The Yoga Goddess: Part I (FM)

Part I: I Meet the Yoga Goddess

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I have been attending classes at the Evolution Yoga Studio for about two months. Yoga has become part of my lifestyle, for spiritual and physical purposes. I was initially nervous I would feel embarrassed as a 32 year old male attending yoga, but I have been pleasantly surprised by the welcome I’ve received. While I am no sculpture of David, I have gained confidence in my body. Especially my lower half, where my days spent playing baseball as a catcher still reveals some definition in my thighs and butt. My nervousness also extended to my mental and physical responses to seeing attractive women in skin tight clothing. Yoga has always been erotically charging for me, even when practicing by myself. Luckily, I have avoided any embarrassing signs of arousal so far.

My confidence grew, and two weeks ago I began attending hot yoga classes. With me being comfortable with my sexuality, seeking comfort in a hot room, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, I purchased a pair of skin tight yoga shorts that reached about halfway down my thighs. After a few classes, I noticed that as I became sweaty, the definition of my semi-erect cock would appear. No one seemed to notice, so I continued wearing the shorts.

There are women of many shapes in the classes, most of which I can easily fantasize about. But there is one who stands out. We have never spoken, but she is at every class. She’s a natural blonde, her hair always tied up tightly during class. Her bottoms alternate between Capri pants and short cut yoga shorts. My guess is she is always commando, as her hips and ass always appear smooth, with no signs of undergarments.

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Her top is typically a sports bra, which seems to fall slightly short of full coverage of her round breasts. She is toned, but not muscular. Her hips move freely during our practice, which makes her round, voluptuous ass incredibly distracting. I often have to look away from her, so that I do not reveal an eager erection through my skimpy shorts.

When classes end, most people typically scatter. A few stay to speak with the instructor, chat with other classmates, or shower off the layers of sweat. I always stay and shower after class. It is mostly a meditative type of ritual. There are usually only a couple other guys who attend, and they rarely stay after class. It becomes part of my routine to be a straggler after the 7:30 PM class, and I am often the last person to leave other than the instructor, who locks the place up as she leaves.

During one seemingly normal class, the boner-causing girl glances over at me several times. Was I staring? Do I have a raging hard on? Neither were true. It seemed like she would look me in the eye, then quickly gaze down to my visible penis line, then go back to her poses. It was very distracting, but I tried to stay focused on my practice. Her glances continue, maybe 5 or 6 by the end of the class. I swear her movements seem more sexual and sensual somehow tonight. Maybe it was my imagination running wild.

The class ends and the typical scattering ensues. The object of my infatuation stays, however. She speaks with the instructor and seems to be asking for feedback on some poses. I decide to stay back and continue stretching. I stay back and try to look casual, but I was becoming aroused at this point. The girl positions herself with her back to me, and bent, twisted, and stretched, giving me all kinds of views of her amazing ass and body. Even her full pussy lips have definition through her grey, tight capris. To avoid seeming creepy, I stand up and begin heading for the men’s locker room as they wrap up their mini lesson. As I walk, I hear the instructor asking the girl to lock up, as she has to run out right after class. The girl agrees, and I hear the exchange of clanking keys. It’s a cold winter night, and the place seems quieter at this point, as if nearly everyone had scampered off right after class. Before reaching the door to the locker room, the girl speaks, “Hey, you’re the guy who just started a couple weeks ago, right?”

My heart and brain skip a beat, then I reply, “Yeah, I’m still new to this yoga thing, everyone here has been very helpful.”

“Well, you have made a lot of progress in a couple weeks,” she says. “I have noticed you really looked more flexible today, and seem to be building strength. Keep at it, you’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” I reply. “It helps to have people like you around, who I can watch, who clearly know what they’re doing.”

With that, she smiles, almost a little flirtatiously, and we both enter our locker rooms.

I take a moment to sit on the bench and gather myself. “Fuck, she’s hot,” I think to myself, as I look down to see a massive, throbbing boner in my shorts. I know I have to relieve this pressure, like now. I know no other men are here, but I look around and listen carefully for signs of life before pleasuring myself in the open locker room.

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Check, no guys are here. I hear the women’s shower flick on as my hand finds it’s way down myself. I am nearly certain she is the only other person here. I think of her sweaty porcelain skin under the water, as well as her curvy, thick, toned legs. And her plump but firm looking tits. I wonder what her nipples look like. And what her pubic situation looks like. I guess cleanly shaven or some kind of cute landing strip.

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I flop my cock out of my shorts, and start stroking with the image of her in mind. There is no fucking around here, I have to get this out now. I spread my legs, keep stroking and feel the familiar pulsing, creeping sensation shoot up my groin. I would normally never ejaculate in a public place, but the moment overtakes my best judgment, and my cum shoots out in multiple streams. It hits the floor audibly, and I feel immediate relief.

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I am mentally tracking where I deposited my stuff, so I can clean it up later, when I hear the shower abruptly stop. I hear a muffled, “Jesus Christ, again?” It is the girl. She’s pissed about something. I move on, and lay back on the bench, stretching my back. I breath deeply and try to center myself before showering and cleaning up.

I must have wandered into a meditative state, because I shutter when I hear her voice. “Hey are you in here?” She knocks gently, while I hear her footsteps creep through the door to the men’s locker room.

“The women’s shower is shit, and I really need to clean up before work,” she explains. “Do you mind if I shower in here? I can be quick.”

I try to find words, but can’t, and her footsteps get closer. “Uh, yeah, gimme a minute,” I utter. “I can clear out so you can…”

I’m too late. She looks down at the scene of me sprawled on the bench, clearly disheveled. My shorts, diagonally pulled down, with my still semi-erect cock out for her to see. She very well may be standing in my cum, when she says, “Huh, looks like you’ve been having fun.”

I freeze.

“Well, you look relaxed and peaceful, I’ll give you that,” she says. “God, I could use some relief, too,” she ponders.

She raises an eyebrow, smirks, and says, “We’re both adults here, right? I see the way you look at me,” she discloses. “Clearly, we’ve already crossed a line here. I mean, look at you, your dick is still twitching. How about we conserve some hot water and shower together?” She asks. “You can show me some of your hand skills that helped you erupt all over the floor.”

I sit up and study her. She has pale blue eyes, and is perfectly proportioned everywhere. I now realize that she walked over in a white towel. There’s a small gap where the towel doesn’t reach around her fully, and I can see the silhouettes of her round breast, belly, hips, and down her leg. Up close, I can now see that her lips are full, and I imagine them surrounding my hard cock.

“If you insist.” I reply. I turn on my own mischievous face and tone. “I’m all warmed up now, do you really think you can handle these?” I ask as I hold up my hands, exaggerating their significance.

“If not, you still have a mouth and tongue.” She quips. With that, she starts over to the shower area, which is partially open to the rest of the room. There are three shower heads lining the wall, with benches on either side for towels and shower caddies.

“Shit, I forgot my shower caddy with my soap and everything. Can I borrow yours?” I gladly hand over my caddy. I’m thankful now that I’m a man who uses quality self care items, as I can feel good about the things I’m handing over. “I’ll meet you in there, slugger,” she says as she scampers over to the shower area.

“Holy fuck,” I say out loud to myself, along with other related statements of shock, panic, and elation. I gather myself as much as I can, and decid that first I need to pee. I can’t walk into this fantasy situation feeling like I have to pee. So, I grab a towel, and head over to the urinal. I relax as much as I can, to fully empty my bladder. I notice that through a series of mirrors. I can see a sliver of the shower area. Enough to see how stunning she is. Her hip to ass ratio looks more exaggerated than before. And is that a tattoo on her side? I shake a few times and go to wash my hands. With clean hands, I splash cold water on my face, and look myself in the mirror. My inner voice encourages, “Go get it, motherfucker.”

I strut over to the shower area, still in my shorts from class. I can feel the testosterone pulsing in my veins as I approach. I have gratitude that I got the first nut out of the way; the sight of this woman alone is enough to cause an early eruption. She is facing the shower head, the water hitting her chest. My view is her perfectly round ass. I feel my masculine energy pulsating to my middle. She peeks over her shoulder and smiles.

“Here, you can help wash me first,” she says, handing me my bottle of body wash. She then turns to face me, and looks down at my crotch. She bends over and seductively pulls down my tight, sweaty shorts, revealing my growing cock. I’m not fully erect yet, but enough to cause it to bounce as the waistband slides down. She stands, looks down, bites her lip, and gives my hard one a playful squeeze. “That’ll do,” she chimes as she turns back around and faces the pouring water.

Behind her, with a couple inches of separation, I start at her neck and shoulders. I work a lather and run the bottom of her hairline, making strokes down to her shoulders. We have space between us, but my hard on is now firmly poking between her legs. I fight the urge to grind into her and devour her. Her tension visibly releases as I massage her from behind, and I work my way over her entire body, from fingertip to her feet.

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Raising her arms in the air, I glide the soapy lather from her fingertips to her arm pits. It feels very intimate to be soaping this strange woman’s armpits, but I happen to know this is a very underrated erogenous zone. It pays off, as she softly moans while I slide down her arm, onto her chest, and cup her perfect breasts. They are just more than a handful, and I notice the left is slightly larger, but they are still ridiculously symmetrical. Circling her nipples, I lean in and softly ask, “How’s this?”

“Keep going and I’ll let you know,” she replies. I obey. Next was her belly, her soft, sensual belly. I circle the two small moles on her abdomen, and lean in again to nibble her neck. What I’m doing is working, and she is moaning deeply and her eyes are closed. My hands graze by her waistline, when I decide to change course.

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I tease her now clearly aroused, wet, lady bits with a soft passing touch, while I make my way to her feet and calves. Her legs are strong, but feminine. I lather and make long strokes from her heel to her waistline, ever so teasingly grazing by her swelling lips. I make my way to her ass, which deserves it’s own, special attention.

With both hands full, I squeeze her cheeks, and can’t help but to lean in and give a little bite. She jumps a little, looks back and smirks, and I continue lathering her glorious ass. Her tight button of a butthole peeks at me as I lather her cheeks.

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My inner dialogue debates, “Uh, bro, you just met this chick and you’re gonna soap up her butthole? WTF?” On the other hand, “We’ve already gone beyond any social norms here. What the hell, give it a little tickle and see what happens.” I go with the latter. With a new handful of soap, I lather and cup beneath her cheeks, rub the base of her labia, then back to her forbidden hole. I circle gently, she exhales and releases her lowest pitched groan yet. I keep at it for a short while, pressing and circling her asshole, but not going in. She gyrates her hips, moans and exhales more intensely. It’s now time to make her squirm.

I stand, spin her around by her hips, and kiss her deeply. I had forgotten how blue her eyes were. And her full and tempting lips. I fantasized about those lips at the base of my cock, while she looked up with those big, blue eyes.

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I run my fingers through her hair and pull her in tightly. I can feel her sexual tension building, and needing release, just how I was about 30 minutes ago, all alone in this locker room. My hands trave to her perky tits, south to her waistline, and further to outline her pussy lips. Circling inward, I make my way to her clit. Swollen and eager, I rub this way and that, reading her cues for her sweet spot.

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I find it. Her hand grasps mine, begging for more pressure. I vibrate my fingers on her sweet spot, faster, harder, while her breathing becomes more and more intense. She lets out a loud “Ohhhh,” inhale, “Uhhhhhh.” The moans and pleasure shrieks fill the hallow locker room. “Ahhh uhhh I’m coming!” Her orgasm powerfully erupts from her core.

I gently stroke her arms while she comes back to Earth. She looks at me with yearning eyes, and I tease, “Is this what you had in mind?” Before she can respond, I drop to my knees, lift her leg onto the caddy bench, and fully reveal her womanly glory. Diving in, she gasps as I purposefully take her clit in my mouth and suck gently.

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I circle and cross over her clit with my tongue. I alternate between sucking and licking, and change paces as I go. While my mouth is at work, my hands are firmly grabbing her magnificent ass, with an occasional ass slap. She is moaning and groaning again now, her breathing speeding up. To my surprise, while I’m squeezing her butt, she guides my fingers to her asshole. She guides my finger directly to her forbidden hole, and between heavy breaths, begs, “In,” she gasps, “My ass.”

I slide my index finger slowly into her tightness, aided by the lathery soap. I continue licking and sucking her clit and labia, while now fingering her asshole, too.

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“Oh.” Gasp. “Fuck!” Groan. “Fuck!” Her second orgasm was more epic than the first. Her legs quiver intensely, and she screams out her pleasure. I feel her clit expand and then contract in my mouth, while at the same time, her rectum tightens around my finger, then relaxes again. She comes. And she comes hard. I dismount my face remove my finger, and give her a moment to catch her breath.

Once she regains her breath, her lusty eyes peer into mine, and she grabs my cock in one hand, balls in the other, and she does so with purpose. She steers me under the steamy water. It is clear it is my turn to be serviced.

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The lead hand strokes and twists, while the other fondles and teases. She kisses me, more gently than when I kissed her. She presses her suds covered body into mine. Her full tits press into me. Taking a few drops of soap in her hands, along with the existing suds left on her, she makes long strokes from my back to my butt, teasing my ears and nipples along the way.

Then she replicates my move on her, and she drops to her knees to lather my calves, thighs, and upwards. Her long, intentional strokes have a sensual urgency to them. I feel my sexual energy channeling to my midsection as she works. She reaches my ass, and brings her face closer to my pulsing cock. Her fingers lightly graze the inside of my crack, teasing my asshole. Her tongue reaches out and mades a long stroke along my shaft. She looks up and smiles, then licks her way down to my balls, which she licks and teases.

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“I want to be in your mouth,” I utter without thinking. She looks up, concerned for the first time. She says, “I’m sorry, but I can’t take your big dick in my mouth. I have lock jaw, and we don’t need paramedics showing up.” The mood pauses for a moment. “Don’t worry,” she says. “You’ll get yours.”

She shifts herself, shifts me, and cups her wet, soapy boobs, and lowers them onto my aching member. Surrounding my hard one, she presses her tits together, creating a tight, slippery hole for me to fuck. This is not what I was expecting, but it is thrilling nonetheless. Her body moves up and down to please me. She reaches her tongue out to swirl the tip of my head when I thrust forward.

Then another surprise twist. She lifts herself up, no words or looks, and bends herself in half, exposing her beautiful backside to me. I take as many mental pictures as humanly possible. I assume I’m going to fuck her from behind, but who knows what the fuck she’s up to.

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Bent over, she reaches her hand between her legs, grabs my desperate cock, and places it firmly between her thighs, right below her dripping pussy lips. I know better than to question anything. She pulls her hand back, and tightens her strong, delicious thighs around my aching cock. The suction and tension she creates with her legs is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Aided by slippery soap, I thrust into her body.

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“Fuck, this feels amazing,” I let out, appreciate.

My caveman brain is mesmerized by the rippling of her ass. I thrust, and thrust some more. I realize I’m pounding her with all my strength, more force than could be forced into a vagina. Her strength is evident, as she continues to squeeze her legs and leverage my pounding with ease. I’m nearly there. “Fuck!” “Holy fuck what are you doing to me!” I exclaim.

To finish me, she spins back around, gets on her knees, and begins jerking me furiously. As my precum predicts what comes next, she aims my exhausted, desperate cock directly at her face. While I feel my blow building up in my belly, she licks and grazes my tip across her face.

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I can hold it no more. My loads came in force, several of them. The fist shoots straight into her mouth, followed by her cheeks and neck. As I finish, she looks up with lustful eyes, my cum dripping out of her mouth, and off of her face in streams. She licks her lips and smiles.

She stands up, and we look at each other, still gasping, with no words. We finish washing ourselves side by side at different shower heads. Still catching our breath.

We turn off the water, and she grabs her towel and wraps it around herself. I am still naked, dripping, confused, exhausted, grateful. She approaches me and we embrace for a long, firm hug. She pulls back, smiles once more, and walks back to the women’s locker room.

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