried to the toilet. It was no good she couldn't wait so let go. It seemed to take an age but the relief was gratifying. 

In fascination he watched the stream of yellow flow from her open legs. Still wary of her he nevertheless reached in and wiped her dry. With a better look into the cage he could see she was a woman not something dreadful. She was bent over forwards with her chin over her belly button. Her face was inches from her pussy. To even get into that position, despite being in the cage, must mean she was double jointed.

He carried her into the bedroom and plonked her down onto the bed. Breathing heavily he sat on the edge of the large double bed wondering what to do with her. He tucked the hair away from her face. She was a pretty young thing. "Well. This is a new one on me. You're a pussy in a box. I guess that's a perfect gift for any man. All you need is to be fed and watered, a real low maintenance pussy."

Lorain was distraught. The thought of being kept in this cage for a stranger to use and abuse was dreadful. Could she talk him into just using her mouth as Peter had? The idea of pleading with a stranger to fuck her face was outrageous. How long would it take before he started on her pussy and her bottom? She moaned in despair. How could such a simple little mistake degenerate into such a despicable situation.

He laughed at her, the misery plain on her face. "So, tell me how did this happen. I take it your not into this sort of thing."

She made it short outlining the episode omitting the fact Peter had taken her or that he had even played with her.

"I think there's something you're not telling me." He wiped some dried cum from under her chin and wiped it under her nose. "Was this before or after he put you in the box?"

She sobbed a moment then told him the truth. For some reason she even told him how she had enjoyed his touch and the teasing. Perhaps it was in mitigation for giving in to him. "I didn't have much choice. You can see I'm helpless. Please. Will you get me out of hear. I can't stay like this forever. I need to eat. I need to get the use of my limbs back. Please. I beg you don't take advantage. If you get me out I'll do what ever you want. The whole weekend will be yours. You can do whatever you want with me just let me out. Please." She begged in earnest.



Yoga Ch. 03



Arthur was dumbfounded. If he hadn't just happened upon the box he would have suspected a trick of some kind. The woman was no student playing a stunt, as from what he could see of her she was about thirty maybe thirty-three, tops. At forty-five next birthday, to him she was a beautiful young woman. 

In this small box sitting upon his bed she was helpless unable to defend her self from whatever he wanted to do to her. His cock had stiffened to attention demanding attention, demanding some action. Dare he take advantage of her?

He hadn't had sex in over twelve-months, long since before his wife walked out on him. Now he came to think about it had been longer than that for they hadn't slept together for some time. Building a thriving business had seemed worth sacrificing a home life only now that had all gone, everything gone in a miserable divorce.

His conscience struggled with a basic need. He needed to close that cage door to shut away temptation but didn't think she would appreciate being shut in again. If she could manage a front bend that severe he wondered what she would be like in bed.

She had actually told him she would do anything for him if he got her out. Anything, for a whole weekend! This attractive woman had begged him and offered herself to him. He shook his head trying to clear it of lascivious thoughts. 

"This is just too much! I'm going to take a cold shower and then get you out of there." He said with determination. The words were for him in an attempt to regain some self-control. He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel then quickly stepped back in. 'Damn! I'm too used to living alone and just slopping around.' He thought.

He didn't want to go back into the bedroom in just a towel or his business suit and his clean clothes were in there. He rummaged around in the laundry basket to grab a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt that didn't smell too much. She wasn't exactly in a position to complain though. As an after thought he sprayed some deodorant over the trousers and top.

The master negotiator had returned as he tried to treat this like a business deal, in an attempt to remain detached. He didn't want his conscience or his needs to overwhelm him. If he messed up it would be rape or a lost opportunity, either way leaving him feeling bad.

"OK! I must admit I was tempted to just take advantage. Does your offer still stand? Excuse the pun." He smiled, gently. 

"Perhaps I was a little scared and shouldn't have said that. You were looking at me like a wolf about to ravish a lamb." Lorain said quietly and deliberately trying to placate rather than accuse.

He sat on the floor looking directly into the box that caged her. Her eyes were blue glinting crystals where a tear remained. If he looked into them he might become overwhelmed with sympathy over her tricky situation. He shifted his gaze an inch lower to her crotch. It was her eyes that had cried yet here too there was a glistening wetness.

"It would be better if you covered me up." She suggested.

He reached forward and placed a large hand on her crotch covering her pussy and asshole. He watched her mouth open in protest yet a mere croaking sound was omitted. 

'Shit! I'm in a stranger's bedroom naked and helpless and he has a hand on my pussy.' She thought. If that wasn't bad enough her body was letting her down by becoming excited. She couldn't help thinking this was something kinky she was discovering about herself.

"I didn't mean like that. You can look but don't touch, please!" She said, in desperation.

"It seems to me you like the touch and maybe me looking too. I must say you shave rather close, nice and smooth." He said, while sliding his hand away from her open crotch. A finger slid between the wet folds of her sex and he was sure a whimpering sound escaped her mouth.

She closed her eyes in shame. Blinking her eyes free of tears she tried to talk, to say anything hoping to distract him and win him over. "I guess this situation is tempting but I'm not the sort of woman to, well, you know."

"Not on a first date!" He laughed. "Have you ever been in this situation before?"

"No! Never! That was the first time I managed a front bend and well, you know the rest. I guess you have the advantage and can dictate the terms. I just ask that you get me free. My limbs are already numb and it's going to take awhile to get them working again. You're a decent man so please do the right thing. Please." She pleaded with all the sincerity she could muster

"Does the offer still stand?" He asked, still staring between her spread legs.

"Yes." Lorain whispered.

"So tell me in your own words, just for the record." He smiled.

She gritted her teeth and spoke in an irate tone. "Get me free of this damned box and I'll do whatever you want for the whole weekend." 

"Tempting offer but I could just do that anyway. Your tone doesn't exactly inspire confidence either. I didn't invite you here and never asked to get involved in this bizarre situation." He said.

"I'm sorry. You can understand I want out, surely. Just saying such a depraved thing makes me feel ill. You're a complete stranger and I'm offering my body to you, it's just so awful." She said quietly.

He put a finger to her wet lips and told her. "This doesn't agree. It seems eager to play."

"What do you want me to do? Beg you to fuck me? Shit you can't have it all ways." She shoved words at him, hearing them loud in the small confines of the box.

He slid a wet finger over her gaping pussy down to her ass and pressed the little puckered brown hole. "I disagree it looks as though I could do just that, have it all ways." He mused.

"OK! Alright, I beg you to get me out of here and will do what ever you want. Please, Sir." She moaned.

"I like that. A submissive woman is so much more attractive. A most desirable quality and under the circumstances you should do your best to keep me happy, don't you agree?" He smiled.

'Whatever it takes I'll agree to just to get free.' She thought. "Yes sir, I agree. I shall be your submissive woman for the weekend." She noticed the look of pleasure on his face and made a note to work on it, to turn this weakness to her advantage.

"Please get me out sir. I can give you so much more pleasure with my whole body at your disposal." She said with a new winsome quality to her voice. She felt foolish using such an obviously girly tone but he seemed to have bought it.

Loraine hadn't thought it through. Being set free of the tiny cage was all she had concentrated on. She would still be naked, though stealing some of his clothes would allow her to escape this nightmare. The problem of fleeing into the night without money and with no idea where she was hadn't occurred to her yet.

***

"It's no good, there's no way to get you out like that." He said. He had poured cooking oil into the box and tried to slide her out but the woman was wedged in.

"He put me in so you must be able to get me out. You're not trying hard enough." She complained. The tone of voice wasn't going to get her anywhere so she moderated the demand. "Please, sir." She added.

"Your limbs have stiffened and you seem to have swollen up in there. He looked at her pussy and asshole on display and mused out loud. "Perhaps you are heated up if you know what I mean." 

She did know what he was getting at, she could feel it. Being lifted and turned this way and that then shaken hadn't worked so he tried to pull her out. His hands had been all over her trying to get a grip. The oil had become a disadvantage then.

"What do you suggest we do about that?" She asked sounding trite. Realising what she was asking of him left her blushing. Admitting she was aroused meant little while he could see for himself her gaping vagina. It was the idea of asking a stranger to complete the arousal that was so shameful.

"Well I think I can oblige." He smiled. He leaned in close.

Lorain was about to complain only the words didn't emerge. She watched his tongue glide from his mouth and lick her lips. The tip touched and sent a shiver through her whole body. She counted his teeth, the fillings and estimated how many caps he had as a distraction. It wasn't helping much. Despite the effort she was beginning to pant and let go little breathy gasps.

Eventually he stopped. "My jaw is locked." He mumbled. On his knees before the box he worked his jaw in a different motion until the muscles relaxed. 

She watched his fingers almost under her nose slide into her now soaking pussy. He found her bud easy enough and worked it trying different angles and strokes until discovering her particular rhythm. She looked on like a voyeur, detached but enjoying it.  

'It's nice, very nice, and I don't have to do a thing but enjoy it.' She thought. She watched a finger enter her pussy and sighed. He seemed to be delving in searching for something with a wriggling finger. "Wow! Stop! Please. Oh! Yesssss." She hissed. Her feet waggled banging the sides of the box in time to his finger.

Arthur smiled indulgently. He altered the motion of both fingers bringing her down to a slow drawn out rhythm then upped the tempo. He was having fun playing her like a drum kit, her feet waggling and banging in time with his fingers. Her face was screwed up into a picture of grotesque pleasure.

As soon as she was close to a climax he changed the tempo bringing her down a fraction. Her voice was a low keening sound echoing in the close confines of the hutch. When her eyes opened wide with a wild look, to find out what was going on, he upped the beat and her voice wailed out in a higher pitch.

For a long moment he kept her on the very edge. When she repeated the word 'yes' with the intensity of a fierce insult through gritted teeth he kept going. Her whole body bucked like a rabbit rattling her little cage but he held on to the last.

He blew upon her hot hole with a finger still up her ass. She was a long time coming round but eventually the eyes opened, this time with a glint of awareness. Still panting she tried to speak but the words were meaningless syllables. He didn't bother trying to patch them together instead he patiently waited with a smile upon his face.

If he had his wife in this position they would still be together, he mused. Too little time, not enough effort and they just drifted apart. It was too late now you just can't turn the clock back.

"How did you. What did you do to me?" She croaked. 

"You need a drink but not now, when I get you out." He smiled feeling pleased with himself.

"You had better take you finger out." She whispered, with a look of shame upon her face.

"You had better relax or it will hurt." He told her.

"Yes sir." She smiled in return.

Gently he pulled a finger out of her ass and she let out a whispering sigh as though deflating like an old balloon at the end of a long party. Easing her ass then head then thighs he managed to pull her free inch by inch.

On the bed he attempted to un-wrap her limbs but found there was little chance of that without breaking something. The muscles were rigid from being stuck in one place and so he massaged the aches and pains until it just left him with one big ache. 

His cock felt as though it would forever be rigid like her arms and legs. He lay back on the bed gazing at her only now seeing how thin and fit she was. She was covered in sweat but decided to allow them both to regain some composure before washing her down.

She shivered a little but the room wasn't cold, she was still on her way down from the orgasm.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled a sweet contentment at him that turned into a broad grin. He couldn't stand much more of this torture to his loins. Her mouth was open just above a soaking wet pussy and still open asshole. Her long hair was sticky with sweat but nevertheless looked alluring in its dishevelled state with that just been rolling in the hay look.

"After that you can do what ever you like with me, the whole weekend, I promise." She said and giggled.

He rolled into position pulling his cock out over the band of the pants. Unable to resist any longer he shoved his cock into her pussy and felt it squeeze tight around him. At first the strokes were long and slow but he had been waiting too long for this and became desperate and slammed into her rocking the ball of fuck flesh into the bed. 

As he spurted a gallon into her the thrusts became short and more pressing. As deep as he could he penetrated as though trying to burrow a way into her body. He relaxed the grasp he had made in that moment of madness hoping he hadn't crushed the life out of her.

Lorain was blinking back tears and he relaxed on seeing they were of utter joy. He lay back depleted spread over the bed occasionally resting a hand or finger on her naked body. She sighed and trembled under his touch.

He was dry and knew she too was dehydrated so rolled off the bed onto the floor. Getting up from hands and knees he made it to the kitchen and back without collapsing with fatigue. Dribbling cold water from a glass between her lips he watched every sip. Everything she did looked wonderful.

He made a sling from a large bath towel for she was too slippery to carry. Lowering her into the bath she seemed tiny screwed up in a ball at one end. He lovingly soaped her massaging her legs and arms. His cum seeped from her and he paid particular attention to everything between her legs as though it were something reverential. At last he got to touch her breasts and soaped them carefully where they were tucked under folded arms.

Placed in the centre of the bed he fed her chocolates and anything delicious he could find. They were both hungry and but he didn't want to leave her for am moment, not to cook or fetch a take-away. He balanced a strawberry on her pussy lips for them both to laugh. She stuck her tongue out pretending to reach for it, feigning frustration that it was just out of reach. 

"What did you do to me? I felt as though my whole nervous system was on fire. Then, I don't know, I was somewhere else as though one with the universe." Lorain looked at him, curious and shy.

"It was your 'G' spot. I stroked it until I found what worked for you." He said 

"I didn't know it existed." She laughed. "If I had known I would have agreed straight away to be your sex slave." She said exuberantly then closed her eyes in embarrassment.

He pressed a chocolate to her lips. "I won't press you if you don't want to." He said and thought he could have said it better.

"You can press me all you like, all the right buttons at once." She laughed. "Thank you sir, you can do that any time you like." The idea that she was lewdly offering herself to a complete stranger, offering him her whole body, everything, struck her as funny. Everything around her seemed to make her feel happy and glad to be alive.



Yoga Class



This is the second story I've written about auto-fellatio--sucking one's own cock--not to be confused with the practice of mouthing the tailpipes of motor vehicles. Read "Auto-Fellatio" if you like the topic or want some more background for this story.

As soon as I found out there was such a thing as dick-sucking, I knew it would definitely feel great. At the time, girls were not exactly knocking my door down to give me head, so I decided to see if I could do it myself. 

I am naturally very flexible, and had no trouble getting the head in my mouth, and with a little practice, could get it about halfway in. It felt even better than I imagined. Around that time, I was taking voice lessons at school and learning diaphragm breathing. I discovered controlling my breathing was a key part of relaxing, so that you are not straining.

Later, I told my couple-of-years-older girl cousin, and she was fascinated with what I could do. She was a ballet dancer, and taught me some stretching exercises that increased my flexibility. Soon, the controlled breathing and flexibility exercises, coupled with strong motivation and natural limberness, combined so that I could suck my own dick down to the base with minimal strain and halfway down in complete comfort.

For me, fellatio is like yard work. I greatly enjoy the result, so will do it myself, but I'd much rather kick back in a lounge chair with a cold one and let someone else do it! Accordingly, after I showed girlfriends how to suck, I did very little auto-fellatio. Even so, I ran high hurdles and learned more stretching techniques that kept my inherently flexible self quite limber.

When I was a freshman in college, I took a yoga course for PE credit. The instructor was amazed how flexible I was, especially given that I had never taken yoga before. I, of course, did not tell him about my experience with auto-fellatio!

There was one super-fine girl in there who was a little sister at the fraternity where I was a pledge, so I always sat by her on the floor of the squash ball court where the yoga class met. Just oozing sexuality, Phoebe was a petite, freckled blonde hippie chick with a terrific compact body who'd wear tight, thin, worn out tee-shirts and way-too-big guy's gym shorts to class. She was just my type, and I really liked her a lot, but she was dating one of my frat brothers, and so was unavailable--or so I thought. 

It was an 8:00 AM class, and it looked like she simply wore to yoga what she slept in. You know, roll out of bed, slip into sandals, and walk across the street to yoga just in the nick of time. Though she always looked disheveled, she nevertheless looked great--a natural beauty. At any rate, I could readily see her nippley B/C-cup boobs (I don't know exactly what size they were because she never, ever wore a bra, but they were absolutely perfect) through the threadbare tees. Even better, when she was sitting in the right position, I could easily look up the wide leg of those oversize shorts through her thin blonde muff at her poochy, panty-less pussy!

One day, Phoebe was my partner in a new, tandem position we were learning. She was sitting facing me in a lotus position, and I was sitting with my legs extended straight out in front of me, heels resting in the divots of her upper thighs, which placed my toes right in front of her boobs. Alternately, we were to both lean forward and down, then rear back with arched backbones to mimic some animal, I don't remember what kind now.

Well, when she was in the far forward position and I back, my bare toes squished into her excellent ta-tas while the soft hair on her head sensuously tickled my upper thighs and crotch. And when she arched back with me forward, I could see, between my ankles, nearly her entire pussy while. What do you think happened? Correct: Erection!

Since I had taken off my shirt and had on only a thin pair of nylon running shorts, there was no hiding my stiffie, especially the next time I arched back and she bent forward. We were instructed to hold the position for a minute or two, which put my boner right in her face. She noticed; she smiled. 

Then, as instructed, I leaned forward and down again. This time, she jutted her chest out and gently swayed her upper body against the soles of my feet, and I could feel her nipples perk up as they rubbed across the pads of my toes. Though it had been a long time, something suddenly possessed me to suck my own dick. So, I tilted my head down over my hard cock, looked around to make sure no one else was looking, and placed my mouth on it, over my running shorts, of course. When I looked back up at her, Phoebe was smiling bigger than ever, and when I cast my gaze down at her pussy, I could see that it was getting moist. She was obviously enjoying this, which was exactly why I'd done it!

We did several more iterations of this position, and each time, a little further in, I'd place my mouth over my cock. When it was her turn to lean forward, I could feel her warm breath exhaling onto my moist manhood. And, each time I'd rare back and look at her pussy, it was wetter. That was the final position for that day, and as soon as the instructor dismissed class, I grabbed my shirt and bunched it up to hide my erection, made even more obvious by the saliva that darkened those bird-egg-blue shorts. I wanted to follow her out, but was too embarrassed to stand up until everyone had left the brightly-lit squash ball court.

With the coast clear, I walked on up the stairs and out the door, hoping to catch up with her. Just outside, as luck would have it, there Phoebe was, lighting up a cigarette, and offered me one. Though I really didn't smoke, I took one anyway, noting that her nipples were especially rigid in the cool morning air. Lighting my smoke, she let her hand linger on mine and said she was amazed at my flexibility. I asked if she was referring to the "auto-fellatio," a term she thought was very funny, and she unabashedly said yes, that it really turned her on big time. I told her that I'd really enjoyed her breasts caressing my feet, could not help noticing her moist vagina, and that she, likewise, turned me on. When she said she did not have another class until 10:30 AM and so had some time to kill (It was just after 9:00, and I, too, didn't have another class until 10:30), I took that as a full-steam-ahead, so I asked her to get high with me in my dorm, which was just across the soccer field.

Six bongs later, I was blowing a mouth-to-mouth shotgun into Phoebe's lungs, and in moments, without speaking a word, we shucked our clothes and began French-kissing, our hands roaming all over each others' naked bodies. Without even a smidgen of make-up and a bad case of bed-head hair, she was nevertheless one awesome-looking, sexy babe. I put on some Allman Brothers and then proceeded to kiss and lick and nibble every square millimeter of her lovely physique, so light in complexion, sprinkled with freckles.

She was stroking my cock ever so fine with her diminutive hands, bent forward to kiss and lick it all over, and was about to swallow him whole when Phoebe stopped, looked up, and said, "I just gotta see you suck yourself again. Nothing has ever turned me on so much!" 

Like I was going to say no! Not counting my little show in yoga class, it had been a really long time since I'd done it (recall above reference to yard work), but I scooted to the very edge of the bed, pulled my legs up beside my hips like a bullfrog, bent forward, and gave myself a blow job. 

Frankly, I was surprised that I could go all the way to the base of my 7-incher with only the slightest discomfort after such a long hiatus, but I guess the yoga class had loosened me up, not to mention the motivating effect of this hottie's request. She was already sitting Indian style on the floor in front of me, and from there, transfixed on the freak show I was providing, she played with her tits and pussy, which was oozing so much nectar that there was a wet spot below it on the throw rug. Staring with wide blue eyes at my genitalic genuflecting, she brought herself to a stirring orgasm.

Shortly, Phoebe joined in by licking and nibbling my balls while I continued to suck myself, and she eventually pursed her sucking lips and darting tongue to run them up and down the underside of my shaft in tandem with me. I'd let my cock pop out of my mouth, and it would rub on her wet chin while we French-kissed for a bit before tonguing the tip together and lick-sucking our way back down to the base. Finally, she took over full blow-job duty with audible slurping zeal while I relaxed to thoroughly enjoy the sight, sound, and sensation. It was obvious she loved to suck dick, and just as obvious, I loved the way she did it.

As she patiently sucked, licked, kissed, and nibbled my cock and balls, my gaze alternated between her lovely face and terrific tangerines. So firm they barely jiggled, centered in their smooth, quarter-sized areolas were stiff pink nipples no wider than the eraser on a standard no. 2 pencil, but projecting out 3/8 of an inch. That Phoebe went bra-less was no big deal—lots of girls did in the 70s—but the exceptional thing was that those nips were always, always rigid. It occurred to me at that moment that it was her nipples that gave me a sexual rush the first time I met her at a party at the frat house. She was wearing some faded, worn-thin bellbottoms and a hand-embroidered, semi-transparent gauze blouse. Despite its loose fit, those nail-hard nipples poked in plain view against the cotton.

Though I'd kissed and nibbled them a bit earlier, I realized I had not spent nearly enough time at her boob station, so I leaned forward to play with them some more. Damn they were firm! I'm sure that some guys might have even thought they were enhanced—these were the silicone implant days—but they were 100% real. Twisting her nipples made them even harder, gathering up more of the surrounding areola and pointing up half and inch. She licked my fingertips for lubrication, and I went back to "work" twiddling and squeezing as she blew me ever more vigorously. 

I was getting close to cumming, but there was so much more to do, so I forced myself to break off the head job and exchanged places with her to eat pussy. This was the first really good look I got at it, and all I can say is, "Oh my God!" because of its unusualness. Though her twat was not shaved (that was unheard of in those days), it was very easy to see and access since she had very little pubic hair. In fact, Phoebe had so little body hair that she did not have to shave anywhere at all, which rendered her legs incredibly soft, the tiny soft blonde hairs making them feel like velvet. The little wisps of blonde hair under her arms did not bother me one bit; she was, after all, a thoroughly natural, hippy-chick beauty . 

Anyway, Phoebe's pussy: She had very large labia majora that pooched out and rolled back in to reveal a narrow strip of pink flesh—what I'd seen back in yoga class. When I pulled them apart, out folded a theretofore hidden pair of medium-large labia minora ¾ of an inch wide and an inch long! I've never seen such prominent inner lips on a gal with outer lips like that; most women built that way have very slender inner pussy lips. Above, her meaty clit hood half-covered a nubbin' that turned out to be blueberry-size when I fully peeled back the hood. She was so fucking wet! Pulling her lips through mine, licking and sucking her clit, it was all so delicious. And she loved me going down on her at least as much as I did, vocalizing in response to every little lick, suck, and kiss I performed, cumming hard and loud several times over.

Then I fucked her every which way, which we both enjoyed immensely. She had a really tight pussy, and her inner lips would fold inside her vagina on penetration then reappear hugging my shaft, pulling some of her pussy wrong-side-out as I withdrew. To tell you the truth, her pussy was too tight, so I had to concentrate mightily to keep from cumming prematurely despite her sopping wetness. It really was not a problem, though, as we both actually preferred oral sex, so we'd only screw in any given position for a few minutes before getting back to good ol' oral, often with me sucking myself first before she got so turned on she could not hold back any longer and dived in. She liked to give oral every bit as much as receive, so we usually wound up in the trusty girl-on-top 69 position. Sometimes while she sucked me ever-so-fine in this position, I'd disengage my mouth from her vagina, hold my finger still against her clit, and just relax to watch her work herself against it and her absolutely perfect ass gyrate, flesh jiggling up and down, round and round. 

But I could never wait long before having to lock lips back on her pretty, rock-hard clitoris and luscious large labia while massaging those velvety soft tits and their long, rigid nipples. To this day, though I prefer lots of variety, I'd have to say that the girl-on-top 69 is still my single favorite sexual position, if I had to settle on just one.

She could easily give a true deep throat and swallow every drop of semen, but she loved cum so much that, occasionally, before swallowing it, she'd swish it around in her mouth and savor it first. She'd crack me up with her comments, which sounded like something out of Wine Connoisseur magazine, "Big and quite ballsy; with a distinct floral bouquet; dominant woodiness on the initial palate; strong, slippery mouthfeel; and a fruity, dingleberry finish. Should age well. The perfect compliment to tube steak." Funny. 

Our post-yoga class surreptitious soirees thenceforth became a fixed part of the Spring Quarter schedule. Yoga met on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, and we'd hook up like clockwork after class every Tuesday and Friday, literally running to my dorm room to make the most of every minute together. Some days, we'd even blow off the 10:30 class and have sex for three-plus hours until lunch. My nerdy roommate had back-to back classes during the morning hours, so no one was in my room during that time frame. That, plus the fact that my room was on the end of the hall by the fire escape, which we used to access my room, made it a cinch to rendezvous on the sly.

Having to sneak around was no doubt fun, but I did feel guilty about fooling around on her boyfriend—a great guy who readily shared his wicked weed—who was my fraternity brother, no less. He was a very hairy fellow with a full, grizzly beard, and I always wondered if that had something to do with her attraction for me, as I had a smooth, clean-shaven face and hardly any body hair. She and I never let on to anyone that we had something going, and no one had a clue that we were regularly fooling around. 

There were plenty of times that all three of us would be at a Friday night frat party after she and I had massive sex together that very morning. Moreover, I really liked her tremendously--over and above the great sex--and she said she felt likewise. But she and he, both juniors, had dated since the beginning of college and were a standing item, and I, of course, was a lowly freshman. Who knows--maybe he could suck himself, too! At any rate, I only fucked a few girls other than Phoebe that entire Spring Quarter. 

One of them was another girl in our yoga class who actually asked me out the very next class after Phoebe and I first hooked up. Babette was a pretty good-looking freshman sorority girl whose best features were long, gorgeous, thick brown hair and huge tits, so of course I said "yes." All of our dates were boring sorority functions, and though she was relatively conservative, she liked sex but had the attitude that it was part and parcel of a date, kind of an obligation, to ensure the guy would go out with her again. 

So we fucked in her dorm room on our very first date. To say she was not spectacular in bed would be an understatement. She gave head, but poorly, as you could just tell she didn't really like to. As for receiving oral, she did so reluctantly, pulling me up to fuck her after only a few minutes. Babette had a giant pussy I could screw forever without cumming, though she easily climaxed pretty quickly, gazing up with a hurry-up-and-finish look. Only rarely did I spurt inside of her. I honestly don't' think she even knew there was any other way to fuck than missionary until she met me, but try as I might in other positions, that's the only way she could cum. 

Her breasts had wide, faint pink areolas and nipples that never really perked up, but they were massive, cantaloupe-size, and just made for titty-fucking—also a first for her. Because her boobs were very sensitive, and it was a sure way to make me cum, titty-fucking was the one thing we could enjoy sexually at the same time. So our sex almost always ended with her lying face-up, pouring a generous helping of lotion in her canyon of cleavage, squeezing her huge tits tightly around my shaft, and me fucking them silly until I squirted. 

Babette was the polar opposite of Phoebe, and she didn't mind one bit that I was boinking another girl in our yoga class. In fact, I used to tell her in detail about Babette's lame attempts at sex, and we got a big charge out of that. I know, nasty, but fun. Of course, Babette, like everyone else, had no clue about Phoebe and me. I really, really liked Phoebe and was her "other boyfriend," albeit the back door one, even though I probably spent as much or more time with her than he did.

I transferred to a different college my sophomore year, but would occasionally visit friends at my old school. When there, she and I would usually be able to hook up for an intense, if often brief, sex session that was, like before, predominantly oral. It was fantastic every single time, and in the whole time I knew her I only came IN her pussy a few times, and then it was only an accident due to her super-tight pussy! She was a card-carrying Sperm Swallower, and that was just fine with me. 

Another thing that was a permanent fixture of our sexual soirees was my auto-fellatio, as that was the trigger that turned her on to the nth degree. The last time we were together was at the end of her senior year, and while we were getting dressed after torrid sex in the back of HIS Volvo 240D wagon in the park, she said she and he were getting married the following weekend, then moving to New York where he had a job with the UN. I never saw her again. 

Too bad, too, as Phoebe was a girl I would have loved to have as a regular girlfriend. 



Yoga Class



"Oh my god, there she is again. God she's so hot." Said Natalie as we stretched before yoga class. The rest of the students, mostly women, were filing into the studio where we practiced yoga. It was a small class, maybe twelve students. The object of Natalie's adoration was our beautiful instructor, Annette Boniganzi. Our teacher Annette was kneeling with her torso falling across her knees, studying the attendance sheet. She always wore such revealing tops. Annette was maybe 40 something, but a lifetime of yoga had kept her young. She was tan, with an Italian bombshell's face, full lips, a knowing half smile always at the ready. She pulled her dark curls back in a pony-tail for classes, and wore black stretch-pants and a low-necked spandex top where her massive, firm and full breasts would always threaten to tumble out. She had to be at least a double D. I sneaked a longing glance down her vast cleavage—the way she was bent over really let me see all the way down her shirt. I realized I was becoming aroused and realized I should cut it out, I didn't want to do yoga in this small class with all these mirrors with an erection! I glanced a little too fast.

"Where you just checking out her boobs?" Natalie whispered to me. I felt my cheeks redden. 

" . . . Maybe. God damn it—busted."

"Ha! You are such a perv!" She whispered back a little too loudly. Natalie was one of my best friends, we had known each other a long time. We were pretty comfortable with each other as we had always been neighbors. She normally had boyfriends, but they never lasted too long. She had one right now: Matt. He was a nice enough guy. He was one lucky guy, that was for sure.

Natalie was Italian, skinny, and very tan. She had long brunette hair spilling down her back, thin arms and wrists, a tiny and very cute butt, pert a-cup breasts with dark nipples, and some freckles on her tan shoulders. She had a very juvenile body for a twenty year old, but it was comfortable, sure. Right now she was wearing little yellow sports shorts that showed off her but, and basketball jersey with no bra. Her breasts peaked like ski jumps, with her large cone-shaped nipples. 

I had seen her breasts before, she would often walk around her house in her underwear and sometimes walked from the shower to her bedroom with a towel around her waist. I had stayed the night at her house many nights after watching movies until late, and then heard her moan and groan as her boyfriends pounded her. I could hear slaps and squelches, and knew that she probably was trying to be quiet, but couldn't help but squeal as her cunt convulsed around Matt's huge cock in wet ejaculatory orgasms. Natalie had told me that her last boyfriend had taught her how to squirt. We were talking about squirting one day and she shyly raised her hand and said "Well . . . I have to admit—I'm a squirter. I squirt so fucking hard sometimes when he fucks me from behind. I also squirt from reverse cowgirl, when he just jams it up into my g spot." 

Natalie enjoyed telling me about her sexual escapades, I think secretly because she knew it turned me on, knew that my dick was getting hard and sensitive when she would describe her boyfriends long dicks and pointed to her tummy and showed me how deep it was inside her. "Seriously, that guy was so big I thought he was gonna mess me up inside." It was a big charade that we were just swapping stories when actually it was turning her on that she was getting me aroused.

I had a dirty secret with Natalie too, that if she found out she would probably never talk to me again. There was one time I had walked over to her place to hang out, she hadn't picked up my calls and the door was locked. I went around the side to see if she was in the garden and as I walked by the kitchen window I could see that she was bent over the kitchen table getting pounded doggy style by her lover Matt. He had her arms pulled up behind her and her chest was thrust out in front of her, her firm tits wagging up and down with every fast thrust. He pulled on her hair, slapped her ass a few times and called her names, called her a slut and asked her if she liked his big dick in her wet little pussy. "YeeeEEEeessssss" she would moan. He got her to say "I'm a slut, a big dick slut, fuck my tight hole with that big fat cock daddy. Yes daddy I'm a little slut, I'm a little slut whore daddy, YES!!!" He took out his dick and slapped her vulva a few times, then forced it back in, with a yelp from her, and resumed fucking her while she spouted "stick it in my hole, fuck me in my little wet cum hole! Fuck me daddy! Fuck me like a little slut! I'm a slut! I'm a fucking slut! Oh I love that big dick cause I'm a nasty fucking slut!!!"

Her diatribe, coupled with the lighting fast hammering her cunt was getting from that enormous dick, made her pussy gush out 5 or six feet behind them. 

"GAAAHH!" she grunted. A few seconds after the first squirt, she screamed and slammed her fists on the table as three little squirts "fft fft fft" shot out of her cunt. 

"Oh my fucking GOD!" she yelped in a high-pitched voice.

Matt couldn't take any more. He pulled her off the table, forced her on her knees, and as she kneeled she spasmed and I saw anather thick stream squirt out of her cunt onto the floor. She sounded like she was sobbing. Matt slapped his dick on her face and asked her "are you a little slut for me? Are you a little fucking slut?" As he smacked his dick repeatedly on her face. Her cunt squirted on the kitchen tile again and her stomach muscles flexed under her skin as she grunted and spasmed through her multiple-full-body orgasm. 

He pumped his dick furiously and growled as he shot a huge stream that ricocheted off her forehead into her hair. The next gob shot onto her cheek. Then a double volley stretched all across her face and into her hair. Her stomach muscles tightened again and she squirted on the tile behind her. "FFFfffffft—fft." She wailed like a banshee with her final contraction.

I turned around and quietly left the house, then went home and jerked off thinking about what I had seen. 

"Okay everybody, now I'm going to show you a new pose today, we are going to try this in pairs." Annette's voice pulled me out of my guilty reverie. Class had started. 

Annette raised to her hands and knees and thrust out her large tits. 

"Open the hips, roll the hips 'round like this, but keep your chest thrust out like a lion." She undulated and gyrated and I found my gaze returning to her big boobs. I wanted walk up to her, kneel, and just cup them in my hands. They were both at least two hands each—maybe I would need help from Natalie! 

"You're doing it again." Fuck. Busted. I looked over at Natalie. And she was grinning at me on her hands and knees. 

"I don't blame you, they're magnificent. I get to see them in the locker room. Jealous?"

I felt the flush returning to my cheeks. 

"Yeah, she takes off her sports bra and changes into these hot lacy numbers. Her boobs stand up like creamy cakes. She's got big, round nipples, too. I think she saw me staring at them yesterday." 

Natalie's whispering was starting to get me aroused. The thought of her checking out another girl—Natalie often complimented women's bodies but espoused that she was in no way gay—I remember her saying: "I just couldn't have sex without a penis there. I need a penis—you know, 'put that in my tummy! Now! If I tried to fuck a girl I'd get sick of all the oral. Oral is nice, don't get me wrong, but after a while it starts to tingle inside and I just wanna get FUCKED." 

"No seriously, she's a goddess. Look at her cleavage right now, she's practically begging you to." I looked back at Annette and yes, I could see right down her shirt. "God, I'd love to watch them get pounded by a big dick. I love my little boobies but they're too small for titty-fucking, and I've always wanted to watch somebody do it." She said. 

This pushed me over the edge and I realized that I had an erection. Oh, no.

To be continuted...



Yoga Instructor Taught Me



It was after a lot of trouble that my wife was able to convince me to go out, do some yoga and get fit. I tried dodging her but, I knew I had no choice, so finally I checked out on a couple of yoga classes in Chandigarh (India) and joined one that was from 6:00 am to 7:00 am. The female instructor (name changed to Deepika) and was approximately 37 years old and very fit.....She looked at me and said 'Yup you have come to the right place.....I am sure you will get fitter and fitter as the days go by'. In nearly every class, she would motivate me along with the other participants which including five males and two females. 

Since I was not comfortable wearing track-pants, I started the sessions wearing my shorts. She asked me why, I told her that it was difficult for me to move as I get rashes from it sometimes. She was OK with it. I have always been a back-bencher, so I daily took position at the end of the class. After a couple of days we started practising our 'Setu Bandha Asana' which involved lifting of the pelvis & chest by putting the legs resting on the ground in 'L' shape with the head resting on the ground. 

I was having trouble doing it and she helped me in adjusting to it. Suddenly I noticed that my balls had fallen to one side of my shorts and the inside netting and were visible to her.....I saw her quickly gazing at them. This made my dick go hard and it started making the shape that attracts every female. I had to do something quick.....I acted as if I had slipped and purposely fell down on my back with a thud, so that my standing pole would not attract any unwanted attention from the other young and not-so-young ladies in the small hall. 

Next day, she wanted us to do the 'Baddha Konasana' which involved sitting and lifting, both feet up and joining the soles. Doing this made my dick really visible and the complete crotch too. She came near me and was more interested in my dick and not at all concerned, whether I was doing the asana properly or not. 

The look in her eyes was full of raw lust and if given an opportunity, she would have simply grabbed my dick. The same thing continued for the next few days, where she would simply come and try and touch me or brush her arm purposely on my dick......making it hard. Was difficult for me to control the hardness and was concerned about the other participants in the class. I guess she was getting 'sex-sadistic' pleasure out of this.....phew.

One morning, I went to class as usual and was surprised to see no other student......I asked her.....she said, 'Today I thought I will take a break and have no class.....so I SMSed everyone......didn't you get my sms'. 

I said NO. She cursed the cell phone service provider. 'OK since you have come so why don't we do some yoga', she smiled. We started and let me tell you that the classes are held on the top floor hall of a three-floor building with only one entrance. She moved swiftly and bolted the door. I saw that she was wearing a tighter pink yoga pants than usual and I could make out that there was no outline of her panty visible.......wow I knew something was on.......as she had purposely not worn her panty that morning. She said that you watch, as I will demonstrate some of my 'asanas'. 

I nodded in affirmation. She started with the 'Upavishta Konasana' which involved spreading of the legs wide, lifting of the legs and holding the toes with the hands. She did it with ballet dancer like dexterity. Her pussy outline was clearly visible and I could make out it's complete folds.....as if inviting me. From the twinkle in her eye, she very well knew that she had been successful in making me horny. I could feel my dick stir. 

Then she started to do 'Half Moon asana' which involved resting the right arm and leg on the ground and lifting the other two upwards. Her rounded ass and the pussy outline from sniffing distance made my dick stand-up. I guess she was waiting for this opportunity. 

I desperately tried hiding the moment.....she saw my dick and motioning towards it said, 'See I have been successful and you have failed'. I knew what she was talking about. My dick was standing like a pole and the throbbing had started. She moved closer to me and caressed my dick with her palm and running her hands over my bare lower legs. 'So what say', She said......I knew the breaking --point had come. 

Before, I could say anything she said, 'Let me give you an experience that you will never forget'. She took off her yoga pants and her tee-shirt. Motioning towards me she told me to remove her sports bra. I moved swiftly and removed it. She was looking like a goddess with perfect curves and my eyes were stuck on her hairy pussy. 'What are you looking at ....remove your clothes too, dumbo', she remarked. I moved out of my clothes and she looked hungrily at my dick. Now I will make love to you through the yoga 'asanas'. 

She quickly took position of an inverted bow by curving her body upwards and touching her hand and feet to the ground and O'Boy what a sight it was.....you all have to see it to believe it......her supple body inverted in the shape of a bow and her pussy hair sticking out towards the sky. I brought my eyes to her body level and could see her pussy hair fluttering towards the ceiling and her juicy tits. 

I took the cue and brought my mouth onto her thighs and stared licking her.....slowly moving upwards.....the hairy jungle was crying to be explored. I moved my hands on her and the feel of her soft pubic hair was much better than even the softest muslin. The pussy had opened up and was ready to be devoured. Wow!! whatta sight it was. I started licking her pussy and she was tasty for sure......my long tongue-strokes were making her body quiver.......but she still held her position......her pussy juices started flowing and I was slurping them as if there was no tomorrow. 

My dick was hard as a rock and throbbing constantly.....the juicy pussy was the foremost thing on it's mind. I inwardly reminded it to stay calm....enjoy the moment and promised to dip it into the nectar filled crevice soon. And then she climaxed and her juices were splattered all over my lips and face. 

She slowly turned and started taking position for the Wide-Legged Forward Bend or the Prasarita Padottanasana where she bent forward put her head on the floor and also her bent palms. Her ass and pussy were calling out to me loudly to come and rim them. Her pussy hair had slowly moved on to the joint that the bottom most part of a human body. 

The hair was in the shape of a triangle. I appreciated the delightful sight. And started licking her ass.....she moaned......aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. And I put my index finger into her ass and inserted my thumb into her pussy folds which were crying for attention. She started moving her ass rhythmically and started stroking my dick which was already wet with pre-cum. My mouth was licking the upper part of her ass. After some prolonged attention to her holes, she then expertly positioned herself to do a headstand where she crossed her arms and put her head on them and lifted her body upwards. Then she spread her legs wide.......ohh my word her vulva was all greasy with dollops of juices. Her stamina was so inspiring. I think she simply loved her pussy to be licked more than anything else. I immediately dove into the nectar between her legs and started frantically licking here again and in the right places......aaaah....that's it.......that's the way I like it......hold on your tongue right there......you aaaaaare ssooooooo good......I was her slave and listening to her orders one by one. I knew she had climaxed as her body slumped on to the carpeted floor. 

Now it was her turn to give me a good time. She then made me take the 'Supta Virasana' where I had to lie down face up on the floor and fold my legs behind my back and lie on them. This gave my pelvis more support and my cock jutted out like a long pole.....this asana also gave her easy and unrestricted access to my genitals. She put my dick into a mouth a centimetre at a time. A few moments later, she had swallowed it all. Her mouth felt honey coated and as smooth as silk. Then after blowing me for more than 15 minutes, she started licking my balls and the area below it. My pubic hair was fingered and licked a number of times and when she knew that I was coming close to the intermittent 'cum-shower'. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and squeezed it softly at a point just below the balls. My urge to cum simply diminished. Her yoga skills had for sure converted her into a 'sex yoga guru'. 

Then she made me sit with my legs open wide and she did the same...came close.....inserted my dick into her very very wet pussy....just like a warm knife that slices into butter. Both of us, started moving rhythmically. We fucked for almost ten minutes. 

Then she asked me are u ready.......I nodded. She then licked my dick once more....gave me slurpy kiss and took position for the climactic 'Ardha Pincha Mayurasana' where she put her forearms forward touching the floor, rested the top of her head on the floor and raised her hips as high as she could. She told me to do it doggy-style. I inserted my hungry dick into her pussy, where it fitted as if the hairy wonder was just made exclusively for it. Her moans became louder and louder....I told her to be a little quiet as someone might hear our so-called yoga sessions. 

I could even hear the kind-of-slurpy wet pussy sounds being made whenever my dick would make deeper strokes and come out to go in again digging in deeper and deeper. Finally, the moment came and I erupted in her pussy.....I think it was the largest amount of cum that I must have discharged in months.........She too had climaxed a number of times....I could not count how many, as I was concentrating on my own energies. 

After regaining our senses, I asked her about whether we were safe, as we had used no condoms...she told me don't worry, I have inserted the Copper-T thing inside me, so all your cum will cling to it and make me wet just thinking about it. After that our 'sexessions' have been around once a week......my yoga learning has also increased and so has my sexual creativity. 

Now whenever we fix up a time for a 'sexsession', I neither have sex with my wife or masturbate at least for 3-4 days and then devour Deepika my sexy yoga instructor.



Yoga Lessons



Zach was in the third month of unemployment and he was getting antsy. He had been laid off from a job he didn't like. That didn't make it any easier when the time came to pay the rent. Still, he had some money in the bank and he decided to get back into yoga to deal with the stress. He had done yoga off and on for years. He knew well how it helped him relax his body and mind. Besides, there was this yoga instructor he had the hots for back when he was practicing.

Namaste Yoga was a small studio two blocks from his apartment. He passed it every day on his bicycle and saw the youngish clientele doing their thing inside. The owner/teacher was named Catherine, a tall, beautiful, svelte woman with long brown hair and cat-like green eyes. He decided to show up for a mid-day class and see how it went.

The class was filled with women; he was the only male. They all seemed to be in their twenties or thirties and everyone was pretty experienced, yoga-wise. He was laying down his yoga mat in the only available spot right in front when Catherine entered. She saw him and smiled. 

"Oh, I'm glad you came!" she said warmly and then moved to the stereo in the corner. Indian music soon started to fade up in the background. She lowered the lights.

"Welcome. If you'll assume a seated position, hands on your knees, palms facing up. Close your eyes."

Zach did as he was told and tried to relax. Catherine had a nice voice. Soft, yet in command, it sounded like she was speaking from a far-off place.

"Pay attention to your breathing. Let the tensions of the day drift away." 

Zach snuck a peek around the room. The woman were all sitting straight backed, eyes closed. He checked out each one, in their spandex and sports bras. What do these women do? Are they married with children and grabbing some exercise time while the kids at pre-school? Or, maybe they're laid off like me? Who knows. 

"Now slowly bring your arms up, stretching, shoulders down, and release your hands to the side."

He looked at the instructor, Catherine, eyes closed with her arms straight up, seated in lotus position. Her round breasts were raised. The coolness of the autumn air was causing her nipples stand out and he could clearly see their outline under her top.

"Now raise one arm over to one side, giving the side of your body a good stretch."

Zach wondered what Catherine's status was. He knew that she had been involved with her partner, also a yoga teacher, but had split with him about a year ago. He always wondered what she saw in him. He was bald and not that attractive and she was, frankly, stunning.

"Now come onto your hands and knees and let's do the cow and cat poses." 

The class did as they were told and started rounding their backs like a cat. Then, in one fluid motion, rotating the pelvis and arching the back and looking up. This had the effect of raising up the butt and thrusting it out and Zach found his eyes fixed on Catherine's ass. It was a thing of beauty. 

Back and forth, he moved from arching his back, butt thrust out, to rounding his back, pelvis thrust forward. The way Catherine did it was mesmerizing, so slow and sensual. He realized, it was the same motion as thrusting himself into a woman, when he was really into it and wanted to go deep. That thought preoccupied him until he realized he was slightly out of sync with the class. He was thrusting in, while everyone else was pushing their butts out. He was pushing his cock as far in as it would go, as they were pushing their pussies as far out as they could.

"Exaggerate the movement. And slow it down to feel the body along the entire range of motion."

He realized that all the while he had been staring at Catherine's crotch. The way her tight leotard came together in folds between her legs. He glanced up to see Catherine looking at him, looking at her, in the mirror which ran along the entire front wall of the studio. Ooops. Busted. Fortunately, she smiled.

"Why don't we do some standing poses."

He was happy she changed the subject and scrambled to his feet at the top of the mat. He hoped the bulge in his own gym shorts wasn't too obvious.

"Let's do some sun salutations, shall we?"

She led them, raising their arms straight up and then swan diving own into a forward fold. Then, extending one leg out, then another, into "plank" position, a high pushup, legs spread hips distance apart. Then lowering down to a low pushup and the scooping up so that he back arched and their weight was held by their straight arms and the tops of their feet. 

"Now raise your hips into downward dog."

He watched as Catherine raised her butt up into the air, legs spread, her arms extended, in an inverted "V". He was amazed at how good her butt looked, pushing upward, her legs apart, her crotch open, almost welcoming. He quickly followed suit so that he wouldn't be caught staring again. In this position, you end up looking behind you and he could see, from his position in the front row, all women in the class wtih their cleavages exposed to him. He felt the pressure in his underwear again.

"Now walk or jump to the top of the mat, slowly raise yourself one vertebrae at a time, reach to the sky and close the pose."

As he closed the pose by bringing his hands together in prayer position in front of his sternum, he noticed in the front mirror that the pressure he felt so acutely in his crotch was manifest as a prominent bulge. Damn! Why didn't I wear my baggies, he thought. He wondered if anyone else noticed. He decided to stop looking at Catherine before this got out of hand.

After about a dozen sun salutations they were on to other poses. Warrior one, warrior two. When it was time for a resting pose, they were back on their hands and knees. 

"Now lower your chest to the mat, but keep your hips high. Extend your arms foward into modified child's pose."

She had her hips up in the air, her legs apart, her forhead to the mat and her arms stretched straight ahead. Again, the effect was that she was opening herself right in front of him and he felt his heart thumping. Again, he was transfixed by her lovely ass. And, again, she saw him watching her in the miror.

"Let's turn on our backs now for some core work. Let's try "half boat." 

Laying on her back, she brought her feet up near her butt and then raised her pelvis to the sky, her shoulders remaining on the mat. After the class followed suit she stood up and walked around the room adujsting positions. 

Zach realized that not only his crotch was raised to the sky, but his cock was pressing against his shorts. The next thing he knew, she was standing next to him. 

"Try and lift a little higher."

He felt her hand in the small of his back, lifting him. She was bent over him so that her face was close to his crotch. Their eyes met and she looked at him knowingly. 

"Now slowly lower yourself to the mat. Be aware of your body. Notice where you're relaxed and where you're tense. Notice what's the highest point on your body."

Sheesh. That was easy. His crotch of course. He decided not to fight it and just let her voice carry him away during "savasena" the relaxation portion which ended every practice. She had such a sexy voice. And she seemed to be talking to only him.

"Relax your head and your neck. Your shoulders and your chest. Your arms and your hands. Your stomach and your waist. Your thighs and your calves. Your ankles and your feet. Every part of your body should be totally relaxed."

Yeah, not every part. His cock was long and getting harder by the second. Not a full erection, thank god. But no way it was going to relax anytime soon.

"Now roll to one side. SLowly push yourself up to a seated position. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Thank you for letting me lead your practice today. Namaste."

There was some polite clapping and when he opened his eyes the women were rolling up their mats and putting on their shows. He sheepishly did the same, moving a bit slowly because of his aroused state. As he made his way to the exit, he heard her voice.

"How was the practice for you?"

He turned and saw her by the stereo. He stepped over to her. The last of the women were leaving the studio. They were alone.

"It was great. I was having some trouble relaxing."

"I could tell. I haven't seen you in a long time."

"Yeah, I gave it up for a while. You still lead a great practice."

"Why thanks" she smiled sweetly at him. God she was pretty.

"Do you ever give private instruction?"

She raised her eyebrows in surpise. 

"Private? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Just I just want to take it to new level."

"A new level, huh?" she said with a crooked smile. 

"Yeah, I'm trying to do the world's greatest downward-facing dog."

She laughed. 

"No, seriously, can I ask you a question?" he said.

"Sure."

"I'm not sure I'm doing that triangle pose exactly right."

"Oh, the triangle pose" she nodded. "That's one of the tricky ones."

"Do you have time? I don't want to impose..."

"No, no. That's my last class of the day. Just give me a sec. I have to lock up."

She walked to the lobby and he could hear her keys in the front door's lock. He laid out his mat the floor. When she returned, he smiled at her.

"I appreciate the extra help."

"Not a problem."

He got on the mat, legs spread and his arms pointing out parallel to the floor.

"Good. Now just reach forward and then bend. That's it. Good."

His arms were now perpendicular to the floor, one pointed at the floor and one at the ceiling. She walked around him. 

"Not bad. Try to flatten your back a bit more."

He felt her hand on his back. She slid it across his lats and down to the small of his back. 

"You're sticking your butt out a little bit."

"What do you mean?"

He moved his butt slightly. She put her hand on his hip and pressed forward.

"Try to keep your hips aligned with your legs and feet."

"Like this?"

He still wasn't getting it. She put her hands on his butt cheek and gently pushed it.

"I can't seem to..."

"Here. Let me show you."

She stood next to him, spread her arms and legs, and then slowly tilted to a perfect triangle. Then she raised back up and turned to him. 

"You try it."

He spread his arms and legs, started to tilt, but ended up with the same unaligned pose.

"Not quite. Here."

She moved in behind him and he felt the front of her body gently press against his back. One arm encircled his chest while the other gently pulled his shoulder back. She pressed against his butt with her pelvis.

"You want to imagine your body is pressed between two panes of glass. That's it."

Her body was still pressed against his back. He felt her hands run along his thighs. 

"You want your weight equally distributed on your front and back legs."

He could feel electricity through his body as she touched him. Her hands then slid along his shoulders, biceps and forearms.

"Try to feel the power surge through your arms. It's a very powerful pose. That's much better."

"Thanks. That helps a lot."

He raised himself up.

"No problem" she replied.

He decided to ask another question.

"I was wondering too about the modified child's pose." 

"That's an easy one."

"Could you show me?"

"Sure. The key is to flatten the back. Let me show you."

She got down on the mat on her hands and knees and extended her arms forward and lowered her chest to the floor. Her hips were raised and her knees were spread wide. Now it was his turn to walk around her.

"Oh, I see. Now, where do you feel the stretch?"

"All over. In the arms. And the back. And the hips too."

"Do you also feel it along here?"

He ran his fingers along her sides brushing the undersides of her breasts.

"Oh yes. It's a good side stretch too."

"And here?"'

He touched her thighs.

"Yes" she said, softly.

"And here."

He was caressing her perfect butt now.

"Yes. It stretches the whole body." 

As he touched her, she said nothing to stop him. Nor did she move away. And that spoke volumes.

He continued his questions. 

"Would this be a good pose for couples doing yoga?"

"I think so. Yes."

"For example, if I were to position myself like so..."

He knelt behind her, between her legs, his hands on her hips. Her butt was still raised in the air, her face resting on her arms.

"Yes, I know many couples enjoy that."

"Do they? And do they enjoy this?"

His hands slid slowly along her back, caressing her torso.

"Yes. That can increase the stretch and the overall sensation."

His hands continued to massage her back. She arched her back and her pussy reached out to him.

"Mmmm. That feels good. And I know some couples enjoy it if she extends the pose. Like this."

She slowly pressed her hips back until her ass brushed against his crotch.

He leaned back, pressing his hips forward. She could feel his hard cock pressed against her pussy.

"And then he can do something like this?" he asked.

"Yes. And she can move back and forth, and rotate her hips, like this. It's a very intimate form of yoga. For couples."

She was slowly rotating her hips in circles, effectively massaging his cock. His cock was throbbing. He pulled her hips toward him so his cock pressed hard against her pussy.

"And if they rub themselves together like this? Does that work?"

She moaned. "Mmmmm. Yes, that works great. Especially when she can feel how hard he is."

"I wonder. can you modify the position like so?"

He reached around her front and held her breasts in his hands.

"Ahhh" she gasped. "Yes, that's a good modification."

His fingers massaged her nipples while his cock rubbed against her pussy. He could tell by her breathing that she was getting increasingly turned on.

"I bet this would be really fun when you're naked. Can you do yoga naked?"

"Oh, yes. There's a whole school of naked yoga. For couples."

She was rubbing her clit against his hardness now, losing herself in the moment.

"I think that sounds really interesting. Is that something you teach?" 

She was rubbing against him and not hearing him.

He persisted. "I want to try this school of naked yoga."

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. Her hair disheveled, her eyes on fire. 

"Take off your clothes" she growled.

He was surprised and excited by her directness.

She stood and went to the stereo. A moment later, an Indian tabla was heard, its steady beat hypnotic and sensual. 

He pulled off his shirts and shorts in an instant. She walked back to him, slowly, her body moving to the music, and pulled down the straps of her outfit. As it peeled off, he saw just how gorgeous her body was.

Her breasts were not large but they were perfectly shaped. Pert, with upturned nipples. 

She took in his body. He was athletic with broad shoulders, nice abs and a handsome cock that was standing outward. 

"Now where were we?" he smiled. 

"I will take you through 'the flow'. Start with Warrior Two!"

He stood with legs and arms spread. She stood directly behind him. Her thighs barely touching the backs of his legs. 

He could feel her breath on his neck. Her breasts just barely brushing his back.

She was undulating her body to the music. He could feel her tummy against his ass, her nipples against his back. Her fingertips were moving like a whirlwind, barely touching his arms and chest and legs. She was reaching around to the insides of his thighs. Her fingers, as if playing a harp, brushed over his cock, stroking the head, the shaft, the balls. It took all of his power just not to move. 

She moved to his front. She stood right in front of him and assumed the identical position, a standing spread eagle. 

She looked him right in the eyes and started to slowly move to the music. Her thighs brushing his, her nipples brushing his chest, her breath on his collarbone. His cock was stiff she pressed it between their bodies. As she moved to and fro, she was rolling his cock between their stomachs. It felt incredible.

She moved away from him, her fingers gently caressing the tip of his cock. Kneeling down, she assumed the same modified child pose as before, with her ass high in the air facing him. She looked back at him with a predatory look. She slowly raised her hips until her legs were fully extended, spread wide. Her pussy was pink and swollen.

"Lick me" she purred.

He realized he was still standing spread eagle and suddenly dropped his arms and fell to his knees. He took her butt cheeks in his hands and buried his face into her bum. His tongue found her wet folds and he went to work. Before long, she was letting out soft moans of pleasure. 

"Now, downward dog" she moaned.

With a slow, impossibly sexy motion, she lifted her hips to downward dog, her legs spread, her butt in the air, and her arms extended -- the old inverted "V". Standing behind her, he was staring at her glistening and dripping wet pussy. She spoke to him between her legs.

"Your turn, big boy."

Again he snapped into action. He moved forward. His cock was standing at attention. He moved his cock so it slide up her wet slit. He then pressed the tip against her labial lips and brushed it over her clit. It felt so hot it surprised him. He pushed into her and the tip popped inside her. He slid the shaft slowly into her wet folds and felt the warm wetness envelope him.

He started to pump his cock into her raised pussy. He couldn't believe how good she felt. He realized he wasn't touching her except with his cock. It made the sensation that much more intense. 

"Mmmmm. Faster."

He realized in her current position she wasn't able to affect the speed of their fucking. She had to tell him what to do. He liked that. He also noticed the tempo of the music was quickening. He felt an urge to fuck her to the beat.

He bent his knees and started to pump and thrust his cock so it slid all the way in and out of her. He was standing so he could use the leverage of the floor to pump her hard. She loved it. He was so relaxed from the yoga session that he could really move his hips and he rotated them and thrust them and circled them until she started to let out little shrieks. Finally, she was getting so excited she had to lower herself down onto the mat, her butt still raised in the air. His cock never lost contact with her.

Once on the mat, in the same position they started in, his hands found her body. He felt her thigh and her ass, so firm and strong. His hands moved to her breasts and her nipples were big now, and hard. He rubbed them roughly between his fingers and she let out a long moan.

Suddenly, she turned and lifted one leg and swept it over his head. She was facing him now, on her back. He watched her move with amazement. Then, she put two palms on the mat next to her shoulders and lifted herself so she was doing a backend on all fours. His cock was still buried in her pussy.

"Finish me off like this" she groaned.

Zach had never fucked a woman like this. It was surreal. She was bent over backwards, her breasts pointing up in the air. Her legs were spread and he was kneeling with her resting on his thighs. He grabbed her hips started pulling their bodies together in rapid, lightning strokes. He lifted her little body up by the hips and started to pummel her with his hard cock. Her breasts were bouncing every time he rammed his cock into her. 

"I...want...to...FUCK...YOU!" he grunted as he thrust his cock again and again deep inside her. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth agape. She began to shake as her orgasm swept over her.

Her voice was hoarse now. She blurted out her words between the thrusts.

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Give me your fucking cock! I want your fucking cock! Namaste, you fucking fucker!

She was like a limp toy in his hands as he shoved his cock deep in her and held it there. His orgasm rose and suddenly he was exploding inside her, spraying his cum deep in her pussy. He thrust again as another explosion of cum shot from his cock. He gave her one last mamoth thrust which shook her whole body as another stream of cum filled her pussy. 




Yoga Lessons



He collapsed next to her on the yoga mat. They lay next to each other, breathing hard, for several minutes. Finally, she looked at him and heaved a sigh. 

"So that's couples yoga. You just had your first lesson."

He smiled back at her. 

"Now, I heard about this new meditation technique" he said, seriously. "It's also for couples. It's called O-M ing."

"O-Ming?"

"Yeah" he replied. "It stands for Orgasmic Meditation."

"You're kidding right?"

"No, I'm absolutely serious. Read about it in the New York Times."

"And you want to teach me?" she said, smiling.

He turned to face her. 

"You're damn right I do..."



Yoga? Really?



There was something about the new woman who joined our large group at work recently, that I found very alluring and just needed to know more about her. I am 40 and I found out that Brandi is 30. We work for a group in a large health care system that moves people around a lot, but I worked with Brandi about once every week or every other week. 

I learned that she is single, a fact I found hard to believe. I was in a relationship and so I felt safe and reasonably able to carry on a conversation with her without the 'usual' friction of pick-up type of sexual innuendo. But at the same time, her petite, lithe and very fit frame was very, very attractive to me. Over time, I found her to be smart, funny, pretty and very into exercise, as evidenced by her very toned petite frame. She was 5'2", and perhaps 100 pounds. She had short, brown hair and glasses that made her look the part of a smart, professional woman. She dressed conservatively, but there was no mistake that she had a significant commitment to her physique, with very toned arms and a very firm ass that punctuated a very confident and athletic stride.

We had occasion to email every now and again, and it was always above board. But somehow I sensed a connection. Perhaps that was just me or just what I wanted to feel, but it just seemed we could easily talk and occasionally linger a bit together after the official business was done.

I had also found out that Brandi lived in a town about 30 minutes away and drove each day, and that in addition to being single, she lived with a roommate and a little dog. After a few more months of just working and having a normal working relationship, I could definitely sense that there was a connection between us and that I found myself wanted to talk with her more, and that I am pretty sure she did too. She was just so sexy in a very different way. She was confident and funny and smart. And the whole fitness thing she did was just fuel to my endless imagination fire of images of what that little body had in store.

Anyhow, I was traveling east towards Brandi's town one Saturday and started having car troubles. After I had the car towed and the car shop told me it would be a few hours before they could get it fixed, I thought I would give her a call, in the off chance she would be around and perhaps could rescue me for a couple hours. Have lunch or something rather than be stranded at the car place for hours. And as luck would have it, she was home, and lived 5 minutes away and was thrilled to have company.

"Hey...sorry about your car but I live real close. I'll come by and pick you up," she said quite cheerily. "I was just getting ready to have lunch. Wanna join me?"

"Sure, that sounds great. I hope I'm not intruding on your weekend," I said, anxious a bit but glad nonetheless.

"Be right there then." She hung up her cell and then within minutes, she appeared at the car shop in her little BMW. I hopped in and was more than a bit speechless. She was dressed in pretty short shorts, that really emphasized her toned legs, most of which were covered by the work attire. She was also driving a manual transmission car, which was somehow sexy to me as well, seeing a woman deftly handle a stick shift. Typical.

And her bare feet working the pedals, with toenail polish was sublimely sensual. And she was also dressed in a tight-fitting tank top shirt with a bra underneath, all of which exposed her very fit body. Tight and toned and way sexy. And then we just started chatting and after I got over my initial shock at her 'new' look, we were very shortly at her house.

"C'mon in...I was just getting ready for lunch. My roommate is out of town for a couple days, so happy to have some company."

I followed her up the stairs, and just couldn't get over how incredibly sexy she is in her regular clothes. Petite body, bare feet, toenail polish, tight top highlighting her small, firm breasts...god, what a combination. I had to keep reminding myself that I was in a relationship and that we were just friends and co-workers. But there were certainly months of other images swirling my mind. I hoped the car place took all day to fix that damn car. Time for a new one anyhow.

"I thought you'd be out exercising or something like that on your free day," I asked, as I watched her put a couple sandwiches together, again, trying hard not to just stare at her like a love-struck teenager and at the same time trying to conceal my growing erection.

"I already did today...just yoga though. Been having some trouble with my foot so I have to lay off the crossfit thing for a bit."

"What's wrong with your foot?"

"Plantar fasciitis I think. I've had it before. It goes away, but I really need to lay off the impact stuff."

"Too bad. Looks like you're managing to stay very fit anyhow," I offered, looking at her arms and legs.

"Thanks...I try. Makes me feel better about myself."

"This is great by the way. What's in this?" I asked, after taking a couple bites of the sandwich and some fresh fruit.

"My chicken salad. Glad you like it. I get the bread from a local bakery and I make the chicken salad myself with some curry and apple and nuts. Just a touch of mayo too, also from a local farmer."

"Wow...this is delicious. Better than the granola bar at the car shop."

"Glad I can be of help. It's great to see you out of work too."

We chatted about some work stuff and the people there and some general gossip stuff. I couldn't help take my eyes though from her feet and legs. Her feet matched her petite frame and the red nail polish was a very sexy highlight to her toned calves and legs. I'm a bit of a leg man and I just had all these visions of her legs wrapped around my waist and around my head. I just had to try and concentrate on the conversation and the food.

She had this way too of dangling her foot and wiggling her toes not directly under the table and in my line of sight. I wasn't sure if she was doing this on purpose or just being herself. This was a new environment for both of us to interact. But I know she caught me looking at her form with more than passing interest.

"You know Brandi, I had that plantar fasciitis a couple years ago. It's a bitch to get rid of. Have you tried all the regular things, like orthotics in your shoes and exercises and stretching?"

"Yeah...done all that stuff. It's getting better but still keeps me away from the gym like I'd like."

"Looks like you're staying very fit Brandi," I indicated at her legs and gave her bicep a squeeze. "You're in great shape."

"Well, thanks. I think the yoga helps me too. Have you ever done yoga?"

"No, never to into it. But I know lots of people that swear by it."

"I think it helps especially now that I have to cut out other things."

"You know what finally helped me get rid of my foot thing?"

"No, what?"

"I found a person who did some specialized kind of massage. I think it was called something like neuromuscular massage."

"Never heard of it. Where did you go?"

"It was near our office. I'll find the number for you. But it really helped me a lot."

"Yeah, thanks. I'll give it a try."

"But you know, I've learned a bit from that time. Want me to give a try with your feet?" Where did that come from?! I wasn't here for that. I couldn't do that. I needed to do that. God, what a mess...but I did ask that after all. I was just thinking it and not expecting that offer to actually pass my lips. My brain wasn't properly processing data just at the moment. Sort of like my computer sometimes.

"Hmmm...that sounds good. I'd love my feet rubbed, especially if you can help with this foot pain." With that, Brandi jumped up and cleared the dishes and I followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa a few feet from her as she sat at the end, and plopped her feet on the sofa and then one on my lap, toes a-wiggling.

God, this was so sexy. Her feet and legs were gorgeous and led to her thighs were so soft and so exposed and so near to her pussy, which I was sure was as wonderful as the rest of her body. I had to not think about all that because I had an erection for the last hour and having one of her feet on my lap inches from that did nothing to quell my rising passion for this sexy creature.

"Alright...let's see what you learned," she wiggled her toes on my lap as I began to rub her foot. 

I tried to stay focused on the task and began to rub her feet as I knew and remembered was done for my feet.

"Is this where it hurts the most?" I asked, trying to find that spot near the heal and arch that gave her the most symptoms.

"Oh man...that's the spot," she moaned, in a most sensual way, as if it were other spots I was massaging and indeed yearning to.

I kept massaging deeply and stretching her foot and ankle back to stretch out that area from the calf to the foot and stretching her toes back at the same time, to feel that plantar fascia stuff and then dug my fingers and knuckles in there.

"Here, right," I asked, trying to elicit that same sexy voice that she did a moment ago.

"Oh, that's unbelievable. Where have you been all this time my feet were hurting?"

"You should have said something sooner. I would have done this weeks ago."

"Your hands feel incredible Bill...I guess you did learn something after all."

I spent about 15 minutes on this foot, and then asked her for the other one. This brought this foot even closer to my aching crotch. Her foot was perched on my upper thigh and just against my balls and my erection that was pushing against the fabric of my pants, bulging I'm sure and painfully evident. I started massaging the other foot and it kept pulling the other foot even closing pressing on the heat emanating from my crotch.

"Mmmmm....you do good with feet. Great hands. I just love my feet rubbed. I just never knew it would..."

"It would what?" I asked, trying to think how she was going to finish her sentence.

"Oh, nothing...never mind," she said, in a soft voice and a smile while rolling her leg pressing against my cock. I didn't know if she could feel my hardness with the side of her leg and I was trying not to overtly press my cock against her leg, but it was increasingly hard not to move against her.

"So how does that yoga work anyhow?" I asked, trying to divert my attention and trying to remember that I was here as a friend and that I was trying to stay true.

"You should try it. Let me show you a couple of the things that helps me, especially core and flexibility."

"OK," I said.

Slowly she extricated her feet from my reluctant lap and proceeded to demonstrate a couple positions, that did little to abate my excitement and did lots to fuel the images in my mind. There was the 'downward dog' thing and a couple more poses, all the while talking about the health benefits of each and espousing their worth for her regimen. I tried to surreptitiously massage my cock to try to relieve the pressure, and her lithe form on the floor in front of me had me reeling with excitement.

"Have you ever tried partner yoga Bill?"

"No, can't say that I have..." I managed to gulp, my mouth dry and my heart racing.

"C'mon here then...let me show you a couple things," Brandi said, with a bit of a new twinkle in her eye. Perhaps she really did know what she was doing after all and it was me who was getting seduced. 

"I'm hardly dressed for anything yoga-ish though."

"That's ok...that can be arranged. Boxers or briefs?" she asked, very innocently.

"I beg your pardon," I asked, taken aback.

"We can both get into proper partner yoga attire. That is if you're game," she asked now, a bit of a dare and twinkle look in her eye and tone.

"And what would that be?" I could imagine quite well what I'd like it to be.

"Well, ideally, as little as possible, but in this situation, we could both be in underwear."

"As little as possible, huh?" I asked, not quite sure if she was serious or not.

"That's right. You wanna give it a go?"

"Sure, I'm game," I said resolutely, not quite being sure where exactly this was going. But it sure was going in an interesting and unexpected direction from what I thought my day was going to be like this morning.

"Ok then. Briefs and undershirt for you; bra and panties for me. Cool?"

"Cool with me." And with that, Brandi quickly pulled her tank top tee shirt over her head, and let me see her even more gloriously toned torso with only the rest of the bra which had visible straps until now. I could see the outline of her nipples, clearly hardened beneath the thin fabric of the lacy bra. And before I could unbutton my dress shirt, she was out of her shorts, standing proudly in a very brief and very sexy green lace bra and panties. Did I mention they were brief? Very skimpy and so very brief. I guess I said that already. She was spectacular.

I got out of my shirt and unbuttoned my pants as Brandi stood there proudly in her mostly naked form smiling at me, which was no different than beach or pool attire really. But in this situation, it was just a bit more sexy standing there in her living room.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks as well, standing in front of this nubile creature, admiring her petite and fit body, and she too was looking me up and down, not at all missing the large bulge in my boxer briefs. I should mention that I'm pretty fit, and at 6'2" and 190 pounds, I wasn't at all embarrassed at being in my underwear with her, but more so at my cock, pointing upwards in my underwear, and just about at the waistband of them. I also am rather proud of my 7" cock, which was every bit of that and more given how excited I was and how long I'd been turned on by this encounter.

"Nice Bill. I see you work out too. I didn't know," Brandi said, smiling that wry and sexy smile that I'd begun to recognize.

"Thanks girl. I try. And you Brandi. You are spectacularly beautiful."

"Thank you Bill. I'm glad you appreciate my efforts. It's been a while..." she left that unfinished. I wasn't sure if she was referring to her boyfriend, or lack thereof or going without sex. They should be near the same thing I guess, but I still wasn't sure the rest of her sentence. Or perhaps she was referring to her foot problem? Yeah...right.

In any case, her foot was definitely better as she motioned to me to sit down and we did so back to back and crossed elbows together.

"This one is for breathing and centering. And to get used to your partner's rhythm."

We did that for a few minutes, and I could feel her body's heat against my back. 

"And now bend your knees and put your feet on the floor. And we push against each other and try to stand. Just push straight up and try not to think of pushing against me."

After a short couple attempts, we stood half way, and she held us there so we were using our thigh muscles. I thought I would push her back given I outweighed her by probably 90 pounds. But she was strong and we managed a balance position back to back.

"That's great Bill. You learn fast."

"Thanks."

"Now let's face each other for more breathing and now a bit of stretching. Are you flexible?" Brandi asked, turning around as did I and straightened out her legs and indicated that I do the same, so we were sole of feet together. She reached forward and we grasped each other's wrists.

"I have worked on some of this too," I said, not fully divulging that I'd done a fair bit of martial arts in the past and so was more than a bit flexible.

So back and forth we pulled each other, keeping our feet together, and holding the position of getting chest to thighs for 10 seconds while the other pulled forward.

"Wow Bill. You surprise me. You're pretty flexible for a guy."

"Like I said, I've been working on this too."

One might think that this physical exertion would help side-track me and deflate my aching hard on, but not so. Just being in Brandi's proximity and touching her albeit fairly innocently was enough to keep me absolutely as turned on as ever.

"Ok, now let's try this," she said, while I continued to marvel at her body, firm, taut and powerful even though she was small in stature.

She sat now cross-legged, and I did the same, now separate from her by about 3 feet. We grasped wrists again and did the same back and forth pulling, only this time her head got close to my legs as she reached and bent forward. With each time we got to center, we held each other's gaze and I watched her body intently, enjoying the sight of her nearly naked body and her tight muscles and her firm belly as she moved forward and back. I could see too, that she was watching me and a few times eyeing my very prominent erection, now with a bit of a wet spot at the tip.

"And there's one more that I'd like to show you, since you're quite flexible." She then uncrossed her legs and put them out to each side so we were still separate, but now by only 2 feet. I just paused for a few moments savoring the sight of her legs spread out and her pussy was covered by a small patch of also moist lacy material. Her inner thigh muscles were stretched and her belly was firm, without an ounce of fat. Her small but firm breasts were held tightly by a very skimpy and matching green lace bra, and her nipples were clearly hardened even more than before.

I did the same with my legs, although I was not nearly as flexible as she. This time our feet were touching again and because my legs were longer but hers were more spread apart, we were quite close together. This time we grasped forearms, and at first, she pulled me forward. I'm not as flexible this way, but as she pulled, she helped bounce my stretch so that I was almost face to her stomach. I paused here ostensibly to hold the stretch, but really more so to inhale her aroma, which was her perfume highlighted by the smell of her sexual arousal, which was unmistakable and remarkably intoxicating.

Going the other way would be interesting to be sure. I was still so very hard and there was no hiding my erection in my briefs. When I pulled so that she went forward, she got nearly with her head to the floor, which was occupied by my very hard cock. I was now looking at the back of her head and her nearly naked back, inches from my cock.

"You know this isn't supposed to be so sexual..." I heard Brandi whisper, as her hair was against my thighs. 

"It's not?" I asked, perplexed by this comment given our position.

We sat upright, now looking at each other with a very poignant and sexual air in the room. We held each other's gaze and each other's arms and just took some breaths together.

We did a forward and back thing again, this time my head was even closer to her pelvis, and I could inhale her aroma and see the wetness emanating from her center. I savored that for a bit longer than the last time, and still held onto her arms.

When she came forward, her forehead brushed against my cock and balls without pretense this time. I could feel her breath against my skin as she rubbed my back and forth.

When we returned to the sitting position, she looked deeply into my eyes. She let go of my arms, and while continuing to look at me, her arms went behind her back and took off her bra and flung it to the side. I couldn't help but break the look and took in her nearly naked body, this time taking in her small, firm breasts with very small, tight and erect nipples. 

I could hardly breathe and dared not do anything to break the moment. 

"God, you're so incredibly sexy Brandi," I said softly and with every bit of passion that I felt.

She reached forward to my waist, and helped me to pull off my tee shirt, so that now we were both in just our underwear, no mistaking the others' arousal.

"This is great for my stretching..." she said to me softly, smiling as she leaned forward again, this time not holding my arms but leaning forward on her elbows and her hands were on my thighs. Her head inched ever closer to my cock and I felt her breathe slowly and inhale my scent too, as she kissed the tip of my cock through the fabric of my underwear, wet with my precum that had been seeping there for almost an hour.




Yoga? Really?



I caressed her back and reached to stroke her sides and then her arms, while she planted kisses at my stomach and thighs and at the tip of my cock. I then reached to hold her breasts and felt the hard nipples in my palms as I felt the weight of her small breasts in my hands. I felt her gasp a bit at her nipples being stroked and pulled, as did I when she reached her hands into the waistband of my underwear and pull it over the tip of my engorged cock. She couldn't pull them off me as my legs were out to the side as were hers. But I did indeed gasp when her hands pulled the material away from my body and only her breath caressed the now exposed skin of my bulging erection.

I couldn't even arch my hips up to meet her mouth and she had me completely under her control and she just rubbed her cheek and lips up and down the part of my exposed cock. 

"Oh God Brandi...I am so turned on now. You are so crazy and so incredibly sexy..." I emphasized my statement by pulling on her engorged nipples and felt her groan a bit, perhaps encouraging her to stop her teasing and take me into her mouth.

"I'm just stretching, remember?" she said, causing me to feel her breath again against my skin. "Should I stretch a bit more?"

"Yes, I think you should push it a little."

"OK, how about this then?" she breathed into my cock as I felt her lips open to take just the tip into her warm, wet mouth.

"Oh god....that's good. So good..."

And when she closed her mouth and sank a bit further down taking 4 inches into her mouth, I almost came right there her tongue swirling around and around the head, and sucking at the sensitive groove on the undersurface which was conveniently towards her. I had been aroused by this lithe, wonderful woman for over an hour and had months of images and thoughts built up before this fateful day.

She just nodded her head and tried to say some kind of 'uh-huh' and continued to lick and suck my cock while her hand caressed my balls, so very tight with arousal.

"Oh Brandi...that's incredible...it's been a long time for me. Better be careful because I'm gonna come soon..." I tried to warn her of my impending climax. She nodded again, never taking my cock from her lips and I heard her try to say the uh-huh, being wonderfully stifled by my cock in her mouth.

She kept up a slow and unhurried rhythm of her mouth up and down on my cock, and tongue swirling after a few ups and downs. Even at this tantalizingly slow pace, I was on the edge of coming in a very short time. I stroked her hair and her neck and her tits, and felt her back and hard nipples as she continued her wonderful blowjob.

"Brandi...soon...I'm gonna come..." I tried to warn her off my cock in case she didn't want me to come in her mouth. I wanted nothing more than to shoot into her warm and waiting mouth, but she seemed not to be dissuaded.

Same slow rhythm. Nothing rushed, nothing but an incredible and tortuously slowly rising orgasm.

"Oh god...uh...oh..." and then I reached my climax and spurted time and again into her wonderful waiting mouth squeezing her shoulder and arm, as she sucked every bit of my cum from my balls into her mouth, not letting a drop fall free. She just softly held my drained cock in her mouth as I spent myself and felt her tongue and lips suck and pull every drop from me.

I released my death grasp of her shoulder as Brandi sat up and looked at me, with a most sultry smile on her face, and then licked her lips salaciously.

"See? A good stretch for my legs and also for my lips," she smiled.

"That felt amazing...how did you learn to do it that good?"

"I just love doing that. But there's nothing like a willing and trusting partner. You came quite a lot by the way," she said, smiling and licking her lips very, very seductively.

"It's been a few days, and besides, I was turned on from the moment you pulled up in your car."

"I could tell...I could see your erection at lunch time."

I smiled, and just leaned forward to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips, and caressing her back and sides and legs. We pulled our legs together, and this time I sat her on the edge of the sofa, and pulled her panties off her legs.

"You are so sexy Brandi...skin so smooth...so incredibly hot..." I moaned into her neck as I leaned her back to sit with her legs off the edge of the furniture and her legs spread wide apart. I caressed her sides and her breasts and her stomach, wondering at the sight of her body lying in front of me. Her pussy was almost bare, somehow emphasizing her small body's youthful appearance. Her thighs and pussy were glistening with her juices and I could smell her intoxicating aroma.

I kissed my way down her neck and to her breasts, sucking hungrily on her erect nipples. Her hands were in my hair and gently followed—or encouraged—me downwards towards her pussy, which I did, kissing and nibbling at her stomach. I stopped to marvel at her wonderful pussy, and softly stroked her outer lips.

I looked up at her face, intently watching me from her semi-supine position, and I smiled at her as my tongue reached out to taste her juices. I inhaled at the same time, amplifying the delicious taste that hit my senses. 

"God, you taste so good Brandi...so good..." I moaned into her pussy, before I licked her lips from bottom to top and top to bottom, with broad brushes of my flat tongue before I plunged into her depths and felt more wetness, more delicious wetness there.

"Oh...that feels great. Keep doing that...right there, oh, right there," she moaned with short gasps of breath as I slid one finger into her core while the other hand held her upper lips open for my tongue to paste and lick softly at her firm clit. I slid a second finger into her very tight pussy, very well lubricated and felt her muscles clench my fingers there as I tried to find any especially sensitive areas deep inside her.

I moaned my pleasure at her reactions to my activities, and continued to probe her with my fingers and my tongue, and slowly did to her what she had just done to me...brought me intense pleasure. I felt her breathing get more shallow and her hand pressing more firmly against my head as I felt her orgasm approach.

Then after a few more moments of the same movements that she was clearly enjoying, I felt her stomach tighten and then her pussy clench even harder as she came, squeezing my head with her strong thighs. Her orgasm lasted at least a minute, which I can fairly accurately describe because that's how long I can hold my breath when I swim. I never thought that would come in handy in the boudoir.

I held her tightly too as she wound down from her orgasm, and slowly withdrew my soaked fingers from her pussy and continued to gently lick her pussy lips and even more gently at her sensitive clit, feeling her post-orgasmic spasms wane from her body.

"Now, that was amazing...I haven't come that hard in...well, I don't know how long," Brandi finally commented, as she pulled me up her body so that we were face to face. And it was her turn to kiss me, plainly tasting herself on my wet face, lips and chin.  

"I guess I like doing that as much as you do," I said, after kissing her deeply.

"And you do that oh so well."

And then in our current position, we were pressed together so that my re-energized cock was pressed against her wet pussy, and I could feel her grind a bit against me as I slid my cock up and down.

"And I'll bet you do this so well too," she said, pulling my ass towards her still achingly hot core, so that there was no mistake what the 'this' was referring to.

"And I like doing this even more," I said, watching her hand reach for my hard cock and guide it into her waiting pussy. 

"I want this inside me...now." Brandi said, with a lusty and authoritative thrust of her pelvis.

I could do nothing but give her what she wanted and matched her to fully impale my cock inside her wonderfully tight and wet pussy. I had wondered for such a long time how her small pussy would feel surrounding my aching 7" cock. And I could never have imagined the feeling to be any better than it was. That combined with the sight of her lithe body beneath me, legs wrapped around my hips and muscular arms and belly writhing to the motions of our fucking.

"Oh god...Brandi...this feels so good. You are just so hot, so incredibly sexy," I tried to put into words what I was feeling and seeing, and words did no justice to what I felt.

"And your cock feels so good inside me Bill. I have wondered and wondered how this would feel, how your cock would fill me up."

"Oh baby...so tight. So incredibly tight. You are the sexiest woman. I have thought of this for months and months. I just can't believe this is happening and better than I ever imagined." I continued to move in and out of you, to the extent that I could with your legs pulling me into you each time I tried to withdraw.

"God...I just love this cock." Her hand continued to reach between our thrusting pelvis' and alternatively stroked my slippery cock as it emerged from your pussy to stroking your clit, driving both our arousals higher and higher.

I wrapped my hands around her small waist and grasped at her tits and pulled at her hair, trying to get as much of her towards me, squeezing and pulling. My hands wrapped almost all the way around her waist, but her pussy had no trouble accommodating my cock and her pussy lips wrapped around my cock moving with each stroke as if not my cock to leave its grasp.

"I want you on top of me," I said after 10 minutes of fucking her this way.

"That sounds good...I like being on top..." you said with another of those sly, sensual smiles.

I pulled out with an audible groan from both of us, just momentarily though as I sat next to you on the sofa as you climbed atop my thighs and again guided my cock to your pussy, and promptly sat down so that I was fully buried inside you, deeply and satisfyingly deep.

"Oh god Bill...that's good. Even better...so deep...I can feel you up to here," she said, pressing her palm to her belly button. "Feels right here."

"I like you on top of me too. You are incredible...so incredible," I said, pulling your hips down on to me, and then pulling at your erect nipples sitting proudly and wantonly on your firm and high tits. 

"Harder...do that harder..." you encouraged my hands to pull at your achingly tight nipples, which I was happy to oblige.

"Like that? You like it a bit harder?" I asked, trying to gauge your response and how you liked it.

An affirmative nod.

And so I did, pinched your nipples harder and harder, while you continued to bounce up and down and thrust and rotate your pelvis so that I knew you were grinding your clit against my pubic bone all the while buried deep in your pussy.

I could tell this combo was getting you close to another orgasm. Your eyes clenched tightly and you hunched forward breathing shallow and quickly.

"Oh god...there, just there...like that...oh baby...oh...!!!!" and then followed by a deep and throaty, "Aahhhh!!!" shrill scream, clearly indicating your climax. I just held on as you collapsed on top of me, totally overcome by another powerful orgasm.

This one lasted longer than the last and I just held you tight, feeling your pleasure and smiling inside at how I made you feel, and then feeling you return to this plane after a wonderful few minutes.

"Oh-my-fuckin'-god...that was unbelievable. Your cock gets me in just the right places... I don't think I've ever come like that. Ever." She sat up straight and looked me in the eye and I could see and sense the honesty in her comment.

"I'm so glad I could make you feel like that. You are one sexy woman Brandi."

I could feel her pussy clenching with the aftermath of her orgasm, and then by the look on her face, her conscious muscular contractions of her pussy around my cock.

"Can you feel that?" she asked, watching my reaction to her Kegel maneuvers.

"I can feel every bit of that."

"Can you go again?"

"Oh I think so. Can you?"

"Well, we'll just have to see won't we," you smiled, sitting up so that my cock withdrew from your pussy, achingly red and dripping with your juices. And as you rose from my lap, you leaned in to kiss me and said, "And the answer is yes."

"Then answer to what?" I asked back, kissing her deeply, while not being able to take my hands from all over her gorgeous body.

"I'm protected...so you can come inside me. I'd love that." 

"Oh, yeah, right...that's good to know," I smiled at her.

"I'd rather you came on me...since you already came in me once..."

"Oh baby...that would be so sexy too."

"Now do me like this," you said, as you perched on your knees facing away from me, offering me your incredible and sexy backside. 

"Oh yeah...that's so good..." I said as I kneeled on the sofa behind you and quickly reinserted my cock into your waiting pussy, watching it enter you inch by inch. Slowly and slowly until I was deep all the way inside you and my stomach was hitting your ass. And what a wonderful ass it was. So firm, so tight. I pulled your hips towards me as I moved slowly and fully in and out. I saw the sheen of perspiration on your back and marveled at the sinewy muscles arching with our fucking.

"That's good...you're fucking me so good..." Hearing Brandi's voice like this was additional stimulation to my ears that somehow magnified all the other sensations going on. I had only heard her regular office voice, but truly imagined this scenario over and over again. She arched her back even more, putting her sexy haunches tight and her hand went to between her legs. I knew she was rubbing her clit and I felt her hand grazing my balls.

I could feel my orgasm approaching and continued to fuck her harder and harder, dripping sweat onto her glowing skin. The sight before me was just unbelievably erotic.

"Oh god...Brandi...I'm...coming..." And a few strokes later I felt her clench tightly with her orgasm just as I came, spurting powerful bursts into her pussy. I pushed as hard as I could as I emptied myself into her, matching her groan for groan and spasm for spasm, until I collapsed onto her back, drained and satiated.

"That was amazing," she managed to say when some semblance of reason returned to us. "I haven't come like that in...forever."

"Oh god Brandi...you are spectacular," I said breathing into the back of her neck, inhaling her aroma. "You made me so crazy."

I didn't want to ever leave this position, but reality started to creep in and I realized I had to deal with my car and other reality issues that are going to be big deals.

"I'm glad your car got in trouble today. It was quite the coincidence that it was today and near to me, don't you think?"

"Quite right...and thanks for lunch. And the yoga lesson. Perhaps I'll have to learn a bit more about this partner yoga thing."

"Bill... I have a bit of a confession to make," Brandi said, extricating herself from under me and sitting beside me, wrapping her arms around me. "Oh god...I'm dripping," she said reaching for her panties to press to her dripping pussy. "I think you came a lot the second time too."

"That was hot...but what is your confession," I asked with a puzzled look.

"The yoga thing...I sort of made that part up. I haven't done any partner yoga, but it seemed like a good way to get you and me naked and close."

"Pretty sly girl, as if you needed some excuse to get me naked with you."

"Well...I just wasn't sure you would want me or..." Brandi said with a downward glance.

"You are absolutely the sexiest, most wonderful girl in the world. How can anyone resist you. Your body is unbelievable and the whole partner yoga thing was very hot by the way."

"Thanks Bill...perhaps you'd better check your phone to see about your car though."

"Yeah. Right."

"It's gonna be a bit awkward at work, huh?"

"That's for sure. It's going to be hard for me to get the sight of your naked, hot body out of my mind."

"Well, don't try then...just keep the images there for future reference. And it's going to be hard for me too, to get this wonderful cock out of my mind too," she said, emphasizing her comment by leaning down and giving my cock a final lick and suck. "There are still so many things I have yet to show you."

"And what would those things be?" I said, anxious to hear anything erotic from her.

"It seems you like feet, don't you?" she asked.

"I particularly like your feet. They are so sexy, especially because they are at the end of your lovely legs." All the while she kept rubbing my cock, and staring at it and fortunately it didn't seem to lose much of its turgor.

"I could tell by the way you were looking at my feet and rubbing my feet, which you did particularly well."

"I might have to find a way to schedule regular foot rubs for you...to help your sore feet," I offered, not wanting this to end.

"Well...let's just say that I have a particular talent with my feet—and hands—that you might enjoy." Her comment was emphasized by the continued, and very pleasurable stroking of my semi-erect cock. "And it would sure seem that you would like that very much."

"Oh wow...that sounds wonderful. Now you're going to have me really wondering about what those lovely feet and hands could do."

"That's right...just keep wondering. Just like I will keep thinking of how this cock hits me in all the right places and a couple more places I'd like it to be."

Work would never be the same again.



Yoga Retreat



"G'night Trent."

Trent looked up from behind the computer screen and at the parade of tired but energized yoga students from the last session of the evening as they made their way toward the exit. His clientele base was still small enough that he knew most by name, a fact that he intended to preserve as long as he could manage. He bade several good night, nodding politely and offering tidbits of encouragement to those who were prone to attending only occasionally.

When the last of the class had filed out of the studio and exited the building, Sasha, his gem of a part time instructor joined him in the lobby. He couldn't help but steal a glance at her -- a petite cutie in blue spandex shorts and sports bra. She walked with the smooth grace of a trained dancer and her smile could light up the Vegas strip. Short black hair, almost always just a little messy, complimented her caramel complexion that came by way of some mixed ethnicity he was never able to place. And for more than the hundredth time, Trent lamented the fact that she was scarcely half his forty years of age, barely a handful of years older than his own teenage daughters.

Casually, Sasha slid around to his side of the desk, hopped up on top, and sat cross legged. She seemed blissfully ignorant of the effect she could have on men, so innocent and incurably cheerful as she overstepped the boundaries of decorum.

"'Bout done with the books?" she said.

"Yup," Trent said, closing up his spreadsheet application and powering down the computer. "Class go well?"

"Yeah," Sasha said. "It's great to see so many people coming now."

"I think you've proven to be something of a hit," Trent said, somewhat wistfully. The class attendance and retention numbers, among both men and women, had steadily improved since he'd taken her on six months earlier. Business acumen acquired from years in the corporate world made him appreciate that from a financial perspective, she was a valuable asset, and yet he couldn't help but feel a little jealous at how naturally she took to teaching.

"Nah," she said, politely brushing aside the compliment. "I think your studio is just finally coming into its own."

"Well, either way, I'm glad to have you on board."

"Say, you have any plans for the weekend after this?" she said. Trent raised an eyebrow at that. While their working relationship was excellent, they rarely talked much about anything outside it. This sounded like a leading question that made him just slightly uncomfortable.

"Aside from teaching the usual couple classes, no," he said.

"Well, you see, there's this yogi coming to Indianapolis, Anne Ventner, and she's hosting a weekend retreat targeted at other yoga instructors. You know, new techniques and ideas, suggestions for ways to make classes more interesting, that sort of thing. I was thinking about going and thought you might be interested as well."

Trent, in spite of his recent interest in yoga and subsequent fast track through the training necessary to teach and open a small town studio of his own, had never had a lot of interest in pursuing the full breadth of what the yoga community had to offer. His practice, for lack of a better term, was pretty vanilla.

"Me?" he said.

"Yeah, you," she said, playfully poking him square in the chest with a delectable unpainted big toe. "I noticed you don't get out to many of these sorts of clinics or classes, and I don't want you to stagnate only a couple years after opening."

"Mmm," Trent said, suspecting there was still something more in her motives. "Weekend retreat, sounds like it might be kinda pricey."

"It's only a hundred fifty each," she said quickly, as if having expected that argument from him. "Which, considering it includes room and board, is really cheap for this sort of thing. Well, it's only that much if we go double occupancy. Otherwise it's two hundred bucks each."

Trent's heart fluttered uneasily for a moment at the thought of sharing a room with Sasha for a night or two. There was no way she would be interested in him that way, and nothing in her demeanor even hinted at it, but that didn't mean it couldn't be difficult on him. His inclination was to just decline, to retreat back into the quiet privacy and predictability his life had become, but there remained that deeply buried part of him that wanted to say yes -- and not for the class, but for her.

She smiled wryly, as if somehow able to read his mind. "You haven't said no, which from you is as good as a yes," she said. "I already asked Greg if he could cover your classes that weekend and he said he could. So, can I sign you up?"

She had already asked his other part timer? How long had she been thinking about this? He felt a little deflated, like a father being taught by his daughter how to function in the real world.

"Sure, I guess," he said.

"Great!" she said, leaping off the desk and swinging herself around behind his chair. She gave him a good squeeze on both shoulders and leaned in next to his ear. "I think you'll have a great time. It'll be good for you."

* * * * *

Just over halfway through the two hour drive to Indianapolis, Trent finally found himself able to relax and enjoy Sasha's company as he would that of a friend. She was just as sweet and friendly with him as she was with her classes and likely within her own social circles, utterly heedless of their age gap. He learned that he was right about her dancing background, though she had quit early on in high school after suffer chronic injuries. Rehabilitation from those is what led her into yoga and subsequently her physical therapy major now in college. He found her to be well grounded in common sense while balancing it with a whimsical and free spirited approach to life. 

"So, enough about me," Sasha said, kicking her bare feet up onto his dash from where she rode shotgun, an act that caused the hemline of her sundress to creep distractingly high up her leg in his peripheral vision. "We've worked together for half a year and I scarcely know anything about you aside from what you do for a living and that you live alone in that small little house behind the studio. What's your story?"

Trent had indeed been closed off about his background, as it was both painful and a source of shame for him. Sasha, in being so open and honest about her own life, had put him in a position where it would be difficult to refuse. Now, though, he believed that she would keep anything he said in confidence, and it was that which allowed him to open up for the first time in years.

"Well, the short version is that I was married until about two years ago," he said, keeping his eyes squarely on the highway ahead of him. "Got married straight out of college, had a couple daughters, and worked my way into upper management at a fairly large insurance company. But, being a blind fool, I focused so much on pressing my career that my family life suffered. More than I realized at the time. That led to my wife having an affair, for which I'll take my fair share of the blame, and then divorce. The girls left with her when she remarried six months later."

"Wow, I'm sorry," Sasha said, sounding very sincere.

"Yeah, it's been rough," Trent said. "By the time the divorce was final, I had already quit my job. It was too late to save my marriage, but at least I got the wake up call I needed to reorganize some of my priorities. I only see my daughters occasionally due to distance, but our relationship has improved considerably. I had taken and enjoyed a couple yoga classes a few years back, so on a whim I threw myself fully into that. Once I was comfortable enough to teach, I moved out to Arland and opened up my little studio. I'm barely scratching out a living, but I'm happier and have the time to pay attention to life around me."

"Well, good for you," Sasha said. "It can't be easy to make such big changes in your life. I take it you're still not where you want to be yet, though."

"What do you mean by that?" Trent said, glancing over at her.

"I could always tell there was something dragging you down," she said. "I think I noticed it first while watching you demonstrate to a class a week or so after I started working with you. There's a tension about you that shouldn't be there, especially if you're fully in the proper state of relaxation."

"What, physically?"

"In a way, yeah," she said. "I can't articulate just what it is, but it's definitely there. Now I think I understand why. Hopefully we'll be able to find a way to get you past it."

We? He didn't say it aloud, but he wondered if she seriously meant to take on the unenviable task of helping him overcome his personal failings and self doubt. It was a personal journey for him, not one he had intended to drag others into. And yet, in spite of his reservations, he found the simple act of talking to her about it therapeutic.

For the remainder of the drive, their conversation turned to lighter topics. She did politely inquire about his daughters and their interests and challenges of being teens, but otherwise she deftly steered him away from what was a long standing sore spot in his life. By the time they pulled onto the nearly unmarked dirt road to the retreat somewhere outside the suburbs of Indianapolis, they were laughing out loud about some of his stranger experiences in studying as a middle aged man to become a yoga teacher.

The site of the yoga retreat appeared to be an old ranch house, which he might have called a small mansion for its size was it not for a rather rustic and weathered appearance. He suspected it had been built for size out of necessity rather than opulence. There were several other buildings, including a barn, that harkened back to its original roots, though aside from a large garden off to the side of the main structure there was little to suggest it was still being used for agriculture or ranching. Still, Trent found himself enjoying the rustic ambiance and the scenic rolling hills broken with lines of trees.

They parked alongside a number of other cars and carried their small weekend bags and mats into the main building where they were eagerly greeted by a young woman from the local yoga studio hosting the retreat. She checked their names off the list and led them up the grand staircase, itself polished smooth under the feet of generations, and down a hall to their shared room. As the place had become something of a new age retreat in recent years, the accommodations were appropriately eclectic to Trent's mind -- two thin mats on the floor covered in simple linens, each with a heavy wool blanket neatly folded on the end, along with a single dresser and lamp. On the walls were a couple paintings, having no common theme other than a sort of enthusiastically amateurish vibe to them. He found the entire set up, including the communal bathrooms down the hall in either direction, to be amusing and yet somehow just right for the weekend ahead.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, with a home cooked dinner and introduction session for all fourteen students to meet one another as well as the teacher. For one who taught yoga for a living, Trent had always felt awkward and undereducated when associating with what he considered to be hard core new-agers, which was the source for much of his trepidation about joining Sasha on this trip. He was relieved, however, to find that most of the others were very friendly and easy to get along with, and with all being in the same profession there was no shortage of common ground. The teacher for the weekend, Anne, turned out to be around his age and nearly Sasha's match for easy charm. By the time they returned to their room to get an early jump on sleep before their crack of dawn first yoga session, Trent was feeling very upbeat about the weekend.

While Sasha was finishing up in the bathroom, Trent changed into his sleeping shorts and sprawled out on his surprisingly comfortable sleeping mat. He started flipping through the material they had been given upon arrival, including a brochure about the instructor's biography and experience. It was an impressive resume, so to speak, especially for someone who was married with kids.

"So, it sounds like our teacher runs two week long yoga retreats at a beach resort down in the Bahamas ever year," Trent said when Sasha returned to their room.

"Nice," she said, setting her toiletries bag down.

"Now that sounds like the direction I need to be taking my practice in the future," he said, setting aside the brochure to take a look at the agenda for the weekend.

"If you do, then you'd damn well better be bringing me along at company expense," she said.

Trent's good humor lasted only a moment before taking a sudden detour upon seeing the subject of the second morning session on the next day's agenda -- The Practice of Nude Yoga. Nude yoga? He'd heard of the odd place here and there where it was occasionally done in a formal setting, but those were usually in big cities with rather liberal or eclectic cores. He felt a flush of nerves when he read in the description that as participants they were expected to "participate."

"Uh, Sasha?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you know about this nude yoga session tomorrow?" He glanced across the room at her and was stunned to find that while he had been distracted reading, she had shed her sundress was stood wearing only a yellow thong. She was facing away from him, but he was still shocked that she so casually undress like that in his presence. He tried and failed to avert his eyes, mesmerized by her cute butt and the way her muscles moved up and down her back.

"Yeah, I think I remember reading that somewhere," she said as if it was hardly any more exciting than learning what the lunch menu would be. "Sounds like fun, eh?"

Fun? For whom? He couldn't imagine getting naked in a room full of near strangers, let alone in front of Sasha, could be in any way fun.

"Uncomfortable might be more the word I was looking for," he said. "Or awkward, distracting, terrifying." As he started mumbling distractedly, Sasha bent over to place the folded dress into her bag. In doing so, he was able to see the side of one of her modest sized breasts hanging in an adrenaline inducing moment. He forced his eyes back to the agenda just as he struggled to beat down the quick rising arousal. It was that, more than anything, that worried him about the nude session tomorrow -- not that others would see him, but how would he react to seeing Sasha?

"Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping or something before?" she said. Mercifully, he could tell from his peripheral vision that she was putting on a tank top.

"Actually, no."

"Bah, don't worry about it," she said, taking a seat on the floor next to him, sitting cross-legged in nothing more than her thin top and almost non-existent underwear. Were all of today's youth so open and casual? As a father with teen daughters, the prospect worried him.

"Anne did say that all sessions were optional, right?" he said, daring to look Sasha in the eye while studiously avoiding looking at any other part of her. "Maybe I'll just bow out of that one."

"What, and make me spend the rest of the weekend as the girl who's here with the prude? Gee, thanks." She said it all with sarcastic humor, but he could tell that there was a grain of challenge in her voice, that she would be a little hurt if he didn't join her.

"I'll think about it," he said. "Honest."

"Okay," she said, patting him on the shoulder. "You'll love it, trust me."

"Is this the voice of experience?"

"Well, I do practice around my apartment sans clothes quite a bit," she admitted. "But never in a group session before. So, see, we'll be in it together."

"Why do I think you'll never cease to surprise me," Trent said, setting aside the stack of papers.

"Wouldn't want your life to get boring now, would we?" She gave him a wink and then rose smoothly from the floor to turn off the lamp. Within minutes, her breathing had fallen into the smooth, slow pattern of slumber. Trent, however, found sleep difficult to come by as his mind raced through one scenario after another, each ending with him embarrassing himself in front of a yoga class and Sasha.

* * * * *

A rough night sleeping followed by waking to the sight of Sasha stretching out in her night attire brought Trent's anxiety level back up to where it had been the previous night. Over the next few hours, however, he was able to calm back down. Anne's first session with the group, held out in what used to be the barn and was now a spacious wood-floored studio, did more to clear his mind than anything he could do himself. She ran a very interactive combination of yoga exercise and instructional clinic full of anecdotal stories, pointers, and ideas for the participants to consider incorporating in their own classes. While he was used to yoga being a generally quiet and relaxed affair, she was able to bring talk and enthusiasm without sacrificing the entire mental focus component.

Following the first session and breakfast, Trent spent a good bit of the rest of the morning trying to relax and find distractions. For a while, he and Sasha walked around the grounds, enjoying the warmth of the early autumn sun and fresh air. When it was her turn to have a private session with the teacher, he returned indoors to the quiet sanctuary of the estate's small library where he browsed absentmindedly through some magazines and books. He couldn't help thinking about the nude session as the clock ticked inexorably closer to the time he would be forced to make a decision. He briefly entertained the idea of hiding out in the library or elsewhere and then claiming he'd lost track of time, only he knew that Sasha would probably be far more disappointed in him for that than if he simply said that it wasn't for him.

Still undecided, he returned to their room with only ten minutes until the start of the session. Sasha was inside, laying on her bedroll and listening to her iPod. She cracked her eyes when he closed the door and sat up, pulling the headphones out.

"There you are," she said. "Is it time?"

"Almost," he said. Would he even be able to make a decision? His mind waffled between difficult options.

She put her music away and looked at her own watch where it sat among her baggage. "Ack, ten minutes. Yeah, guess we'd better get moving."

Sasha grabbed her towel, blanket and mat, while effectively telling him that he was coming along. Trent found himself collecting his own items and swallowing down his last lingering doubts and anxiety. He just kept telling himself to keep and open mind and everything would end up alright.

When they arrived back at the barn studio, they found that about half of the other students were already present. Of those, all but a couple had already removed their clothing and were stretching out or quietly chatting on their mats. The instructor was also ready and waiting at the front of the room, nude and completely relaxed. Trent couldn't help but admire her confidence, being able and willing to teach a class such as this while effectively "walking the walk." And along with her confidence, it was no surprise that she kept her body in exceptional shape. He couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of her husband.

Taking care not to let his eyes linger on any other student, Trent followed Sasha's lead across the room to a clear spot where they could lay their mats down and leave their other belongings against the wall. She didn't hesitate for a moment to start shedding her clothing -- the usual sports bra and spandex shorts that she favored when teaching. Trent took a deep breath and pulled off his own shirt and carefully folded it. Then, like quickly ripping off a bandage, he pulled his shorts and underwear off in one motion, laying them on top of the shirt. And just like that, he was naked.




Yoga Retreat



While adjusting to the foreign sensation, he found himself unable to look at Sasha beside him. He kept his eyes on his mat and quickly took a seat, ostensibly to stretch out but mostly to take stock of his emotions. He felt a little flush with embarrassment, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had anticipated. And, to his immense relief, he found nothing about the experience so far to be arousing. Rather, he found it to be a little anti-sexual, if such a thing was possible. Maybe, just maybe, he thought he might make it through this experience.

"Do you remember what the schedule said was for lunch today?" Sasha said in a whisper.

Trent turned at the sound of her voice and found that she had also taken a seat beside him on her mat. And there she was, the young woman who had more than a few times entered into his fantasies, stretching her legs casually in all her nakedness. She was indeed beautiful, as he had always known, but not in the classical model sense. Rather, she was almost curvy due to her short stature and developed muscles. Her breasts were lovely, perky handfuls, and her crotch, bless her, was clean shaven aside from a small, close-trimmed strip. To his relief, Trent found under these circumstances he could appreciate her body in the context of her as a whole rather than as an extension of her sexual being. He was able to control himself.

"Don't recall, sorry," he said, taking the opportunity to begin stretching himself out. "Probably something with tofu."

She laughed softly at him. "One of these day's I'll be able to convince you that tofu can taste good."

"You can try, and you will fail," he said, finding release in being able to find humor with her like they would at work.

As the rest of the class assembled, and it appeared to Trent that everyone was attending, Anne got the session started. While she ran the class much as she had in the morning, leading them through various poses and sequences, this time she spent a little bit more time on the discussion side of things. She related her experiences and those of others in leading and establishing new nude yoga classes around the country, some painfully funny while others were more matter of fact. As Trent had suspected, most classes that met regularly and lasted tended to be subgroups within much larger yoga establishments. And, to avoid unnecessary hassle and unwanted scrutiny, many went under the radar, bringing in new members mostly by referral rather than advertising. Other aspects that she focused on included some of the blunt realities -- dealing with nuisances from local authorities or the very rare case of a member behaving inappropriately, and these she discussed with the same reasoned approach that she had brought to the early morning session.

When Anne wrapped up the session, Trent was amazed at how quickly the time had passed. He still didn't think his studio was ready to incorporate a nude practice, but he no longer found the concept to be one worthy of outright dismissal. He was also surprised with himself at how little attention he had paid to the other people around him. Certainly, he saw them, and there were plenty of reasonably fit and not unattractive bodies to go around, but he didn't feel his attention drawn to or distracted by them.

"Well?" Sasha said as she rolled up her blanket.

"Well what?" Trent said, teasingly. He had no qualms about looking at her now, even though she was still quite naked. It felt like he was seeing her differently than before, as if he was able to see her more from her own perspective rather than from his.

"You know what. You enjoy it?"

He smiled. "Yes, I did," he said. "And you were right. So thanks for dragging me down here."

"You're welcome," she said. "Now, hurry up and get dressed. I'm hungry."

"You know, it's almost a shame this was the only nude session," he said, whispering almost conspiratorially.

"Listen to you," she whispered back, poking him in the shoulder and giving him a wink.

* * * * *

Later in the afternoon, Trent returned to the barn for his one on one session with Anne. She rose from where she had been sitting on the floor in lotus position and warmly welcomed him. Much as he had thought before, he found himself a little jealous of the man who was lucky enough to have married this woman. Along with that thought came the pang of regret for his own failings in marriage.

"Have you been enjoying the sessions so far, Trent?" she said as they stood casually together in the middle of the room.

"Oh, definitely," he said. "Kinda makes me wonder if I've been missing out by not attending more of this sort of opportunity with other yoga experts."

"Well, it never hurts to try to learn more," she said. "Some of them are way out there, but that doesn't mean you can't find something to take home from most any instructor."

Trent nodded. "And I'll definitely keep that in mind in the future."

"Now, what about you? What I can do to help you or your practice?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure," he said. "Guess I'm not very good at these things."

"That's okay," Anne said. "It doesn't even have to be about your classes. Maybe there's something with your own technique or something new that you've always wanted to learn."

"Well, actually, there is one thing maybe you can help me with," he said. "I find that I'm prone to neck and shoulder pain when doing a lot of the neck and head stands for any length of time. I see others, a lot of my students even, who can hold those poses for minutes or longer at a time and I just can't hold out."

"Show me," she said, indicating he should set out his mat right there. He unrolled it and was about to go into a basic shoulder stand when she caught him. "Take your shirt off first," she said. "That way, I can see better what your muscles are doing."

He shrugged and removed his shirt before resuming his pose. Once his legs were pointed upright, he tried to relax into the pose. Like usual, the discomfort in his muscles soon crept in and ultimately he had to roll out of it. Anne was squatting next to him, a studious expression on her face.

"Your technique is mostly right," she said.

"Only mostly? What am I doing wrong?"

"Well, it's not so much a position thing. Rather, I think you're just too tense. You seem to be able to relax into most of your other poses, but these ones are where you really tighten up. And I don't think it has anything to do with your lack of confidence in the pose itself. I'd hazard a guess that it's something else you're bringing into the session."

That sounded familiar to Trent. "Did Sasha set you up for this?" he said, somewhat dubious that she would say almost the exact same thing that his employee had during the drive yesterday.

Anne looked confused for a moment. "Sasha? No, she didn't say anything to me about you."

"Oh, ok," Trent said, feeling a little ashamed. "It's just that she said almost the exact same thing yesterday, that she saw some sort of tension within me that interfered with my practice."

Anne smiled. "Then Sasha is a very bright and perceptive woman."

"I've come to the same conclusion," Trent said.

"And do you know what the source of this tension is, since it's probably the only roadblock to you finding comfort again?"

Trent didn't really want to get into his failed marriage with the instructor, but he was willing to at least admit to a little. He gave her the one minute version of his marriage and divorce and regrets. She listened quietly and sympathetically.

"Well, at least you understand the root of your problem," she said when he finished. "And that's good. That's a big step."

"So what do I do next to get past it? It's been a couple years and I'm still beating myself up."

"Well, I'm no therapist, but I can tell you what worked for me back when I faced a somewhat similar personal crisis back as a young adult," she said. "I found that when I set expectations for everything in my life and for the relationships around me, I was almost always disappointed when the expectations weren't met. I spent too much time lamenting how things were different from what I wanted or anticipated that I failed to appreciate things for how they actually were. So, my advice to you is to simply let go of all your preconceptions and expectations and live life in the moment, taking it as it comes to you and in whatever form that might be."

It sounded like just a little bit of mumbo jumbo to Trent, but the tone of her voice led him to conclude that she was very sincere about what she said. And maybe she was right, he thought, maybe his expectations for himself were too rigid and were constantly leading him to disappointment. It wouldn't hurt any to try to take her advice to heart.

"I'll give it a shot," he said. 

"And when it works out for you, I want you to let me know," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

* * * * * 

Following Trent's private session was another group exercise, dinner, and a more relaxed classroom discussion. By the end of the scheduled activities, he was simultaneously exhausted and rejuvenated, eager to try implementing a few of Anne's new concepts in both his classes and personal practice. In that respect, Sasha had been correct, and he now saw the advantage in getting out to broaden his knowledge base every now and then.

Shortly after retreating to their room, Sasha begged off to take a shower. Trent followed her lead soon after and was relieved to find the other bathroom on their floor was available. The warm water sluicing over tired but loose muscles felt wonderful and he let his mind fully decompress. By the time he was finished, his state of relaxation was so complete as to be nearly drug-like.

As he finished toweling himself dry, he realized that he had forgotten to bring anything clean to change into. Figuring that after their earlier session no one from the class would be bothered by decorum, he simply tied the towel around his waist for the walk back to his room. Aside from a couple quiet conversations behind closed doors, there was little other activity going on in the old house, and he made it back to his room without seeing anyone else.

Trent quickly and quietly slipped through the door. He was hoping that he would have made it back before Sasha, still a little bashful at the idea of changing in front of her in spite of having done so earlier. There was something distinctly different about being nude in private as opposed to being in the presence of the rest of the class. His hopes were dashed in an instant, however, when he found her calmly meditating in the lotus position in the middle of the floor, naked.

Trent had the door mostly closed behind him, but in a moment of flushed panic he wondered if he shouldn't step back out. At the least, he should have knocked. He realized there was little point in retreating now, though, as she was likely well aware of his presence in spite of her closed eyes, even breathing, and lack of motion. He quietly pulled the door closed behind and hoped he would be able to avoid further interrupting her.

"Nice shower?" she said as he tried to softly walk past her.

He glanced down at her and found that she had opened her eyes and was now looking up at him, a peaceful aura about her. Internally, he felt just the opposite, excitement and arousal competing with his sense of propriety and good judgment. He wondered, yet again, at how she could act so casually.

"Yeah, very," he finally said when he could find his voice.

"I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," she said. "I was just trying to reinforce all the new things I learned today. And, well, this just felt comfortable after the hot shower."

"No, no, it's fine," Trent said. "Just maybe caught me off guard for a moment there."

He distracted himself from staring at her by setting his toiletries bag down and digging through his other bag for something clean to wear. He seemed to have difficulty focusing on the clothes, though, as he was highly distracted by the sense that she was watching him closely where he was crouching in his towel.

"I was wondering if you might be able to give me a quick hand with something," she said. 

Alarm bells went off in the back of Trent's mind. Was it possible she was interested in him sexually? Would he be able to resist if she did? He was neither used to nor comfortable with the idea of being around a woman so confident in herself and aggressive in going after what she wanted.

"What's that?" he said, his voice cracking.

"Anne was showing me a couple new poses in my private session," Sasha said. "One of them is the half crane, which I'm having a devil of a time trying to figure out how to smoothly transition in and out of without flopping on my ass. I'm pretty sure I've seen you do it before and was hoping you might be able to watch and see if you can figure out what I'm doing wrong."

Trent felt a wave of relief, though not without a tinge of disappointment. 

"Oh, yeah, sure," he said, turning back to face her where she was already unfolding from her lotus position. Much as he wanted to just pull on a pair of shorts, he obligated to give her his full attention. Instead, he simply clung to the towel he was wearing and knelt just out of her way.

"Great, thanks," Sasha said. She rolled over to her hands and knees, facing generally in his direction. It was impossible not to watch her breasts swing gently as she settled into her starting position, but he forced himself to focus on her body alignment so that he might be able to offer a little constructive insight. She leaned forward until one shoulder touched the floor and, with deliberate patience, pulled the opposite side leg up past her chest between her arms until the toes were pointing right at Trent. This leg she then bent to bring around behind her neck. As she did so, however, she began to tip forward and he couldn't help himself but to grab her to break the fall.

Sasha giggled as her limbs unwound and her weight fell fully into him. She slid off his thighs until she laid flat on her back next to him, looking up sheepishly. Whether she realized it or not, she had inadvertently dragged his towel to the floor along with her. Trent felt warm with embarrassment, but knew he couldn't pull the towel back up with half her weight on it, and it seemed that to make a big deal of it would only draw more attention to him. And with her casually and comfortably naked around him, he would only feel all the more embarrassed. So, against his natural instincts, he did his best to just blow it off.

"Sorry about that," she said, in no hurry to get back up. "So, hopefully you can see my problem there. That's about how it usually goes."

"Yeah, I think I know what you were doing," he said. "Um, probably easier if I show you first, then let you try again."

Sasha rolled up to a sitting position and scooted to the side to give him room to work. He casually brushed his fallen towel aside and began setting up the pose the same way that she had, aware of her eyes watching his every move and trying not to get self conscious about it. As he pulled his leg up and through his arms, she crawled around to his other side to get a clearer view of how he was setting up his balance.

"So, I think the trick here is that you need to slide your back leg forward just a bit," he said, doing so. "And then as you wrap your forward foot behind your neck, you need to really pull that top shoulder back to keep your center of mass on the line between the down shoulder and your planted leg."

It was among the most difficult poses that Trent was able to perform and one that he had only just a few months ago reached the level of flexibility necessary to pull off. He focused on breathing, steadying and calming his muscles as they stretched into the hold. Sasha quietly observed his technique and, he suspected, his dangling cock in its very openly exposed position. Inwardly, he simply sighed -- somehow, he would just have to accept that any relationship with Sasha, be it personal or professional, was simply going to be different from any other he had ever had before.

"Okay, I think I have it," she said. "Definitely had my balance out way too far."

By the time he extracted himself from the pose, Sasha was already getting down on her hands and knees to give it another try. He knelt down beside her so that she would be facing him as she tilted away from the down shoulder. She slowly settled her weight and then pulled her leg up and through into a forward split.

"Good," he said, his eyes sliding over her widely exposed crotch and down at her planted leg. "Now bring the leg forward just a bit."

She moved as he instructed, and he relished in the familiar role of instructor. It was one of the reasons he had made the career change - the joy he found in sharing ways for others to improve their lives. And here, one on one, the connection was even more personal and gratifying.

"Now pull your shoulder back just a bit," he said. She did so, but he realized as she tried to wrap her other leg behind her neck that she was still too far forward. He quickly slid in beside her and gently pushed her shoulder back to where it needed to be. Sensing he had her in the correct spot, she finished the move and established the pose solidly. Trent, almost reluctantly, let go of her and slid back to admire her accomplishment. She gave him a grateful smile in return.

"I think that was the biggest problem," she said as she sank into the stretch. "I felt like if I moved that shoulder much further back that I'd tip over the other way."

"It's awkward, but once you give yourself over it's not too bad," he said. "Leap of faith, as it were."

She finally unfolded out of the pose and then tried it again on the other side, without his assistance this time. Trent stayed put, watching her feel her way through the proper positioning and then taking a moment to admire her backside from neck to perfect ass, and down her shapely, taut leg.

When she was finished, Sasha turned around to face him in a comfortable cross-legged position. "Thank you, sir," she said. "You're a much easier teacher to follow than Anne."

Trent settled down on the floor as well, content to just relax and talk. "I doubt that," he said. "She's a pretty good instructor."

"Speaking of which," she said, "I never got a chance to ask how your private session with her went this afternoon."

"Okay, I guess," he said. "Oddly enough, she claimed to be able to spot the same tension in me that you said you saw."

"Really? See, I wasn't just making it up."

"No, you're pretty perceptive I guess," he said.

"So what did she recommend?"

"Nothing major," he said. "And not any magical yoga solution or anything like that. Just that I needed to temper my expectations for things in life. Guess that makes sense, though not sure how much it'll help for me. I think I just need time more than anything."

"Well, sounds like good advice to me," she said. "And if there's ever anything I can do to help, just let me know."

"I appreciate that," he said, sincerely grateful to have someone like her around. 

"I don't know what you usually do before going to bed, but I like to do some meditation and think on the things that happened that day," she said, leaning forward ever so slightly. "I find that it helps me purge the bad vibes and get me focused for the next day. You're totally welcome to join me."

It sounded just a little over the new age line from his comfort zone, but after the way she had been so supportive of him during the weekend so far, he didn't think he could decline her invitation. "Sure," he said. "I can give it a try. What do I have to do?"

"Well, start by getting into the lotus position and closing your eyes," she said, patting a spot on the blanket of her sleeping mat. 





Yoga Retreat



Trent took a seat where she indicated, intertwining his legs until he was comfortable and letting his hands loosely rest on his knees. Sasha sat in front of him in a mirror pose to his own, so close that their knees touched. He was disoriented by her proximity, even able to smell a hint of her fragrance. Just after he closed his eyes, she took his fingers and wrapped them loosely in her own hands.

"Now, just breathe slowly and evenly," she said, beginning to do so on her own. He was distracted by the intimacy of her presence, and had to force himself to focus on his breathing and matching her breath in order to shut it out of his mind. Slowly, over several minutes, he felt his body and mind relaxing.

"Now, as you continue to breathe, recount your day starting with waking up this morning and all the way through until just now," she said in a soft, low voice that could have suitably narrated a relaxation tape. "The things that made you uncomfortable or unhappy, turn them to dust and breathe them out, expelling the experience as something that won't weigh you down. And for the things that you enjoyed or learned, take these and infuse them throughout your body, mind, and spirit with each inhalation."

Much as he found the visualization to be goofy, he made a genuine effort to take it to heart. He pictured his skepticism about the classes and a new teacher and blew it aside. He took his morning-long fear of the nude yoga class and exhaled it to oblivion. His discomfort at being alone with Sasha after his shower, also cast aside in a few easy breaths.

For reinforcement, he visualized Anne's suggestion about not being beholden to expectation. He embraced his acceptance and open-mindedness toward nudity as an expression of the unencumbered body. He opened himself up to Sasha as one of many shepherds who would lead him out of his years long malaise, as one who was genuinely good to him for unselfish reasons. 

As he ran out of things to visualize, Trent resumed focusing on Sasha's breathing, matching hers with his own slow, steady rhythm. Unbidden, an image of her came to him, of her standing and smiling as he had seen her earlier today. She was alone with him in the barn studio, both naked and facing one another. She was beckoning him with her smile and her posture, sinking into one leg to curve and accentuate her opposite hip. Where before there had been no sexual overtones with Sasha, his mind was now conjuring overt ones and it brought about a swift and uncontrollable erection.

Just as quickly, Trent forced away the image in his panic not to be caught sitting in front of her with a raging hard on. He lamented the disparity in their ages, but reality was inescapable and to be caught like this would be inappropriate at best. He desperately fought down the erection, trying so hard not to tip her off with any change in his breathing or the way his hands were held in hers. A moment of fear gripped him when he realized that she might be looking at him right now. Just because his eyes were closed didn't mean that hers were. He debated whether or not he should peek, since if she was had seen him but didn't think she was caught then they could continue to go on with life without having to admit anything. Unable to resist, though, he cracked his eyes and found hers blissfully shut.

The moment of panic had the desired effect, however, and his erection began to subside. Sasha's breathing changed just a little and she squeezed his hands softly. He knew he wasn't yet fully deflated, but hoped it would be enough that she wouldn't notice.

"Well?" she said, barely above a whisper.

"You're right," he said. "That's nice. Very relaxing."

She smiled, staring deep into his eyes. For perhaps the first time in his memory, he thought he saw a bit of uncertainty there. It was as if she wanted to ask or say something, but was struggling with whether she should or not. So uncharacteristic it was for her that Trent found himself wondering what might be on her mind.

"Is there anything else I can do tonight to help ease that tension?" The same hint of doubt came across again, but this time Trent heard it in her voice.

"You've done plenty already," Trent said, squeezing her hands in return. "Really, it has meant a lot to me."

"Okay," she said, her eyes showing a split second of disappointment before her wry smile popped back into place as she uncurled from the floor. "Not even one of my famous backrubs?"

"Ooh, now that is tempting," Trent said, slowly stretching out his own legs as well. He felt that same nervous arousal threatening to return, since there was a certain degree of intimacy implied when one nude party offered a backrub to another. Much as he was sorely tempted by the offer, he knew there was no way he would be able to control himself with her hands rubbing his body. And even if an intimate encounter was what she had in mind, Trent was too frightened of what it would do to her down the road since it could not possibly last. 

"Very, very tempting," he said as he talked his way out of accepting. "I'd owe you too much, though, and I hate being in debt. And I'm tired. Maybe another time?"

Sasha smiled and nodded, but she couldn't completely hide her disappointment. Trent knew for certain then that she did want something more tonight, and it was killing him not to give her what she wanted both to repay her kindness as well as to satisfy his own urges. She was quick to recover, though, and cheerfully gave him a good night hug, an assertive gesture that nearly broke his resolve.

Sasha crawled under her blanket without bothering to dress. Trent figured by this point that dressing would be pointlessly prudish, so he simply turned off the light and crawled under his own blanket. He stared blankly at the dark ceiling, left with his own freshly turbulent thoughts and Sasha's soft breathing his only companions.

Trent wondered at what kind of strength or weakness he was exhibiting by turning down such a wonderful woman, one whom he had lusted over for months. He wasn't seeing anyone and had been divorced long enough for the sting of that to be well and truly gone. He hadn't even tried to flirt or otherwise express interest in her, either. Whether he was making the right choice or not, he knew he would have doubts and regrets about this night for the rest of his life.

Even as his conscience reined him in, curtailing his frustration with logical arguments that he had no business with a woman that young, the doubt in the back of his mind kept throwing up counter arguments. Why shouldn't a man his age be able to be with a young woman, particularly when she clearly wanted him as much or more than he wanted her? And then the answer snapped into clear focus: Expectation. There were expectations about age differences, about boss-employee relationships, about where a young woman's interests should lie, about what a divorced man his age should do if he wanted to be considered dignified and responsible.

An image of Anne standing before him in the studio popped into his mind. She didn't say anything, but in her eyes he could feel the patient stare of a teacher waiting for her student to figure it out on his own. Of course, he had already made the connection to her lesson, but did that mean it applied or that merely his subconscious was trying to find a loophole for him to succumb to his more primal needs?

"Sasha," Trent said, his voice scarcely more than a whisper.

"Yeah?" she whispered back.

Trent took a deep breath and pulled his blanket aside. He rolled over and crawled across the several feet of carpeting that separated their sleeping mats. In the dim light that filtered in through the window, he could just barely make out her eyes looking back up at him as he leaned over her motionless figure. Fuck expectations, he thought to himself, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. For a fleeting moment, he was terrified that he had completely misread her and that he was so far out of line as to justify prison time. She kissed him back. And again.

With lips locked in a desperate embrace, Sasha pulled back her blanket and pulled his body in tight to her own. Trent relished in the warm smoothness of her bare skin against his own. The energy that rippled between them was something he hadn't felt in decades, not since early in his relationship with his ex, and he reveled in the sensation. Her smell and taste were intoxicating, and he consumed her like a man famished.

Trent felt Sasha pull back from the kiss, eliciting a moment of disappointment until she slid up his body and fed one of her breasts into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the hard nipple, alternately kissing and sucking on it to the gasping encouragement of his partner. He massaged and pinched her other nipple, all while she ran her fingers through his hair and rubber her thighs against his erection.

When she wrapped one leg up and over his hip, Trent stretched down with his free arm to massage her butt. With each stroke of the fingers, he moved closer to her crotch until he could feel the heat and warmth radiating from her sex. Slowly and deftly, he spread his fingers around her pussy without directly contacting it. He rubbed gently but insistently back and forth, his fingertips slowly narrowing the gap until they finally grazed across her pussy lips and clit. She gasped at the touch and gripped him harder, smashing his face more completely into her chest. Unrelenting, his fingers continued to stroke lightly across and around her clit, moving smoothly in her wetness across the bare skin. He alternated stroking with shallow finger penetration, building to a faster, deeper and more intense massage that brought her to a moaning orgasm.

For a minute after bringing her gently back down, they just held one another tightly, the beating of their hearts and heaving of their lungs merging as one. Sasha scooted back down such that her head was resting on his arm as they lay side by side. Trent softly traced his fingers across her back while she did likewise on his chest. In the back of his mind, back to where rational thought had fled, Trent felt that he had indeed done the right thing.

Sasha leaned in and they kissed again, at first soft and lingering, but soon growing in intensity. She pushed his shoulder until he rolled onto his back, allowing her to swing a leg over him and climb on top. She ground her crotch into his cock, her slickness hinting at the pleasures of penetrating her wet cunt. In the meantime, she had locked her mouth aggressively to his and snaked her tongue deep into his mouth. He grasped her sides, occasionally flicking a nipple with his thumbs, and simply held on to the ride.

"Trent," she whispered in a raspy voice after moving her kisses across his face, around his neck and ultimately to his earlobe.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

"I need to do something," she said. He absently wondered if it might be a birth control thing, since her pussy was about an inch away from being penetrated.

"What's that?"

"I need to...," she gasped breathlessly. "Remove." "Every last...bit." Grunt, gasp. "Of tension." She stuck her tongue in his ear, sending a shiver down his body. "Out of you."

"I see," he said, himself almost too breathless to speak.

"You know why?" she said, pausing momentarily from where she was sucking on his neck.

"Why?"

"Cuz then." She sucked the other side of his neck hard enough that he wondered if she might be trying to give him a hicky. "Then, and only then..." "We can properly...fuck."

God damn, Trent thought to himself. This girl was uninhibited crazy. He wondered if she might not need this as much as he did.

"Well, okay then," he said. "So, how do you propose...mmm, yeah...we do that?"

"I think...," she said, and pushed herself up so that she was looking straight down at him. "I think it's gonna have to get sucked out."

Trent couldn't help but grin in return at her own lusty smile. "You think that'll work, then?"

She shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

Sasha kissed her way down his chest while sliding her legs between his own. As she reached his crotch, she planted kisses everywhere but on his cock. He let out an involuntary moan when she took one of his balls into her mouth, trapping it between her lips while massaging with her tongue. Trent couldn't help but envy the guy or guys in her past on whom she must have honed her technique. Finally, and mercifully, she brought her tongue up his shaft in a long, languid lick until she lapped the bead of pre-cum off the very tip. She was slow almost to a fault with her build up, kissing and licking enough to keep him turgid but not with enough force to bring him any closer to the release he desperately needed. Only when he was on the verge of frustration did she change her pace, taking him entirely inside her mouth while massaging his balls and perineum. As her mouth built up speed, sliding easily up and down, she grasped the lower part of his cock and stroked with a twisting motion. The combination of sensations brought on an incredible orgasm, one that erupted so quickly he couldn't even warn her.

Sasha, for her part, didn't just pull off and let him finish. He felt her mouth and tongue playing across and around the tip of his cock as his cum spurted out. She continued to stroke him, gently and slower so as to bring him back down, an action now smoother under his own dribbling remnants. Once his body finally went limp, she reached for her discarded towel and wiped her face and his body clean.

Sasha climbed back on top of him, though more just laying on top of him rather than straddling him, her head propped up just above his. Trent lifted his head to kiss her and she responded with gentle kisses in return. He loved feeling the weight and warmth of her on his body.

"Better?" she said.

"Much," Trent said. "Excellent cure for tension."

"I thought it might help," she said, tracing circles with her fingertips around his temple.

"Why me?" he said, risking the moment. "Not that I'm disappointed at all. But, well, I am a fair bit older than you."

Sasha shook her head and sighed. "Let's just say that you fascinate me," she said. "Doesn't hurt any that you're better looking, in better shape, and a lot more grounded that most of the guys I go to school with. But, no, I just listened to my instincts."

"For how long?"

Sasha looked away melodramatically, biting her lower lip. "Since about the time you hired me."

"Really?" he said. "And all that time, you didn't flirt or anything?"

"Well, I didn't just want to come on to you," she said. "Not to toot my own horn or anything, but it's not that hard for a reasonably attractive girl my age to get a guy turned on. I wanted to see if you had any interest in me first. So I tried the patient approach."

"And this yoga retreat?" Trent gave her a wry smile as he asked that question.

Sasha shrugged playfully. "Trying to nudge things along a little, maybe?"

"Devious," he said. "But I'm glad you did."

"So you did have a fancy for me, too?"

"Painfully so," he admitted. "Granted, it was probably just physical lust attraction in the beginning, but I've really come to admire everything else about you in the months since. It's killed me wishing I was back in college again, to be young enough to have a chance with you." It made Trent feel a little old and corny to say it, but Sasha's kiss sent those nagging doubts scurrying away.

"I'll try not to get hung up on your age," she said. "After all, you're pretty fit and flexible for a geezer."

Trent flipped Sasha off him and onto the sleeping mat in mock rage, eliciting a gasp and giggle from the young woman. He planted his own weight firmly on top of her and kissed her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in place until they both had to come up for a breath. 

"Call me a geezer, will you, you young pup," he chided.

"Old man thinks he can bring it, huh?" she fired back.

Trent kissed her again and then began to work his way around her neck and down her chest. He planted kisses around both breasts, slowly teasing his way around her nipples until finally taking one in his mouth and sucking hard while flicking his tongue across the tip. She gripped his shoulders tightly, groaning and bucking under his weight, but he didn't relent. He fingered her other nipple to full attention and then turned his mouth loose on that one, rolling his tongue across her firm flesh. Under his waist, he could feel her shifting her hips in a vain attempt to draw his rapidly hardening cock into her.

Once he was confident that she was sufficiently aroused and desperate, Trent kissed and licked his way down her firm belly and along the lone narrow line of close-cropped hair above her pubis, following it like a road map to her pussy. Even before his lips reached their destination, her scent enveloped him, a musky surge of pure arousal that made his own limbs tremble with desire. The heat radiating from her was palpable and beckoned him to indulge.

In his lust, he forewent additional teasing and plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, savoring her flavor as her hips bucked uncontrollably in response. He held his face tight to her, working his tongue in and out until ultimately dragging it up and over her engorge clit. He had never before gone down on a woman who was clean shaven, and the smooth texture was a marvel. If she would let him, Trent felt like he could spend hours down here.

Sasha was clearly desperate for some sort of release, however, grabbing him by the hair and forcing his face harder into her crotch. She thrust her hips into him as if she could use his mouth and tongue as a dildo. He planted his mouth over her clit and alternated between light flicks and long, hard pressure. With a free hand, he slid first one and then two fingers into her cunt, sliding them back and forth and then curling the fingers around to stimulate her g-spot. Under the constant assault, Sasha trembled and moaned in the breathless gasps of orgasm. 

Trent eased her back down slowly, her body still tightening under the slightest pressure, until she finally started to go limp. He crawled out from between her legs, stretched his neck, and laid down beside her with one arm idly caressing her tummy and chest. She was still breathing deeply and a sheen of sweat glistened across her body in the faint light.

"The old man can bring it," she finally said, rolling into him for a kiss.

"I'm not ready to be put down yet," he said, kissing her in return. "Besides, isn't forty the new thirty or something like that?"

"Maybe it should be the new twenty," she said, grinning. 

They laid together in silence for some time, neither feeling compelled to say anything. Only the occasional kiss or gentle caress was shared. Trent wanted to savor and remember this moment, whether it represented the beginning of something wonderful or simply a passing joy. There was something pure in being able to truly relax and open up to another person.

Trent was brought out of his drowsy revelry by Sasha's fingers dancing lightly over his cock, teasing it back to life. She dragged her fingernails up along its length, circled the head, and traced back down. He leaned in to kiss her and she responded enthusiastically, sucking on his lower lip.

"Any tension left?" she whispered.

"Not while in your arms," he whispered back.

Sasha threw a leg over his waist and pulled her hips in closer, guiding his cock toward her pussy. She teased him, stroking the tip back and forth across her wet slit. He allowed her teasing to go on for a minute until he could resist no longer and he rolled her over onto her back, settling his own weight between her legs. With a smooth stroke, he buried himself deep inside, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.




Yoga Retreat



After holding her pinned in place for a moment, Trent finally began a slow, deep stroke that Sasha quickly matched with the rocking of her own hips into his thrusts. He held his chest up above her so that he could watch the pleased expression on her face as it reacted to each thrust and change in tempo. She cupped her breasts, massaging and then teasing and pinching the nipples, further exciting him into a more insistent pace.

A few minutes into their slow build up, Sasha unwrapped her legs from around his. Using her gifted flexibility, she pulled them up between their bodies until they rested on his shoulders. His cock never slid out of her during the maneuver, and he was rewarded with a new angle of penetration. He held her by the ankles and pounded harder and harder, riding the edge toward orgasm even as her eyes closed and breathing became shallow gasps. With a final thrust, he came deep inside her, holding his cock firm as it pulsed again and again.

As the moment passed, Sasha slid her legs off Trent's shoulders and down his sides, allowing him to settle on her chest. They held one another and kissed while he slowly softened inside her. He lingered as long as he could, holding onto that moment, until he finally had to roll off to the side. Much as he wanted to express his happiness in words, he could see the same feeling in her eyes and knew that words would only diminish the moment. 

For the first time since his marriage had soured, Trent fell asleep unburdened with the guilt he placed on himself. He was lost in the warm afterglow of one of the best sexual experiences of his life. He might have allowed himself to call it the very best of his life, but that was to come a couple hours later when the two of them decided to try incorporating a couple of challenging yoga poses.

* * * * *

"Good morning, Trent."

Indeed it was a good morning, Trent thought to himself. He was utterly spent and thoroughly happy. Though he was loathe to admit it, his age might have caught up with him just a bit, as he wasn't able to bounce back from a long night quite as quickly as he might once have. 

"Morning, Anne," he said, settling onto the floor a short distance from where the instructor was stretching on her mat in the otherwise vacant studio.

"We missed you at the morning session," she said off-handedly. And Sasha too, Trent heard implied but unspoken.

"Yeah, sorry about that," he said. "Overslept."

"No worries," she said, sitting up and smiling warmly. "Your body knows what's best for it, and if it was calling for sleep, then sleep it should get."

"Yeah," Trent said, knowing that she was pretty certain about the real reason behind his excuse.

"So, we don't have much one on one time this morning," Anne said. "Is there anything else in particular you'd like to cover? Have you had time to digest what we discussed yesterday?"

"Well, to answer your second question, yes, I have," he said. "I took it to heart and, honestly, I'm feeling much better. Really appreciate the advice."

"That's wonderful!" she said. The knowing look in her eye caused him to blush ever so slightly.

"There is one thing that I wouldn't mind going over this morning, though, if you happen to have any knowledge in the subject matter."

"And what might that be?" she said.

Trent swallowed his pride and spit it out. "I was wondering if you knew any good two person yoga poses."

Anne's smile widened even further, making him blush even deeper. "Now, are you talking about two person yoga poses, or two person yoga positions?"

"I think more the second one," he said sheepishly.

"I should be able to get you started in the right direction," she said, barely containing a laugh at his discomfort. She was so sweet about it, though, that he already felt himself being put at ease. "A disclaimer first, though. I'll expect you to use your best discretion when teaching any of these positions I'm about to show you to any of your students. They're not for everyone."

"But sharing with other instructors is okay?" he said, giving her a grin back in return.

"Seems inevitable now, doesn't it?"



Yoga Tights



QSQuinn 

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Yoga Tights 

First in the Daemon Ang chronicles. 

Reader beware, this tale contains elements of forced intercourse, light BDSM and anal sex. If you're not into that then please move on, this is not the story for you. 

***** 

You may call me Ang, if it pleases you. I've had many names and many faces over the past three millennia. This is merely one I have grown rather fond of, possibly because of its sheer simplicity. 

I have a tale for you, one like many others in my long and lusty life, but this is one of my recent favourites and one I feel obliged to share. 

It occurred in reasonably large city in the heart of a crumbling industrial area. The machines all went quiet there long ago, but the area has recently seen a renaissance through hipster gentrification, in the form of advertising agencies and coffee shops that grow into the dusty brick warehouse spaces like mold spores. 

There was a yoga studio there that, to all who frequented the area, had seemed to appear overnight. Mostly because it had done exactly that. It was a small, brightly lit place with an entirely glass front, broken only for the doorway. Inside it had walls painted a pale peach and sun-warmed bamboo flooring. 

Emma Ordell, a 23 year-old recent college-graduate entered that humble studio one day on a whim. It seemed no other passerby had noticed the sign outside offering a free trial yoga session. 

Nor would they, lest I wanted them to. 

Emma did notice it, and felt a strange pull to try something new. 

You will soon be trying a lot of new things, my dear. 

Emma worked as a lowly intern in burgeoning design company. She had little to set her apart from the rest of the so called "creatives" in these parts, except for her exceptional beauty, and a rather dark, and deeply repressed, set of sexual desires. 

A bell chimed as she pushed through the glass door. She wore a pair of yoga pants that clung to her like they were painted on. The rest of her was covered by an over-sized sweatshirt. Her chestnut hair was swept back in a pony tail, and she wore a sweat band where her hairline met her brow. 

Good, you will be needing that soon. 

She was as exquisite a human female as I have ever seen. She might have tried for a career in modelling, had her parents not worked so hard to instill in her a belief that the only rewards worth having came from diligent mental labour, rather than from winning the genetic lottery. 

"Welcome! welcome!" I said, playing up the general bonhomie of the newly established small business owner. 

"Uh, hi. I'm here for the free class," she said with a delightful nervousness, "am I too early?" 

"Just in time," said I in my warmest tones. 

"Will there be others?" She asked hesitantly. 

"You are my very first client. I'm afraid I am only just starting out." 

"Oh," She looked slightly disconcerted. 

"But please, stay. It's free and, who knows, if you like it you might recommend me to a friend or two. I could really use the business." 

That seemed to settle her uncertainty. She smiled at me "I'm not certain I can help you there, I'm new in town. But I haven't found a gym yet, and I suppose it would be mad to turn down a free lesson. 

"Excellent, as soon as you're ready, we can begin." 

Watching her take off her sweatshirt was a pleasure in itself. She was wearing only a brief crop top beneath, that proudly displayed a well toned and tanned midriff. Her belly was flat and hinted at the tight knots of muscle beneath her skin as she stretched her arms up to lift the sweatshirt over her head. Her breasts were surprisingly large for a girl with such a slender frame. Her top fought valiantly to contain them, succeeding only causing an ample amount of bosom to mushroom out of the top in two glorious half orbs, divided by a deep line of cleavage. 

She gave me another shy look, turning her tight body to one side as if to try and hide it. 

"Where do you want me?" she asked timidly. 

"Come stand in front of me, " I said, with just a hint of command to my voice. She obeyed, probably more readily than she would have expected. 

"Have you been to a yoga class before?" I asked. 

"No, I was always more into athletics in school and college" she replied, "Is that a problem?" 

"Not at all," I did not feel it necessary to add that I too had never been to a yoga class before either. Even a being 3000 years old has not tried everything. 

"Stand up straight with your arms at your sides," It was less of a request and more of and order, yet and she obeyed. 

I strolled around her in a completed circuit, taking in her delightful form: the tight belly, her small scoop of a navel which still bore the scar a a recently removed piercing, the elegant lines of her legs which ran up into a firm round bottom. Above that were two beautiful dimples in her lightly muscled back. 

I paused to look into her eyes. They were blue, flecked with green at the edges. She wore no make up, yet her lashes were full and dark and her skin shone with the clean flawlessness. She had a feint spray of freckles across her slender nose and on her high cheek bones, and her lips had a natural pout that made them seem slightly parted, as if blowing a kiss to some unknown lover. 

I broke the nervous silence, "Good, I think you will do nicely. Here, raise your arms up to shoulder height." 

She did so and I positioned myself behind her. I moved so that I was an inch away from being pressed right up against her. It made her nervous, I could tell, but she held the position. I placed my hands under her forearms. 

"Can you feel the tension here?" She nodded. 

I ran my hands along her arms in towards her torso, I felt the warmth and slight dampness under her arms. 

Sweating already, my dear? Oh, but this is only the beginning. 

My hands came to rest on her rib cage, my fingers just brushing the swelling of her breasts through the crop top. I could feel her breath stall, and then carefully start up again. I was now speaking deeply and softly into her ear, close enough that she could feel the heat of my breath. 

"I want you to pivot just slightly from the waist up. "Good, very nice." She began to swivel slowly. Each time she did so one of her breasts brushed against my hand. 

Is it just me or did I feel a nipple harden? 

I stopped her by gripping her sides, and then ran my hands down her flanks to her waist. She gave a slight shiver. 

"This is your core," My hands ran over the hard elasticity of her stomach, and my fingers pressed gently down on her abdominals, "Can you feel the strength there?" 

Her nod caused her ponytail to bob up and down and tickle my chin. 

My hands then dropped to her hips, the balls of my thumbs gently kneading the soft upper part of her ass. I pulled her gently to one side so her weight shifted onto her left leg. 

"Can you feel the shift in the tension now?" Again she nodded, seeming unable to speak 

Don't be alarmed, I have that effect on women. 

She now stood, arms outstretched, legs apart in a side lunge position. I was pushing up tight against her. 

Can you feel my erection pressing into you yet? You soon will. 

"I just want to feel if you are distributing your weight correctly through your thighs," I was whispering now. She seemed uncertain, part of her was starting to feel resistant, but she could not will herself to stop me. 

My fingers lightly danced over her thighs until they were resting on the inner curves. Her muscles were pulled tight by the stance. I started to run my fingers up and down , in a gentle caress, gradually moving higher and higher up her groin. "Yes, that feels good." I said, "You're a natural." 

My right hand was now pressing inches away from pussy. My balls ached at the thought that my hand was separated from it by less than a millimeter of fabric. 

Meanwhile, my left hand had slid up her leg and belly, and the arm was now holding her lightly across her midsection. 

She gasped as two of my fingers brushed against the swell of her vagina for the first time, "Wait, stop," she said. I felt her body stiffen, but my left arm had been tightening around her like a boa constrictor. Now she was held tight in the crook of my arm. She was slender, and no match for my strength. Besides, her attempts to free herself were half-hearted and feeble at best. 

With agonising slowness my right hand ran up her thigh one more time, and came to a rest, cupping her small protuberant mound, pressed hard against the virtually non-existent material of her tights. I give it a gentle squeeze and she moaned. "S-stop," She cried softly, "I don't want you to..." 

"Oh but you do, Emma." She stiffened at this. 

"How do you know my name?!" 

"I know a lot about you Emma, I know your darkest desires, I know how deep down you long to be taken and ravaged like an animal. I know darker secrets than even these, but we will get to those, in time. For now, just try to relax, this first part will be particularly enjoyable for you. 

I started a to rub up and down with my cupped hand, making sure my middle finger pushed the smooth fabric of her tights deep into the cleft of her vagina. 

Do I feel dampness through the tights? Ms Ordell, you really are incorrigible. 

We were standing in the middle of the brightly lit studio. It was on a street with a lot of foot-traffic, and the windows to my studio ran from floor to ceiling. Emma seemed not to notice this, as I leaned her back, holding her tight to my chest, and began to rub deep and hard into the soft flesh between her legs. Any of the pedestrians walking past had only to turn slightly to see her in this moment of pleasure and shame. But I did not want them to see, not yet, anyway, so they all walked by, completely oblivious. 

I stopped my massage, and she gave a unbidden mewl of displeasure. I tucked my hand into the the waistband of her tights right at the cleft of her buttocks and pulled down hard. I lifted her off her feet with my other arm at the same time. They peeled down in a smooth motion until they were at her ankles. Her beautiful pussy, shaved bare, was now completely exposed for anyone walking by to see. 

Now she really did fight me. She wriggled and squirmed, but was hampered by my grip, and by the tights which bound her feet. With my powers I could have easily turned those tights into more substantial restraints, but I chose rather to let her perceive the tights as something she could not willfully remove herself. It is so much better that way, with the client conscious that they are at least partly choosing to carry out the fantasy to its conclusion. 

I lowered her, as she fought, and ran my hand down her smooth stomach, over the bald mound and into the divide in her labia majora. As I expected, my hand found heat and slick wetness there, that was already running down onto her inner thighs. 

"You might fight me, Ms Odell, but your body is telling me another story." 

"How do you know my fucking name?!" 

"As I said, I know a lot about you, more than you are probably willing to admit about yourself, even. Here, let me show you." 

I release her and gave her a small shove in the direction of the glass store front. She had to hop and wobble to stay up right with her bound ankles. 

"Shit!" She groaned, "The windows! People can fucking see me like this? Let me go you sick bastard! Someone out there is bound to call the cops." 

"No one can see you, my dear, not yet." 

"What do you mean, 'not yet?'" 

"Here, look." I placed a hand on the small of her back and guided her to the window. She had no choice but to waddle alongside me with only the tiny constrained steps the tights allowed. I took the time to enjoy how her firm naked bottom jiggled with each little step. 

I stopped when we were right in front of the window. She tried to turn into me to hide her shame, but I had a arm around her shoulders and held her tightly so that she had to stand there, stark naked from the chest down, front-on to the large window. 

"Look," I pointed to trio of smoking teenage boys walking past. They were so close that, but for the glass, we could have reached out and touched them. "Do you think that, if they could see in, those boys would just walk past?" I could feel her trembling. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. Her large eyes brimmed with tears. 

"If I don't want people to see in, they won't. They'll just walk by without a care in the world." 

"Who are you?" She whimpered,, "what are you?" 

"I've been called many things, and served many purposes. but today I am here to fulfil your desire." 

"What desire?" 

"Oh, you might not admit it, or even really know it is there. It is a deep, faint longing. But it is building inside you. Do not worry though, that is why I am here." 

While I had been talking my hand had slid down her back and now rested on the arc just above the twin melons of her bum. Next, my hand crept into the cleft, just brushing her tiny puckered anus, and found her pussy, now sopping with desire. She seemed too stunned, or too scared, to move. 

What if one of these pedestrians walking past did look up? She would be mortified, shamed forever. She would have to move cities. 

As these thoughts flooded her mind I could feel the mental conflict fueling her lust. My fingers were now exploring her soft inner folds. I could feel the wetness dripping from my fingers onto the polished wooden floor. 

Slowly I sank to my knees. She seemed to be in a trance. She took a sharp breath as I plunged my face into her butt crack. My lapping tongue sought the tight ring of muscle around her anus. I flicked my tongue over it and side-to-side, before going round it in tight little circles. In the meantime my hand found her engorged clitoris and was sliding over and around it. I teased and tweaked it. She was so slick that it was like running my fingers through melting butter. 

She stared out of the window, at the people streaming past. Work hours were over and everyone was making their way home. Her hands were pressed to the glass and her breath, coming in short sharp gasps, was causing it to mist up. Still, not single face turned her way. 

I am a virtuoso, and I played her like an instrument. My fingers strummed the harmony on her pussy, while my tongue played the counterpoint on her tight little sphincter. 

Soon I could feel the flutter in her muscles, and her anus was convulsing under my tongue like a mouth desperate to breath. 

Her orgasm came suddenly and sent a shiver through her body to her very bones. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her chest heaved like a pair of bellows. She let out a moan of exquisite ecstasy and I felt warm liquid run over my hand, between her legs and onto my chest. 

She could barely stand, as she gasped to draw in great lungfuls of air. Her hands were pressed up against the glass and her butt stuck out in a most pleasing way. 

She slowly opened her eyes, disbelieving that such incredible pleasure was even possible, and found herself staring into the eyes of an astonished looking man on the other side of the glass. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, "That guy can see me!" 

"Of course, my dear," I said as I licked my fingers clean, "you didn't think we were finished here, did you? We're only just getting started." 

Part 2 

She tried to push her weight off the glass so that she could cover her completely exposed bottom half. Unfortunately I had though of this and her hands were now adhered to the glass as if they had been glued there. 

"Shit, why can't I get free?! They're all staring at me!" He face was beetroot with shame. 

Sure enough, a small group was gathering outside now, ogling her naked form. I no longer felt it prudent to keep their attention elsewhere. Some where pointing, others laughing, quite a few looked concerned. They were trying to make calls on their phones, but were finding the reception non-existent. Likewise, the teenager with the camera phone, was having a frustrating time with the focus of his subject matter. 

I am such a terrible tease sometimes. 

With her bottom half bare I decided to up the ante slightly. My hands moved up and cupped her breasts from behind. I gripped them tight, weighing them alternately and, finally, gently began squeezing her erect nipples with a thumb and forefinger through the material of her top. 

"No, no, no," She moaned, but it was a moan of pleasure. I hooked both by thumbs under her top and lifted up and over her breasts. They rose with the top, resisting spilling out, until they could fight gravity no longer and bounced free. I left the top lifted just over her breasts and cupped them again, squeezed them together, and began to nibble at her neck. She moaned deeper, more insistent. I pushed her gently, but forcefully up against the glass and held her there, so that her breasts were crushed up against it and flattened out, just millimeters from the faces of the onlookers. 

With her top half secured I was able to free up her ankles by stepping on her tights and helping her to lift her legs out of them. She tried to clamp her legs together, and turn her body away from the window again, but I held her ass cheeks tight and pulled her back up. Then, using my feet, I forced her to spread her legs apart, at the same time tilting her pelvis so that her ass was sticking out. 

I was no longer wearing any pants. 

Had I ever been wearing pants? You mortals are so strange with your instance on continuity in your reality. 

If you have never seen the cock of an immortal, then I pity you. It is something truly to behold. It's length and girth are, at the least, equal to the very largest mortal cocks out there. It is sleek as a buttered otter, with knotted veins pumping it full of enough hot blood to make rock-hard seem like a limp noodle. 

She tried to squirm loose, but I kept her thighs propped open with my knees. I could tell she was staring into the eyes of the gathered strangers now. Her heart was beating furiously in panic. I slid my cock between her thighs so she was astride it, her dripping pussy pressing down on my shaft. I began a rhythmic thrust that repeatedly brought the tip of my glans into contact with her aching clitoris. Ringing it, like a bell. 

She stared out the window, mortified, still panting heavily. Whatever physical process it was that brought blood to her cheeks as a blush, also sent in pumping into her already inflamed vagina. It swelled with desire. She was furious with her body for these unwanted urges, but the more she fought it the deeper it dug in its claws. I held her breasts, each too big to completely contain in one hand alone. The bounced and jiggled against my palm, the hard nipples brushing my thumbs with each thrust. 

I was sliding all over her like a car on a icy road. Feeling the time was right, I used a hand to guide my manhood towards her curtained entrance. My tip lightly kissed the opening at first, and then began to gently knock on the door, gradually growing more insistent. She moaned as she felt herself stretch to allow me entry into her sacred sanctum. There was a moment when it seemed I might not fit. My massive shaft began to buckle as I tried to thread the needle of her precious cunt. She shuddered with a mini-orgasm as she relaxed her tight vaginal sphincter and let me plunge deep inside her. 

The walls of her pussy closed in tight around my member and seemed to suck on it like a boiled sweet. The heat and silkiness brought even I, one of the greatest lovers of all time, close to the edge of an all to early climax. I beat back the desire to pump her full of my seed with deep breaths, willing my stomach muscles to stop their contractions. 




Yoga Tights



She had dropped her head, too ashamed to look up at the people outside, that they might not see the rampant lust written across her face. I placed hand under her chin, and raised her head so that she was once more staring into their eyes. 

Something was happening to the people outside too. As I said, I have a strange effect on mortals. The teenager had a hand down his pants and was quite openly playing with himself in public. He was not the only one. The business man, who was the first to stop, was massaging a bulge in his trousers, and several of the women were looking flushed, their hands trembling over the crotches of their skirts. One even had a hand through a open button in her shirt and was teasing a hard nipple under the soft fabric. 

I started to thrust, gently at first, and then in a deep, hard rhythm. I began to circle her anus with my index finger, before hooking it, and plugging it into her butt-hole, sending another spasm of pleasure through her body. I thrust it in and out in time with my plunging cock. "More," she moaned. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I lied. 

"Give me fucking more, I want more and I want it harder and deeper." 

I obliged by upping my tempo and by introducing a second finger into her tight little asshole, now puckered and pink with desire. 

Her second large orgasm was every bit as strong as the first. She was now wantonly staring out the window at the crowd, as they stared back at her, slack-jawed. Men had begun to pull their cocks out of their trousers the better to stroke them, and women had hiked up skirts and unbuttoned jeans to stuff their fingers into their eager little orifices. 

The pulsing waves of her pleasure milked my cock like a thousand tiny hands. I gave in to the sensation and, in a muscle tearing convulsion, I released a torrent of cum into her greedy pussy. Jet after hot jet of semen shot into her, filling her completely with hot white goo that oozed out of her even as I remained plugged in her up to my balls. 

Her breathing was ragged now, she was exhausted from having her body take to the very edge of the mortal realm of pleasure. But I, not being like mortal men, was not yet done. I pulled my cock out of her with a slurping "schlock." Semen poured out of her like cream from a jug, pooling on the floor in a large puddle. 

Spilling your seed might be where your fun ends. When people call me insatiable, I am exactly that, there is no way to quench my lust. Only the utter exhaustion of the other participant is enough to make me stop once I get going. 

My mighty cock dipped for a second, and the sprang up with renewed vigour. I still kept my two fingers in her anus. her orgasmic contractions had come close to breaking them. 

Now that is a place where I want to insert my cock. 

"I can't, no more, she muttered, I'm too tired." 

I ignored her pleas, this woman had not yet know the full extent of the pleasure I could bring her, and I never leave a task unfinished. 

I placed my penis between her ass cheeks gently stared to rub up and down. My dick was glistening wet with her sweet nectar, but I am a generous lover, so I placed a thumb in her mouth and let her suck on it until saliva was running off it. Then, carefully, I placed it at the entrance to her anus and pushed it inside her, moving it around so as to lubricate her for what was to come. She mewled like a kitten. 

For the grand finale I removed my thumb and replaced it with the tip of my shaft. She was making soft cooing noises now. If it hadn't been for her soaking wet pussy I don't think even I could have entered that tight little entrance. It was like trying to push it through a knot of silk. I place a hand on her throat and spoke into her ear again: "Relax, just relax, it will hurt at first, but I will give you pleasure like you have never know." 

She whimpered slightly, but I felt some give, I pushed deeper. My penis bent. Her hips squirmed and she came close to buckling, but I gripped her hip tightly with my free hand and guided myself in with the other. "Nearly there, nearly there. Ah!" Finally she surrendered herself entirely to me, relaxing her anus enough to grant me the passage that most sacred passage. 

I reveled in the silky tightness of her bowels. Her sphincter contracted and winked, holding me in tight, the walls of her anus were like a warm towel slowly being twisted tighter around the tip of my cock. It was glorious. 

She was gritting her teeth. In the reflection in the window I could see tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "Let it happen," I said softly, "Let this happen like you've always dreamed about. A strange man you've only just met thrusting his cock deep into your anus. Ravishing you and making you come harder than you ever thought possible. 

"It hurts" She cried. 

"It's only for a little while, relax, let me push deeper. You will soon find it is a pain you crave." 

Again the pressure eased and I could move slowly inside her, I was still only about half my length in. 

"Can you take more?" 

"I don't know." 

"Try" 

Hesitation, then: "Okay." 

I slid in another inch, she grimaced. 

"more?" I asked. 

"Yeah." 

Two more inches. Then two more. There was one final push and I was all the way inside her, buried in her anus up to my ball-sack. She trembled in my arms. 

"Now, I'm going to fuck you in your ass, and I'm going to work your pussy in front of all these strangers until you come and come and come. Can you do that for me?" 

"Yes," She said so softly I barely heard it. 

"I can't hear you." 

"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass in front of all these people. I want to come until I pass out out. Fuck me. Fuck me please." 

"That's my girl." 

I started to thrust into her gently. My other hand found my way back down to her velvety folds and worked the little pearl of desire hidden there. I was slow and gentle initially, and her first orgasm took a little while and was disappointingly small. The next was larger, my thrusts had become long and deep. I slipped in and out of her rubbery bowels, driving in up to my root with each stoke. She was shaking uncontrollably now. I had set off a chain reaction of multiple orgasms. Each one building on the last. Each time she thought she had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy I would push her higher, further, and harder. 

Her hands had come free of the glass, but she seemed oblivious to everything except the intense pleasure flooding into her. I lifted her completely off the ground, legs spread, her tender little anus impaled on my cock. I pressed her up against the glass. The crowd were also pressing up against the glass on their side, pawing at her, masturbating furiously as they watched her shudder and convulse with each successive orgasm. There were wet smears where two of the women, in orgiastic abandon were rubbing their bared pussies against the cool glass. 

I rode her like that for as long as I could possibly hold back my climax even immortals have limits. Her screams of unfettered delight, the sucking draw of her ever-tightening bowels pulled me to the heights and pushed me off the top. I felt myself plunge, my toes went numb and my upper body shook. Radiating pulses of pleasure pulsed through my cock and caused it to burst like an uncorked champagne bottle. The force of semen blasting deep into her intestines set Emma off on her final and most earth-shattering orgasm. It drew a howl of animal pleasure that shook the window. In the same moment the desires of the crowd outside erupted too, and semen and female ejaculate sprayed over the glass and onto the people unfortunate enough to be in the front row. 

For a moment we all hung there as if suspended in time, joined in this one moment of raw pleasure. Emma and I were both covered in a sheen of sweat, her sweatband had truly served its purpose and she had burned more calories than she ever could have done at real yoga studio. 

Tenderly I lowered her to the floor. She was almost unconscious with sensory overload and exhaustion. She licked the glass where semen was running down on the other side. Then, half asleep she dipped two fingers into her dilated asshole and brought them to her mouth to lap up the cum that was oozing out of her like a cream filling. Lying like that sucking on her two finger, the picture of sated bliss, I let her gratefully hum herself to sleep. 

The crowd outside suddenly seemed to come to their senses. They looked down at their exposed genitals in surprise. Catching the eyes of their fellow sinners, they quickly looked away, shamed face. They all bustled away hurriedly, tucking themselves back into their clothes as they went, never to speak of this strange and wonderful day again. 

And Emma? She woke up the next day in her bed, sore but feeling more satisfied than she had ever felt before. Her deepest, darkest desire had been filled. 

Had the events of that evening really happened, or had they been just a dream? 

She would never be quite sure. All she knew is she still masturbated furiously to the hazy dream-like memories of that evening. 

When she returned to the yoga studio a day later she found only a dilapidated old repair shop, seemingly unused in years. 

And what of Ang? 

I still exist in one form or another, as I have for many thousands of years, and I have no intention of stopping yet. Maybe one day you will meet a stranger, one who helps you fulfill all those wicked little lust-filled thoughts you try so hard to push down deep into your subconscious. Then, you will be left with some pleasant memories, and I will have another story to tell.



Yoga Transforms Wife



My wife started to get back into shape after she found yoga. The experience with yoga helped her to get her mind and body into shape and gave her more confidence than I had seen from her in years.

She is now into jeans I have not seen her wear in years, has let her hair grow longer and is getting her nails down French tipped style and is having a pedicure done weekly as well. She is looking better all the time in her Capri pants, sandals and smaller tops.

Through it all I have been struggling with an affair, having been seeing my college sweetheart, who has been driving me crazy with her body and the sex we enjoy weekly.

My wife told me she has been enjoying the new friends she has been meeting at her weekly yoga classes. She told me most of the class is women, but there are three men who regularly attend the classes. I asked her about the men and she said it was nothing, just guys wanting to get some stretching in.  As I asked her more she told me more of course, which aroused my interest and made me wonder what if anything was going on.

After asking more questions, she proceeded to tell me about the guys in her class. She said Josh was a 33 year old, single, and an avid rock climber and outdoors person. He was nothing special, but a very nice person. Dave was a around 54, my age, and was an avid long distance biker and worked with light weights, as a form of cross training, and finally Jamaal was 45, and a former college basketball player and was using yoga to get back into shape after knee surgery while playing a pick up game. She said they were all nice and she enjoyed being around them and that they made the class more interesting.

Interesting was a strange word to hear coming from my wife, Gina.

One day she told me she would be late coming home from yoga, as there was a party after the class, a potluck dinner. I did not think much of it, as my sister was attending the dinner with my wife. My wife came home around 10PM and said the dinner was fun, and she enjoyed the company of her classmates. 

A week later she told me she was going to a pool party on Saturday for yoga class, and that it was for the class members. I did not think much of it. As the week progressed I noticed my wife seemed to be more tan every day I came home from work. On Thursday morning, I said good bye to my wife while heading out to my car. I pulled away and drove down the block and parked on the other side of the subdivision. I left my car and walked back towards my house. 

Our house has a large outdoor deck surrounded for the most part by trees and natural habitat which provides some seclusion for us when we are enjoying the outdoors and the deck. As I started to approach the house, I went in though the front door and noticed the dog was in her cage and sound asleep. I did not see my wife and sent upstairs, and noticed the bathroom door in the master bedroom was shut. I went to my desk room and hoped my wife would not venture down the hall after leaving the bathroom. I heard her exit the bathroom and start to head downstairs after about five minutes. I heard her downstairs getting some coffee started for her morning. As I was upstairs I had a perfect view of our deck and when I looked outside I noticed a lounge chair had been set up, a chair I had not seen before. It looked like a massage type of arrangement with the front set up for placing your face in, there was more to the chair and I did not notice the other features, but would see them later and understand their functions in more detail.

I heard the sliding door open and saw my wife walk out onto the deck. I was stunned as she appeared in a tiny string bikini, and it was apparent she had been working on her tan, as she was a golden bronze. For the first time, I noticed her hair was more blonde than I had seen in some time, as the sun had bleached it, as it used to when we were first married and we spent more time in the sun.  In addition, I noticed a silver anklet and silver bracelet. Her body was great and I could tell she had been doing more than yoga, and it appeared to be a form of weight lifting, as her torso was cut and her muscle tone was more than I ever remember. 

She started to put lotion on her body running it up her legs, stomach, arms and face, getting the entire front side, and I was thinking I could come down later and do her back side. As she lay down, I watched her lay there for some time and then watched as she started to run her hands up the inside of her legs and rub near her womanhood, and then work her way up and over her nipples.

As she was doing this I heard a car approach the house, it was a nice looking black Lexus. Out of the car came a young looking man with longer black hair, sun glasses, and a day old or longer growth of beard, wearing a tight fitting biker type of shirt and cargo shorts, and sandals. He did not approach the front of the house but came around the back and surprised my wife with a loud hello Gina. My wife jumped up laughing and said hi, Josh. Josh said she looked stunning, and walked over and gave her a hug, while my wife hugged him back. She said she was getting ready for the pool party on Saturday and wanted to be in the best shape and the best color she could be in. Josh said she appeared to be ready, and asked how her back looked in terms of color. She said she probably needed some work and asked if the could put lotion on her backside. He said he could but would need to lose his outer shell to ensure he did not get oil on his clothes. I did not realize how large Josh was in terms of muscularity until he gave my wife the hug. Gina is 5'3", and about 120 pounds. Josh appeared to be around 6'1" and 185, with huge fore arms and as I was about to find out a great body. Josh lost his shirt and slipped his shorts off to reveal a V-Shaped torso, great chest and abs with black hair covering his front side, and the classic line disappearing into his speedo. His definition showed through the light covering of hair on his body.

Gina turned on to her front side and Josh straddled the lounge chair with his legs on either side of the chair and proceeded to rub lotion my wife's arms, back and legs.  He took his time working his way up her legs, and then up her back and up her arms. She was totally relaxed, and Josh lay down on the deck and let her bake for a while. I was taking in the scene when Josh got up after about 30 minutes and whispered something into Gina's ear.

My wife rolled on to her back, and Josh worked a lever underneath the lounge chair and the chair raised up with the use of a hydraulic type of function until my wife's was level with Josh's waist while he was standing. Josh said something else to my wife and proceeded to pull arm rests out of each side of the chair, as well as legs rests which he pulled away from each other. My wife was now spread eagle on our deck. Josh started to rub lotion on my wife's front side. She was getting into the attention, when he unsnapped her top and let it slip to the side of the chair, while rubbing his hands over her distended nipples; he worked his way down her torso and started to rub the fabric of her bikini bottom.  As he did this he stopped and pulled his speedo down to reveal a g-string holding a formidable package in its own right. He stepped to the side and reached into the one of pocket his cargo pants and pulled out four pieces of a Velcro like strapping material. He bent down and whispered to my wife again, and while laughing gave her a long kiss on the mouth, as she kissed back with passion. He went to her bottom and removed her bikini bottoms and she was completely naked and I realized she had no tan lines; it was the first time I had made this connection. I also realized he had no tan lines either at least to this point, as there was still more of him to reveal.

He took the straps and used them to bind her arms and legs to each rest and spread her a little further, and from my vantage point I could see her cut muscles glistening in the sunlight, and again saw a new feature of my wife, she had shaved her cunt hair and just a hint of hair remained on her honey pot. Josh stepped back and admired his handy work, and grabbed more lotion and told my wife to enjoy the massage. He started at her head, working her face, and neck area while kissing her frequently as he worked his way down to her chest where he kissed her nipples while working them with his hands and fingers. He went further down her body kissing her navel area while working the massage oil past her cunt down the insides of her legs to her feet; she was moaning and asking him to let her cum. He worked his way back up to her cunt, knelt between her legs and starting to lightly run his tongue up her slit, I could see her hands gripping the sides of the arms rests, as she was moaning, he started to lick harder and stronger, occasionally slipping a finger into her opening, he asked if she would like to feel his cock inside her and she said she was not sure she was ready to venture there yet and might want to wait until Saturday as today was just to get her physically ready to handle larger packages. I knew now Saturday was more than a day at the pool with her yoga friends.

He said he would consent to her wishes, and asked if she wanted to try a model of one of the packages, she said she could do that, and he went to his bag and pulled out a model, which he said, was of him. It was 8 inches long and though not extremely thick still had some girth to it. He inserted it into her cunt and started to slowly run it in and out of her cunt, while kissing her nipples and lips and running it more forcefully in and out, she came in a few minutes.

After she regained her composure, Josh moved the table back to where is was at a normal position and unbound my wife, she got up and gave him a big kiss and hug, and started to kiss his lips while running her hands down his front side, over his nipples down his abdomen, and across his g-string, while slowly kneeling she licked her way down his hairline to the top of his g-string and fingered herself while licking past his covered cock to his ankles. She whispered something to him and he laughed, got up on the table and lay down. My wife spread the arms of the table and bound his arms to the table, as she did this she went to his feet bound his legs to each rest and spread his legs leaving his g-string on. She went to his mouth and gave him a long kiss while running her hands across his chest and down near his g-string, never actually touching the g-string or the contents within. She proceeded to massage his body, she gives great massages. She worked his arms, chest and legs for over an hour, and he was shaking, as she spent time licking his nipples and up and down the insides of his legs during this time, while never touching the package being held by the g-string, which appeared ready to burst. 

She stopped and told him she would finish him with only her mouth, which she has done to me on numerous occasions. She said to do that she would have to cut his g-string off his body and he said to hurry. Grabbing a pair of scissors she cut the fabric from his body and his eight inch cock, the real model sprang to attention. It was hairless from the balls up, and standing at attention. She bent forward with hands behind her back and licked her way up his balls to the top of this head, and licked around the head and slit, he is oozing pre-cum. She asked if he wanted to be finished inside her mouth or inside her cunt. He was mumbling something and she said she would show him the choices, so she sank the length of her mouth on to his cock and worked up and down a few times. She said he should feel the second choice, and proceeded to climb up on the table, and squatted just above his cock with her honey pot glistening, she grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, moaning while doing it, she said she needed to feel the real thing to get ready for Saturday. She held his cock and then squatted down just letting the head enter her, she moaned again, while he was moaning and rose up and down several times. He finally said he wanted to be finished with her mouth. She jumped down from the table and went to his cockhead and said to get ready, he was harder than any cock I had ever seen. He was a specimen for sure, rock hard body and my wife started to suck and lick him, while working her fingers up and down her own slit. She worked on this cock for a few minutes and finally just sucked the tip, as he was starting his eruption; she sucked him further, and started her own orgasm, as they came in unison.

Josh and my wife got dressed and said they would see each other on Saturday for more action. My wife came upstairs and into the desk room to see me naked in my chair, and said she thought someone might have been home. She said that until I ended my affair, she would continue her escapades. This was the first and not the last, and that I would not feel her mouth until I ended my escapade. 

She said if I wanted to watch on Saturday, she would allow me to stay in a bedroom overlooking the pool at her friend Jamaal's place, and view her wife being taken by a black man. I told her I would stop my affair, and she said that would be fine, but that she had made a commitment to Josh, Dave, Jamaal and another person that she would be there regardless on Saturday.

The other person would be known on Saturday. She said it was another woman.  Finally she said she wanted to see me jerk off, as I was hard as a rock. I did and wondered what Saturday would be like.     As Friday came and went, I was starting to wonder what Saturday would bring. Saturday morning my wife woke and went to the bathroom, and started the shower. She said she would be living for the party at 11:30, as the party started at 12:00PM sharp. She told me I could watch her get ready if I was interested and might be able to help her. She said if I did not, she would attend another party next week, and it was part of payback for my affair indiscretions.

She walked past me wearing my White Sox jersey, and I knew she was naked underneath. She told me to strip off my shirt and to put on my long pant pajamas bottoms; I did as I was told. She told me to remove her jersey, and to lather her legs and to shave them. I did as I was told and started to become rock hard. She said for me to lather between her legs and to shave around the lips and to leave a landing strip of pubic hair. I did as I was told and could see her wetness. I was leaking pre-cum, and my pants were starting to become wet and sticky. She walked into the shower, and spent a long time in there while I waited for her to return. I was told to towel her off, which I did. After I finished drying here, she went to her dresser and pulled out a small string bikini bottom and top, and put them on. I was trying not to cum in my pants. She told me to lie down on the bed, as she had to make sure her lipstick was the correct color for the day. She put on red lipstick and proceeded to rub all around my cock with her hands, and then gently kissed my cock just the tip and looked at it to ensure she could see the lipstick on my cock head. She removed the red lipstick and put on a peach color and did the same thing with my cock to ensure she could see the color. I was wondering why peach as it was hard to see. She decided to start the party with the peach color. She left me there and told me that I could come to the party if I stayed in the upstairs bedroom and that I would have a full view of the activities.  Rather she insisted that I come to the event or again, she would continue her activities after the party. 

She finished her outfit with a conservative pair of cargo type of shorts, and conservative tank top, wearing her silver jewelry, peach lipstick, very subdued cologne and low flat sandals

She left and I was given the address of the pool party and told to be there by 12:30 sharp, and I would be lead to the upstairs room. Upon arriving at the upscale and very large home, I knocked on the door and was stunned to be greeted by my sister, Liz, dressed in a short white see through cover up, wearing her silver bracelets, and anklets, along with a silver medallion which hung just above her cleavage. Liz is about the same size as my wife in terms of height, 5'3" and weight, 120, but her breasts are much larger. She has super legs and arms, and her blue eyes and short blond hair were both sparkling on this day. She greeted me with a long kiss and told me to follow her to the viewing room, as I entered the room I saw the entire pool area, as the room was set up to overlook the pool and patio. Liz told me it had a one way mirror so no one in the pool area could see me, while I viewed them. She said to get comfortable to and to enjoy the show, and oh yes, she told me to strip, as Gina said I had to watch while naked, and in addition, while tied to a chair so I could not relieve myself during the day I told her I could not do that and Liz calmly pushed me into the chair and said I should rethink it, as Gina was determined to continue her actions if I did not follow instructions. Liz gave me a light kiss and said I would be well rewarded if I did comply while running her hands up the inside of my right leg. I stripped and sat in the chair while Liz bound my arms and legs, and then turned on monitors which provided views of the dressing rooms leading to the pool area.   

As she left I saw a man enter one of the dressing rooms, it was Josh, he entered the room and started to take his street clothes off, and put on his speedo. Before putting on the speedo, he stroked his cock a few times and laughed to himself, as he finished with the speedo another man entered the room, he must have been Dave. He was taller than Josh with a surfer look, sandy blondish hair, with large forearms, and a tapered upper body. He pulled his shirt over his head, and it was covered in a blond fuzz, but you could tell he was very defined. He pulled his shorts down and out popped a large cock, larger than Josh's by a couple of inches, clean shaven balls, and blonde hair surrounding the rest of his ample package. He too pulled on his cock a few times and told Josh he was looking forward to enjoying Gina's lips on his cock. He said she had told him a few times over coffee how much she craved sucking cock, and gave him a few hints of what she could do to a man. He said he left with a tremendous hard on a number of occasions. He was hardening as he spoke, while Josh said he had experienced her mouth and he would not be disappointed.  As they were starting to leave the room, Jamaal walked in and asked the guys if they approved of this home, they said of course. Jamaal was the tallest, about 6'6", black and with a clean shaven head. He pulled his shirt off and slid his shorts down to reveal a small thong type of suit barely concealing his enormous package. He said he was looking forward to having the sisters, Gina and Liz, begging for his male delight, and could not wait to feel their lips, mouth and cunt riding up and down on his member. As they left the room I saw them enter the pool area.

To my right, I noticed the other monitor and saw Gina and Liz enter the other dressing room, and saw Gina lose her cargo shorts and tank top, while Liz took off her cover up. They looked like goddesses, blonde, sparkling and ready for the day. Liz laughed and took a large black dildo from her bag and asked Gina if she thought Jamaal was as big. Gina said bigger, but she wanted to find out. Gina asked Liz to kneel on top of the table and pulled Liz's shorts down and felt her wetness, she took the dildo and slid it into Liz from behind and Liz opened her mouth. Gina asked Liz if she was really ready for this, if not she could leave now. Liz said she was ready and wanted to do this and was ready to experience more than one man. Gina pulled the dildo from Liz's cunt and licked it clean of the juices. They reached into their bags and pulled out even smaller suits, tiny string bikinis, with just buttons covering their nipples and a small patch covering their front area, with strings holding the material in place. They were stunning to say the least.




Yoga Transforms Wife



They exited the dressing room and entered the pool area and were greeted by the three men. They went to a table full of fruit and water and talked while enjoying some of the food. They walked to largest part of the patio area which was covered with yoga mats and Dave said the session would begin with 30 minutes of Yoga. As they each took a mat, they begin to stretch breath and hold their poses. Their bodies were all very impressive and the men were straining to keep themselves covered, as their hard on's were apparent.

As the session ended, Josh said the next event was the cool down and massage session to ensure their muscles were relaxed.      

They were divided into pairs, with Jamaal without a partner. However out of the corner of my eye I saw another person and it was Sharon, one of Gina's massage therapists. She was dressed in standard professional attire, and went to Jamaal. The men would be massaged first. Dave and Gina were pairs, while Josh and Liz paired up. 

Suddenly, I heard Gina's voice clearly and realized she was mic'ed for the event, and quite possibly they all were, but at this point Gina was clear as a bell. She asked Dave to get on the table, as he did she pulled the arm, and leg rests outward. Dave laughed and said he could not believe this was happening. She said to relax, and said she would be using her tongue on his balls and cock in a short while. She started the massage and Dave was starting to shake, as Gina worked his arms, legs and around his stomach never touching his groin area.

While this was happening I noticed Liz was working on Josh, and she was at the point where she had him get up and remove his shorts. He lay back down and she spread his legs further and started to massage his prostate area applying a small amount of pressure, as his eight inch cock was standing at attention. She bent down and lightly kissed the head and slit area.

Sharon was working on Jamaal and he was glistening the sunlight, as she worked his chest and stomach area. She had stripped down to a one piece suit, and was sweating from the workout she was giving to Jamaal. Though he still had his suit in place, it was straining to hold his member. I heard Sharon turn on her mic and say to Jamaal, she was getting him ready for Gina's mouth and he should relax as first she had to take care of Dave. Jamaal moaned and said he would need to stop and watch Gina take on Dave when the time was right. Sharon said she would oblige him. 

I heard Liz talking now and it suddenly dawned on me that the sound system was being run by someone and quite possibly this was being video taped as well. Liz told Josh she was ready to turn up the heat so to speak, and as she said the other couples stopped and turned to watch the action on the middle table. Dave sat up and turned to face the middle table while Gina stood behind him and rubbed his stomach lower and lower while also rubbing his legs and kissing his neck and ears, his cock had grown to over 9 inches, closer and was dribbling pre-cum. Jamaal sat up as well, and turned and Sharon worked on him in the same fashion, though his cock was still bundled in his suit.

Liz knelt between the spread legs of Josh and while rubbing her slit, she started to lick his balls and scrotum area. She was rubbing her slit through her suit. As she moved upwards, she stopped working on herself and started to rub up the inside of Josh's legs, and his cock jerked skyward. She was a vision of beauty, as there was a sheen on her from the sun tan lotion and her own sweat. She told Josh he could have her mouth or her cunt, and he was free to choose, I think I heard he older sister say that to Josh just days earlier. She said she was better with her cunt than her mouth. Josh asked for her cunt and she moved upward and kissed his cock with her mouth, while swallowing him half way down his eight inch length. She stood up and removed her skimpy barely legal outfit and was naked in all her glory, and not one inch showed a tan line. She presented Josh her nipples and he kissed and licked them while lowering his hand to her honey pot, where he inserted a finger and started to caress her there. While doing this Liz rose up on the table and held Josh's cock upward and asked for assistance from Dave and Jamaal, she asked them to hold her over Josh's cock while Sharon held Josh's upward. Dave walked toward the table and Gina followed him and continued to run her fingers with her French cut nails down his abdomen close to his cock, but never touching it, Dave was on fire, and his cock continued to leak pre-cum, while she started to run her hands down his ass teasing his back side, teasing his abdomen and back side were tricks I experienced from her in the past, the best was yet to come for Dave. Sharon was close behind Jamaal as well and she performed the same techniques on him as Gina was performing on Dave, and the material holding Jamaal's cock in place appeared to be getting wetter by the minute. 

As Dave and Jamaal were in position, they raised Liz up and over Josh's eight inch cock, and with Sharon holding it straight up at the base, the guys lowered Liz so just the tip of Josh's cock touched her slit, her juices were flowing down his cock head. Josh raised his head and torso and was on his elbows watching the show, as Liz told the boys to lower her again, as they did half of his mini-monster disappeared into her blonde love box, they lowered again and she hit bottom, Dave put his head back in disbelief and Liz started to moan, as the boys lifted her back up and let just the tip stay in her opening, as they slowly lowered her again, they did this five times with the same interval. As the sixth time came, they started to raise her up and down more quickly, and Josh started to thrust back at her, her ass was slapping his balls. They boys now held her each with one hand under her buttocks and started to caress her nipples with the other hand, Liz was beside herself as was Josh and they came in unison and the boys let her collapse on top of Josh. She kissed him long and hard, and they were left to hold each other. 

Dave was close to cumming by just watching the experience which had unfolded in front of him. Gina continued to rub his abdomen and buttocks, her mic was turned on and she asked Dave if he was ready for his turn. He said yes, and told him to sit on the table, as he did; Sharon raised the table to allow his cock to be level with Gina's mouth. Gina licked her lips and asked Sharon for the red lipstick, she put it on her lips and asked Dave where he wanted her lips, he said his cock and she said how about your balls first. She kissed his balls for the first time and run her finger close to his anus tickling the short hairs of his ass. He was shaking with excitement and anticipation, as she worked her tongue up his balls and towards his cock head. His nine and a half inch cock was pulsing, and the vein was larger than I ever remember seeing on a cock. Gina stopped at the head and kissed his head while holding it with her fingers, the red ring on his cock from her lipstick was almost too much. She held his cock and plunged up and down on his member for almost two minutes, stopping she started to masturbate him with her right hand while running her left hand dangerously close to his anus, while doing this she started to insert her index finger into his anus, which is an unbelievable sensation combined with masturbation, Dave tilted his head back and started to moan and all the while Jamaal was saying he could not believe what he was witnessing, and he was still being held in place by his fabric. She stopped stroking his cock and slowly swallowed him to his pubic bone, and held him inside her mouth and throat, and then started to stroke with her mouth using one hand to stroke him with feathery touches, with the other hand she started to stroke his anus, Dave was moaning, when Gina started to say through lips and mouth filled with cock how much she loved to suck cock and taste cum, and then it happened Dave tensed and started to erupt inside her mouth, Gina was swallowing his huge load. Dave lay back on the table exhausted, as Gina went to his mouth and French kissed him so he could taste his cum. 

Gina went towards Jamaal and with her mic turned on so everyone could hear her, she said Jamaal I have been asked by the women of the yoga class to provide you with a gift of their appreciation for being at Yoga and for holding his party for part of our class.

She gave Jamaal a long kiss on the lips and mouth, and led him to the middle of the yoga mats and asked him to stand in the middle of the area. She started to run her hands up his chest and down towards his abdomen, and down his legs. Sharon brought one of the tables in the middle of the mats, and left it there. Jamaal was asked to lie on the table by Gina, as everyone came around the table in a semi-circle to view the action, Liz was stroking Josh's expanding cock and Sharon now naked and showing her young lean figure was being fingered slowly by Dave. 

Gina removed her bikini and stood over Jamaal and started to caress her nipples and cunt lips with her hands and nails. She was putting on quite a show for the guests and Jamaal, and said she could not wait to feel a black inside her mouth and inside her cunt. She said it was time for everyone to see what Jamaal had been hiding all day. She went to Jamaal's side and started to kiss his mouth while running her hands down his smooth hairless body. She asked Jamaal if she could unwrap his package, and he said yes. She proceeded to lift his waist band and let part of his monster escape its confines. She let the waist band return to it's position and bent down to lick the head of his monster as it lay on his abdomen, it was at least three inches past his waist band and Gina started to talk saying it was beautiful and tasted even better. She asked Sharon to give her the peach lipstick and she put it on her lips, and pulled the suit the rest of way off Jamaal, and out sprang an 11 inch cock with huge balls, the girth was just as impressive as the length.

Gina looked at his cock and said he would never forget this day, as she lightly grabbed his cock and with a feathery touch smeared the massive glob of precum over the head concentrating on running her thumb and forefinger up and down the slit of his monster. He was saying he could not wait to see her lips on his cock. She bent forward and while looking up at him she kissed his head leaving a peach colored ring on the top. She licked her hand with her mouth and started to stroke him up and down while watching the precum ooze from the tip, she slurped it off the slit with her tongue and while swallowing said how good it tasted to her.  Off to the side, Liz stood behind Josh stroking his cock, while Sharon was doing the same to Dave. As she was naked she plunged a finger into her slit and moaned, while Jamaal was moaning as well. She asked Jamaal how he wanted to be finished cunt or mouth, Jamaal said he wanted her to use her mouth but wanted her to taste herself on his cock, and therefore she had to fuck him first. Gina said she could handle that, and started to climb on top of Jamaal but was stopped by Dave and Josh, who said big sis (Gina) would have to experience the same sensation as little sis (Liz) had experienced earlier with Josh. Gina said it was different and they said it was not. She relented but said she would have Thank them first and went to each one and sucked on their cocks for a minute each, she stroked each one for a minute while Liz and Sharon worked on Jamaal by stroking his cock to ensure it stayed hard for Gina. Dave and Josh pulled away from Gina, as Dave sank to his knees, spread her cut lips and worked his tongue up and down her slit while Josh worked on her nipples with his hands and open mouth. Gina was on fire, as the boys lifted her up, while Sharon and Liz held Jamaal's cock straight up, rubbing the slit with their fingers, the boys held Gina over his monster and let just the tip tickle her cunt, Jamaal said come on Gina it is time to feel how good black can be, as the boys lowered her a quarter way down his rod, Gina was moaning, and they let her to down further, she hit bottom at 8 inches and they raised her up and down five to ten times, she said she had to cum and they said not yet. 

The boys raised her off Jamaal, while Jamaal got up and asked Gina to lay on the table, he spread the arms and leg rests and bound her to the table, as the boys went to her bottom area and Dave begin licking her cunt lips and clit, while Josh was teasing her anus, Jamaal presented his trophy to her lips and she sucked him down, he continued to feed his member to her and she sucked with abandon. She was on the verge of cumming when Jamaal released her, she turned towards him on all fours and started to work on him with her mouth and right hand, while Dave positioned his cock at her rear and entered her blonde covered treasure from behind. Dave started a slow fucking motion, as she went to work on Jamaal's monster, she sucked just the head in and licked the slit while running her hands down to his balls, and past them to tickle his prostrate. It looked like he had grown even larger, as Gina concentrated on sucking him deeper, while stroking his cock with her right hand and holding herself up with her left arm, while Dave continued to stroke his meat in and out of her dripping opening, his cock was glistening with her juices and mucus. As Dave was nearing the end, Gina started to go even deeper on Jamaal while continuing to stroke his massive erection, Jamaal threw his head back and I watched as his balls begin to contract towards his body, while Dave's were doing the same. Gina could sense and feel Jamaal about to lose his load, she withdrew her mouth from his cock and I watched her stroke him and his spear was rock hard, she asked him if she should swallow it or let him cum on her, he did not respond, and she said she would just stop stroking until he made a decision, he yelled out for her to swallow him, and she slowly sank her mouth on to his spear and continued to stroke him, he started to erupt and she continued to stroke as her checks puffed out with the volume of his load, she yelled out she loved his taste. He collapsed, while she continued to lick the remainder of the cum from this cock and balls, as Dave came inside her from behind. 

She left the three boys and walked out of the picture with Liz, they appeared in the room I was in and released me from my bindings and laid me on the floor. Gina presented her cunt to me and asked me to eat her while Liz went to my cock and inserted it into her golden treasure, I ate my wife with abandon, as she started to cum, the boys appeared the room and Josh presented his cock to Gina while Dave presented his to Liz. Off to the side of the room, Jamaal was fucking Sharon in a reverse cowgirl position.

It was a scene from an orgy, as Liz was working my cock with her vaginal muscles, I came in an eruption, while working on Gina's cunt she came in a massive orgasm, as Josh was empting his load into her mouth. Liz left my cock and worked on Dave as he came and collapsed. We watched the last couple standing, as Sharon was working on Jamaal's monster, with her cunt, her lips were stretched; Gina and Liz went to her and sucked on each of her nipples, while rubbing Jamaal's balls. In a few minutes Jamaal and Sharon came in a heap.

I still watch the tape, and on occasion Gina milks my cock while I eat Liz, or reverse. Either way, my cock is well taken care of by the sisters.



Yoga Warrior



Yoga made her horny. Not an effect of the motions of her own body. No, it was the men. Men kneeling forward in supplication. Men on hands and knees. Men with their asses up in the air. Men twisted into impossible postures, holding them past the point of comfort. Men breathing deeply, audibly. Toned men, barefoot men, some with their shirts off, all of them gleaming with sweat. 

At the front of the room, a woman. A woman ordering them to do these things and they, these beautiful, sweaty men, obeying simply, without question. Whatever teacher wanted.

She always came to class at the last minute, when the men would have their spaces staked out, would be warming up. They often congregated, surrounded by open areas into which other women-silly twits-were afraid to impinge. She would unfurl her mat in the midst of them, giving each man a hard, evaluating look, letting them know that she'd be doing the judging.

Today, she'd been blessed. A man to the left, a better looking man to the right. Both in shorts. Although the one to her right was very likely gay, he made the better eye candy. She watched him from the corner of her eye as the class flowed through sun salutations, enjoyed the arch of his back, the backward tilt of his head as he reached up to begin each round.

Then the man to her left, heated and damp, removed his shirt and her preference shifted.Jet black tattoos shining like the ink was still wet highlighted the perfection of his torso. His muscles rippled just beneath his skin, elongating into the poses, tightening as he held them. His face was not beautiful in itself but beautiful in its seriousness, in the worshipful way he addressed each posture.

She couldn't keep her eyes from him, turning her head towards him even in the poses where she ought to have been looking straight ahead. In pigeon pose near the end of the hour, she rested her head sideways on her crossed arms so that she could watch him. He lay with one leg bent and one extended, forearms reaching forward, head straining towards the front of the room. A man crawling as low to the ground as possible might stop like this, mid-stride, to seek out his Mistress's eyes and ask for relief.

As she watched him, he made a soft, sharp sound of pain, his body suddenly tense, completely still. He held like that for several moments, not even his eyes blinking, then slowly, consciously, he relaxed again, settling back down onto his forearms, his eyes closing as his head dropped forward in surrender to the pose.

She had to have him, had to hear him make that sound again and know that she had caused it, needed to see him accept the pain, accommodate it, surrender to it. In the dark stillness of Savansana, she lay next to him, replaying that moment over and over, her body yearning towards his. 

When the teacher released them, he stood and turned toward the back of the room where the mat cleaner was kept. She grabbed his wrist, arresting him. He froze, not turning, not speaking, not resisting, telling her all she needed to know. She used his wrist to rotate him towards her, waiting until his eyes met hers.

"Can I hurt you?" she asked him.

"What?

"I want to hurt you," she said with a smile. She dug her nails into the soft flesh of his inner wrist, bending his forearm back so he pitched towards her.

He knelt slowly, with grace and control, showing her he did it voluntarily and not from the pressure she was exerting. His eyes didn't leave hers. She dug her nails in deeper, took a step closer so that her body nearly brushed his. Her other hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back. She leaned down and spoke directly into his ear.

"May I?"

"Yes."

As though she were spotting him in a pose, she continued bending him backwards. One hand pulled his hair relentlessly, the other moved his forearm up and back, fingernails digging deeper into the flesh at his wrist. She bent him until his eyes widened in fear and his breath caught in his throat, then she went one inch lower. That sound: a barely contained gasp of pain. She held him there, watching, waiting for the moment when his shoulders dropped, his face softened, his eyes closed. Acceptance. He shuddered, drew in a ragged breath, and opened his eyes again, seeking her out. He would stay like this as long as she asked it of him.

She sighed.

Her hand on the back of his head released its fistful of hair. She guided him upright, letting go of his wrist last of all. His arm settled lightly beside him, palm resting on his mat. She brushed her thumb against his lips, leaned into him to speak again into his ear. 

"Thank you." 

Her gaze lowered to his shorts, the thrust of his erection there. She smiled. With efficient movements, she rolled up her mat and left the room. She stopped on the other side of the glass door to watch him. 

He knelt where she'd left him, his back to the door, his spine long and straight until it reached the bowed head. Women flowed around him, taking their places for the next class, leaving him in his bubble of man-space.

Not until another man unrolled a mat near his did he move, standing and jerking his mat up like a shield. Carrying it bunched in front of him, shirt in the other hand, he strode quickly to the door. Caught, she melted back into the curtains. He burst through the door. His head turned from left to right, scanning the lobby. She could have touched him then, he was so close. Could have run a hand up his bare back. Or up his bare thigh. 

He inhaled sharply, his chin coming up. As though he smelled her, he spun, found her. He dropped his gaze first, then his head, then, unbidden, the yoga mat so that she could see his erection strain in her direction.

"You can't just leave me," he said.

"I can," she said. And she did.

~~~

He almost didn't answer, not recognizing the number. At the last moment, compelled, his thumb swiped at the screen.

"You had a scene with my mother a few days ago."

"I what?"

"At the yoga studio."

"Your mother?"

"Don't worry. I'm not a child."

"How did-"

"I was there."

"But how-"

"I work there. I looked up your number. Are you mad?"

"I don't know. Why-"

"Her birthday is coming up."

"Oh."

"I'd like to get her something she really wants."

"She doesn't want me."

"She does, or she wouldn't have stayed to watch you."

"But then-"

"Anticipation. Denial."

"Yes."

"So will you?"

"Yes." 

And he drew the first full breath he'd drawn in days.

~~~

He knelt in child's pose, head all the way to the ground, arms stretched forward in supplication, the tile of her foyer cold against his nipples, the bow around his neck a little too tight. He waited, not counting the minutes, not feeling the passage of time. Every moment was this moment, this perfect moment.

When the door opened, he bristled, displeased that the exquisite stillness of waiting for her should be disturbed. And then, realizing that it was her, his heart swelled, his breath expanding up into his throat, tightening the ribbon against it.

Her heels tapped as she circled him, slowly taking in every angle. The toe of her shoe traced his side, burrowed into his armpit, came to rest on top of his shoulder pressing him even lower. She picked her foot up, circling again, stopping in front of him. This time the toe of her shoe lifted his chin. He shifted to sit up.

"Stay."

He settled back against the floor, lifting only his chin against the pressure of her foot, meeting her eyes.

"Whose gift are you?"

"I have a tag."

She nodded. He sat up. The steel cock ring around his balls had been decorated with a tangle of curly pink ribbons. She leaned down, found the tag attached to the ring and yanked it free. He swallowed the need to groan.

"My daughter knows what I like," she said, letting the card drop onto him. "I've had a bad day. Perhaps you'll improve it. Or perhaps I'll inflict it on you."

She stood behind him, the toes of her shoes resting on the bottoms of his feet. She released the ribbon at his neck and he inhaled deeply, feeling the free rush of air into his lungs. Before he could exhale, her hand had replaced the ribbon, pulling him back against her body. She rocked forward onto her toes, so that he carried her full weight between his feet and his throat.

"It was your tattoos that caught my attention," she said. "They're very well done. I'll have to get the name of your artist. I might have . . . others to send to him."

He struggled to stay still against the fire in his feet and the rising panic of breathlessness. Struggled to stay silent against the suggestion of . . . others.

She traced a hand down his chest to the bold design on his side.

"For a mistress?"

"Not that one."

She released him, circling again, came to stop in front of him where a single line of black ink rose up from between his tightly pressed thighs. Her foot nudged at his knees, separating them. Her toe traced the flower she found high on his inner thigh, the sharp heel of her shoe brushing along his cock.

"This one."

"Yes."

"Did it hurt? Worse than the others?"

He hesitated. "Yes."

"Yes and?"

"And it was awkward. My cock . . . "

"Mm." She tilted her heel and ran it under his cock, all along the length of it. "Your cock liked it too much."

"Yes."

"Because it hurt?"

"Because it was for her."

"Where is she? This mistress?"

"My mistress doesn't play with me anymore."

She came along his side, lifted his left arm by the wrist, traced her fingers from armpit to hand. She took his ring finger and bent it backwards, gently at first.

"You were wearing a ring last week."

"Yes."

"Where is it now?"

"I took it off. It didn't seem appropriate."

She continued bending his finger until his eyes watered. He licked his lips, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to distract himself from the pain in his hand. Her eyes met his coolly, like he was a vaguely interesting science experiment. He stifled the need to whimper. Abruptly she dropped his arm. He let it fall beside him, resisting the urge to wiggle the bone in his finger, to make sure it was still in one piece.

"Like I said, I've had a bad day. There's wine in the kitchen. Bring me a glass."

She left him. He spun on his knees to follow her movements through the foyer into the room beyond. Then he rose, exploring tentatively, finding the kitchen, finding a glass, finding the wine. Not touching his cock. He hadn't relieved himself before coming, though he had no illusions that she'd do it for him.

He brought the wine into the living room and knelt before her, his bowed head between his arms holding the glass out to her.

"Stay," she said, taking the glass.

He cupped his empty hands, offering them up to her, his torso forming a perfect arch. She lifted her legs, placed them on his back, crossing her legs at the ankle. The hem of her skirt brushed his nose. He could smell her damp heat. If he could lift his head he could see up her skirt to that dark moistness, but she had said stay and so he stayed. 

His thighs and arms trembled to hold the pose. His ears strained to catch her smallest shift. He breathed deeply. In through the nose, out through the nose. Every breath delivered her to him.

When at last his muscles failed him, he slumped forward, his torso coming to rest on his thighs, his arms on the floor. He heard the clink of her glass on the end table, felt her legs shift off him, her feet landing on one side of his head. He choked back a sob of failure.

"On your back," she said.

He rolled, not daring to rise to do it. When she stood above him, he closed his eyes against her disappointment.

"Legs straight. Arms over your head. Stretch."

He couldn't stifle the sigh of relief as blood flowed into his legs and out to his fingertips. He couldn't stop the blood from further swelling his cock, knowing she was over him, watching him.

"Can you do a headstand?"

~~~

She admired the long line of his upside down body, the way his cock fell straight along his stomach. It grew purple as he balanced, the blood flowing in unable to return uphill past the cock ring.

"I wonder if you could come this way," she said, running a finger along his cock lightly. "Without falling over. Do you think you could?"

"I don't know."

"Let's find out," she said, smiling at the thought. "I give you permission. If you can manage it." She stood at his side, careful to provide him no support. She wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking it, the movement deliciously backwards as she stroked from balls down to head, the curls of ribbon dancing beneath the ring.

His strangled moan pleased her. His hips jerked and his body swayed in response. 

"Careful, now," she said, tugging on the cock ring to upset his balance further. He nearly toppled, her hand on his cock the only thing keeping him upright. "Cheater." She laughed, but she kept stroking him, enjoying the stifled sounds, the repressed twitches.

Not sure which she liked better-his reaction to pain or his reaction to pleasure-she reached down with her other hand to catch his nipple. Holding it tightly between pinched fingers, she ran her thumbnail through it.

He whimpered. 

She squeezed his cock hard, circling the head with the pad of her thumb.

He groaned.

She increased the speed of her cock hand, increased the pressure of her nipple hand, watched the purple of his cock deepen, the red of his nipple tighten, his face bunch with concentration and desire. She drank in his rushing breath, the sounds that escaped through it. Knowing he was close, she released him abruptly. His cock moved to follow her hand and he went over.

"Well," she said, standing over him where he lay in a tumbled heap on his back. "I guess you don't come tonight. But that was never very likely, was it?"

He shook his head.

"Knees recovered?"

"Yes."

"My turn then."

He scrambled to his knees.

"Ah, you like that idea." 

"Yes."

She put her hand on his head, pushing it down. She slid her hands up beneath her skirt, found the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her knees.

"With your teeth."

He lurched forward, caught the crotch of her panties in his mouth and took them down to the floor. He tilted his head to look up at her, waiting. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time while he held them steady. She sat on the couch, beckoned him to her. He came forward on his knees, ducking his head into her skirt, his hands curling under her thighs. 

She lifted her skirt so she could see his head moving against her, the fine line of his shoulders tense against her thighs. As the pleasure built, she reached a hand beneath him, finding the nipple she'd worked earlier, rubbing it between her thumb and finger so that he gasped into her. The quiet stillness with which he accepted pain deserted him in these moments of her pleasure. When she came, the single moan that escaped her was not as loud as his own.

She released his nipple. She allowed his head to retract slightly, until only his nose brushed her.

"Stay."

She picked up her wine glass and sipped her wine, a little too warm now but still heady. His hot breath feathered against her. She stroked her hand through his hair, relaxed and drowsy, giving only the occasional tug. When she was ready, she put down her glass and urged him forward with her heels on his ass.

"Again."

~~~

He walked, fully dressed, shoes on, back into the foyer, his ring a heavy weight in his pocket, his pants stretched uncomfortably across his still-hard cock. Unsure of the protocol, he approached her on his feet. She snapped her fingers at the floor and he knelt before her quickly, touching his head to the ground.

"Where's your ring?"

"In my pocket."

"Put it on."

He knelt up and fished the ring out of his pocket awkwardly, the fabric tight between his erection and his thighs. He slipped the black band on his finger. His wife's collar.

"You say your mistress doesn't play with you anymore?"

He nodded, his neck bent beneath her gaze.

"What you mean is that she doesn't ask you to serve her in the way you want to serve."

He kept his eyes on the ring.

"This is not submission," she said. She pressed her toe against his crotch. "This is masturbation. Go home. Ask your mistress for forgiveness. If you're lucky, she'll give you punishment."

~~~

From the door to the studio she spotted him. He knelt, his shirt off, his head down. She rolled her mat out next to his. She stretched gently, not giving him leave to move, enjoying the stillness of his back, that graceful line broken only by the bent head. She didn't speak to him before class, nor after class when he rolled from Savansana straight back onto his knees. She stood to leave.

"Please," he said.

She stopped in front of him. He leaned back and pulled an envelope from beneath his mat and handed it to her. She removed a sheet of paper from the envelope and read the lines written in a feminine hand. Beneath them, in more masculine writing, the name and address of a tattoo parlor.

"I won't see you again," he said when her head lifted from the page. "I'll be doing my yoga at home now."

"A good idea."

"I couldn't in public anyway, not dressed like this. I'll be wearing a cage for a while. Until she trusts me again."

"So she tells me. Another good idea."

He lifted his head to look at her. "Thank you."

She stepped into him, ran a hand over his cheek bone, pinched her nails into his ear lobe and smiled when only his eyes winced, his body held tautly still.

"Be good," she said. She left him kneeling and this time she didn't look back.

*****

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