Hot Yoga

I walked through the chill autumn air of late afternoon, my mind clattering with a thousand jumbled thoughts and conflicting emotions.
I’m better off I thought.
If I go back and say just the right things maybe she’ll…
Maybe it’s my fault.
What am I gonna do when I have to go back and she’s not moved out?
What if he’s there?
I shook my head as if that would clear the jumble. It didn’t. I needed to find someway to silence the train of thoughts that wouldn’t stop playing through my head, ripping at the emotions like an addict picking scabs just to feel.

We had been together eight months. They were great times. Rebecca has always been a party girl. We met at a party. I had been so turned on when she had grabbed my cock through my pants and invited me back to her place. That thrill of her seduction never wore off. I guess the thrill of mine did though.

I found them in our bed just that morning. My best friend Brad and Rebecca drenched with the sweat of sex, him pounding away, her screaming in ecstasy.

I was too numb to be angry, though I’m sure the anger would come. Right now I walked; walked down old cobblestone sidewalks and past shops and restaurants. I was killing time, hopefully enough for Rebecca to get her stuff out of my apartment so I wouldn’t have to see her again.

My mind returned to the task of finding something to clear it. As I walked I noticed a sign above a corner store that said “Hot Yoga”. I’ve always enjoyed the blissful silence of sivasana after a good yoga workout. Without thinking, I took the stairs behind the corner store to the second story loft where “Hot Yoga” was emblazoned on the frosted glass door.

I went in and was immediately rewarded with the pleasant humidity and warmth of a spa entrance in a luxury hotel and the sweet woody aroma of frankincense. There was a lovely woman standing behind a sort of counter, it you could call a low dresser with an iPad mounted with a credit card scanner a counter.

As soon as I looked up to the woman’s face, I was arrested by her beauty. She had big almond eyes of Forrest green. Her face was soft and smooth and framed by strawberry blond hair that had clearly recently been in a sweaty ponytail. She wore no makeup and lacked nothing without it. She wore a black sports bra and short black yoga shorts in the style that looked like a too short skirt.

“Can I help you?”
Her slightly confused tone caught me off guard and I stammered to explain my precense but all I got out was, “yoga?” As I sheepishly pointed to the door as if yo say “see! It says it on the door, I’m not in the wrong place!”

She grinned. It was just a normal grin but something about it struck me like lightning. I wanted to make this woman smile.

“Our last practice for the day just ended about 15 minutes ago. And…” she drew out the word as she looked me up and down, “most people don’t do hot yoga in jeans and a sweater.”

I looked down at myself. What an idiot. In my rush to achieve clarity and forget, I’d actually forgotten what I was wearing.

My mind raced. I really wanted to do some yoga now, and to be totally honest, I wanted to see this woman do some poses in those shorts.

“I’m sorry, I just…really need, no, I was hoping to…”. This wasn’t going well.

“Let me start over.”

She put her hand on her hip and tilted her head in an “I’m waiting” gesture, so I forged ahead.

“I’m a little off kilter because of something emotional that just happened to me and I was wandering just trying to clear my head and when I saw your sign it reminded me of the blissful silence a great yoga practice can give and in my addled brain the question of clothing seemed immaterial. But, now that I see you aren’t offering classes, I’m sorry I wasted you time.”

I started to turn to go but her raised finger stopped me.

“I never said I wasn’t offering”

“Huh” was all the fell from my mouth in startlement.

“You said you see I’m not offering classes, but I never said that. I said my last practice ended 15 min ago. That doesn’t solve the problem of clothing but as you said, in your brain, clothing seemed immaterial. Did you mean that?”

Her grin had become a bit of a smirk and her eyes traveled the length of my body again before her finger tapped the edge of her beautiful lower lip thoughtfully.

“Clearly you could use some relaxation, and my studio heater is still on, I’m still here, and since most people notice the hours on the door, present company excluded, we aren’t likely to be disturbed.”

She came out from behind the counter and took a couple of steps over to stand in front of me, she leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I could be convinced to do hot yoga without any clothing, if… as you say, clothing is immaterial. So what do you say?”

She was so close I could smell the scent of rose and lavender in her hair and feel the barest touch of her lip on my ear, the combination sent shudders down my spine and a tingling began in my groin.

She didn’t wait for me to answer, instead she grabbed my sweater and pulled me toward the door of the heated studio.

As the door opened, a blast of hot air hit me in the face and I immediately beaded with sweat. The woman was already pulling her sports bra over her head and then fixing her hair into a ponytail. She looked at me, a question on her lips.

“Will you join me?”

I pulled my sweater over my head and began unbuttoning my jeans. She smiled and turned away from me before pushing her shorts down, bending over at the waist as she did. She paused as her shorts hit the floor, giving me a beautiful view of her glistening pussy lips and ass. She wiggled slightly and giggled at the stupefied expression on my face. I was frozen, jeans around my knees, staring at that pink landscape of smooth flesh that begged to be touched, to be licked. Just before I succumbed to the urge, she straightened and turned.

“You can put you clothes in the corner and grab a matt.”

I finished undressing, my erect cock springing up from the confines of my boxers as I lowered them. The heat had already put a sheen of sweat on both of us as she instructed me to stand on my matt facing her for the first pose.

“I’m going to tell you the pose, and demonstrate it. Then I expect you to hold the pose. The better you are at holding the pose, the more I’ll reward you”. Again her grin spoke volumes about what “rewards” might be granted.

The idea of being commanded by this woman, and then rewarded by her, was an entirely new kind of anticipation for me and I was excited to see where it led.

The first pose she demonstrated was warrior two. She stood in front of me, legs spread wide, arms parallel to the floor. Her perky breasts were on full display and her wide legs gave me a full view of her pussy.

My cock throbbed as I fell into the pose. She walked around me, running her fingers from the tips of mine, down my arm across my back and down the other arm. When I shivered, she withdrew her hand and tisked her tongue.

“Maintain your pose. The better you do, the closer I get”

I locked my muscles and held the pose. She began trailing her fingers along my muscles again. This time, her fingers trailed down the small of my back and around my thigh. Her touch was electric but I held my pose. She knelt behind me, assuming the same lunge position, sliding her torso along my back as she did. Her inner thighs were pressed against my outer thighs and I could feel her nipples against my back. She brought her mouth to my earlobe as she wrapped her arms around my chest.

“Shhhh,” she whispered in my ear, “don’t move.” She nibbled my ear as her hands slid down my sweaty chest and stomach. They slid outward and down along my thighs, barely brushing the sides of my cock almost as is by accident as they passed. She gripped my thigh with her hand, pressing her nails in as they slid back toward my groin. This time, her hands went downward and cupped my buttocks, he wrists and forearms pressed against my shaft. I struggled to maintain the lunge position as she slid her hands back and forth, never touching my cock with her hands, but sliding her arms up and down the sides while she nibbled my ear.

Just as my leg felt like it would give out, she rose and beckoned me to stand as well.

“The next pose will be cat cow.” She got down on all fours and demonstrated rolling her spine from hunched upward looking down and bent downward, looking up. My view from behind was mesmerizing as the glistening skin of her thighs enfolded and revealed her labia repeatedly.

“Now, get into position.” She commanded.

I was grateful for the less stressful position and, focusing on my breathing, was soon in a rhythm of pelvic motion that was strangely self-seductive as I focused on my core and pelvic region, I was innately aware of every twitch of my cock.

She gently adjusted my posture with a hand or foot as she walked around me. She also ran her hands over my ass and back almost like she was giving me a light massage. Periodically while in cat pose with my butt lifted and my core lowered, she grabbed my cock and stroked my balls. Then she would run her fingers along my asshole as I shifted to cow, sending a jolt of sexual energy along my curved spine.

I had never experience this level of anticipation before. Normally during sex I was always planning the next position or act, always conscious of trying to perform. This was different. I had given over my control completely to this woman. In serving her every command, I could be free of the expectations to perform that had always prevented me from really being present in my own body. I could feel the orgasm growing, not urgently, but definitely there under the surface. It energized every nerve in my body and had my head swimming in an ecstatic awareness of my own body.

She came around and stood in front of me. Each time my head came up in cat pose, she was a little closer to me. This time she was stroking her pussy with her fingers. Now she was barely inches from my face, spreading her lips clearly showing her clit. It was slick with her juices and I could smell the mild musty smell of pussy. My head went down into cow again. When I came up, my face was touching her pussy and as my mouth reached it, she pressed her pelvis into my face and grabbed the back of my head.

“You may use your tongue” she granted.

I began running my tongue up and down the wet slit of her pussy. I could feel the shudder in her body each time my tongue ran flat across her clit. She tasted salty and sweet and that mingled with the musky smell of her juices and the heat and sweat of the room in a kind of mind altering concoction of tastes and smells. I don’t know how long I was there, on all all fours, worshipping this beautiful vagina, but I would have stayed as long as she wanted.

She released my head and backed away barely an inch.

“Cow” she commanded.

Down my head went, I could hear her moving but could not see her. The anticipation of what would be next was electric.

“Cat” she whispered.

Up my head came. She was standing facing away from me, bent at the waist with her head between her knees. The flexibility was impressive, but it also put her pussy and ass right at eye level. Her fingers were diving in and out of her pussy. She bent her knees slightly bringing her ass down to rest right in from of my face.

“Lick”

My tongue shot out into her pussy and penetrated before licking upward and over her ass. I repeated that rhythm back and forth, each time I locked upward to her ass, her fingers dipped into her pussy. I could see her legs trembling as her own orgasm built. She shuddered and pressed her pussy against my tongue hard, grunting. A flood of juices flowed over my tongue and onto my face and down her legs. She convulsed once more before taking a deep breath and standing up.

She pulled away and stood up.

“You’re such an obedient student. Now I want you in downward dog.”

She lightly adjusted my position again, lightly running her fingers along my back, butt, and legs. She straddled my shoulders and lay against my back, her breast in the small of my back. She gripped my ass, spreading the cheeks. I felt her kissing my back and slowly licking her way around my butt.

“You’ve got such a great body for this” she whispered. Her hot breath tickled my asshole. Her fingers stroked around my ass and across my balls. It was a strain to hold by my weight and hers, and my shoulders were beginning to burn. I focused on my breath and lived inside my core, breathing and feeling the shudders triggered by her touch.

I could feel the stubble of her shaved pussy against my back, the heat of it was a presence I could sense. In a way, it was like I was out of my own body and instead inhabited both our bodies, aware of every touch, every tremble, every sense was intertwined and I inhabited and felt all of it.

Her finger circled my ass slowly, her tongue flashed across intermittently as her hands traveled the backs of my legs. One of her arms wrapped around my midsection, gripping my cock. Her other hand began pushing a finger slowly against my anus. Her tongue flicked back and forth as well as she rimmed me. He hand on my cock stroked slowly up and down, gripping tightly and softly at intervals that matched her finger slowly penetrating my ass. Deeper each time she went before pulling back and putting her tongue to work. I was so close to orgasming when she suddenly release my cock and pushed her self off my back.

“Tree pose now.”

She demonstrated the pose, standing straight, hands clasped between her breasts, one foot positioned against her inner thigh. She balanced on one foot.

“The key to this pose is to clench your thighs and buttocks together.”

I took the pose, my erect cock throbbing upward, a drip of pre cum dangling. She stepped up and with a finger wiped the pre cum from the head of my cock. She put the finger to her lips and licked the pre cum off, inches from my face.

“Mmmmmm…” she moaned, “you taste good.”

I locked eyes with her, as she leaned in and for the first time, her lips touched mine. It was a light, sensual kiss. It communicated intimate assurance. So different from the heated passionate kisses I was used to during sex. But so much of this experience was different already. Her gentle kiss seemed to say “don’t worry, I have you, I’ll take care of you.”

She stepped back, adjusted my foot and hands and pushed my hips forward into the correct position. As she did, I felt my body lock in a way that made the pose easier. I was no longer holding my leg up, I was pushing it into my other thing hard, locking my pelvic muscles to hold it there. My muscles locked as they were reduced the blood flow to my cock, and it began to throb less.

She noticed and grabbed cock and stroked while she nibbled my lower lip.

“Don’t worry, this position will prolong your orgasm.”

She lowered herself, kissing down my chest and abs as she went. When she was on her knees, she kissed head and shaft of my cock. Her fingers grasped and gently squeezed my balls. I stood tall and straight and focused on keeping my muscles locked in. Her tongue played along the ridge of the head of my penis, sending waves of energy through my pelvis and into the rest of my body.

She worshipped my cock, teasing, licking, stroking, nibbling, gripping. Every movement was made in a gently loving way. She clearly wasn’t focused on making me cum. She didn’t jerk the shaft while bobbing her head, instead she was intimate with it like it was a long lost lover she just wanted to kiss and touch and explore. Somehow, despite the pose, she kept me mostly erect.

She kissed and licked her way back up my chest.

“You can stand up straight,” she whispered and as my leg dropped to the floor and my arms to my sides, she gripped my neck and pulled me into a kiss, her tongue running along my lips. Her body pressed into mine. My arms went around her, pulling her close and kissing her back. My cocked throbbed against her belly.

She reached between us and pushed my cock down until it slid between her legs. I felt the wetness of her pussy lips against the top of my shaft. She rotated her hips so my cock slid back and forth against her. She continued to kiss me deeply and passionately. I could feel the anticipation in her body as much as my own.

“I have one more pose for us,” she said, her lips still touching mine. Her breath mingled with mine. I didn’t want to give up even an inch of the contact between our bodies.

“Bridge pose,” she commanded, stepping back from me quickly but reluctantly.

She demonstrated, laying on her back, feet flat on the flood shoulder width apart. Then she lifted her pelvis off the floor until only her feet and shoulders rested on the floor. The pose accentuated the mound of her pussy, now the highest point of her body, and clearly visible with her legs slightly spread.

She stood again as I assumed the position. My cock was throbbing again as I pushed it high into the air, my core fully engaged with the effort. She ran her hands over my abs and chest, across my cock and the front of my thighs. She stood over me, her feet on either side of my head and knelt down until her pussy was inches from my face again. It was dripping and swollen, engorged with blood. It seemed to pulse with her breathing as her hands ran across my thighs. I felt her tongue on the tip of my cock as she eased her hips down onto my face. My tongue began lapping at her lips, eagerly tasting her juices again, and pushing my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. Each time I was surprised by how wet she was, getting a flood of her juices gushing onto my tongue.

Her mouth was fully engaged with my cock as well, I could feel the erotic energy flowing through my body, making me slightly light headed as I felt her energy flow from her pussy, through my mouth and into my chest and abdomen, the out through my cock and back into her. My whole awareness was buried beneath the awareness of that circular movement of sexual energy and the ecstasy it created as it flowed faster and faster, eclipsing my sense of self in a sense of sensual oneness.

She lifted herself off my face and released my cock from her mouth as she stood. I could see her legs were trembling a little, and her pussy dripped on my face as she pulled away.

“Hold this pose.”

She stepped over and straddled my hips. She looked at me with a dreamy hungry look as she slowly rubbed her pussy with one hand and grasped my cock with the other.

“I’m so glad you came in tonight. You’ve proven to be a better student than I expected. Now I want you to hold this bridge as long as you can. When you can’t anymore, you can drop to the floor. Leave the rest to me.”

She held my cock as she lowered her pussy down until the head of my penis barely touched her lips. She held me there, the connection again flowing energy back and forth.

She lowered herself very slightly, penetrating herself on my throbbing cock. I strained to push into her but she shook her head.

“Let me,” she gasped. Her eyes her closed and her head thrown back.

She held my dick in her hand, and pushed it back and forth, running the head from her clit to her hole letting it penetrate just a bit before pulling it back to rub her clit. She was using my cock like a dildo, playing with her pussy and clit at her own pace and rhythm. It felt amazing, and all I had to do was maintain the bridge.

She kept up the same rhythm but penetrated just a little deeper each time. Or maybe she penetrated deeper once every four or five times, or maybe her pattern was more complex. I was lost in the bliss of her warm vagina engulfing my throbbing penis. I felt the muscles of her pelvis each time. Deeper it went. Every time I felt fully aware of her vagina, as if the locus of my being was somehow at the head of my cock, straining to go deeper and deeper into that wonderful warm wet heaven. When she had slid all the way to the base of my cock, she paused and rocked her hips. The motion was exquisite. Not only because the view of her sweaty perfect body above mine seemed out of another existence, but also because I felt every fold of her vagina as my cocked slid around inside. It didn’t slide in or out, just back and forth. It was like we had become one body, with a throbbing connection that stretched and glided between us. I could tell the exertion of my abs to hold the pose was preventing my orgasm, but the effort was beginning to wear me out. My abs trembled and my breath came in ragged breaths.

She stopped rocking back and forth and began moving up and down running the wetness of her pussy the entire length of my shaft, each time coming all the way out before impaling herself fully again. Each time was slow, but the pace was building. She added a rocking of her pelvis. At the bottom of each thrust. Her pace quickened, and her breath also. She was now staring into my eyes, her fingers resting on my stomach. She could feel the trembling, and see my exertion. She nodded her head, giving me her permission to drop the pose.

My abs gave out, and my legs slid out straight. She never lost contact with my cock as she lowered with me. She collapsed onto my chest, her erect nipples pressed into me. My cock was still deep inside her as her lips met mine. She didn’t move her hips, resting with out sexes locked together.

She kissed me deeply, her hands running through my hair. My hands rested on her firm ass. Our breath mingled as we kissed, resting for what we both knew would be the culmination.

She sucked on my lower lip and my tongue. I licked and sucked on her neck. Both of us enjoyed the position, both of us feeling the throbbing of the others urgent desire. We were taming our urgent passions so we could harvest all the sensation we could.

She slowly began moving her hips. First side to side, then in slow circles. All the while kissing my lips and neck, nibbling my ears. The circular motions began moving up and down slightly, the speed of the circles building as the depth of the thrust increased. It was like my body was an instrument she was playing music on. There was the rhythm of the up and down, the melody of the rocking circular motion of her pelvis, the harmony from her kissing, licking, nibbling all in time to the rhythm. The timber of it all was in the way her dominance, the gentle way she commanded me to give myself wholly to her and the way she rewarded my trust with attentive sensual caring. The music she made with my body and hers reverberated through my whole being, entrapping all the energy built up so far and pushing it faster and faster through my body.

The waves of energy were crashing through me like waves on a shattered beach. Her body slid across mine, her pussy engulfed my cock over and over, channeling all our energies together.

She began shuddering in my arms as she continued the rhythm. Her breath was short and ragged, a moan escaped her lips as her back arched and her thrusting took on an urgency I had not seen yet. She shuddered again, and I could tell she was maintaining her rhythm with great effort of concentration as she orgasmed over and over. The waves crashed over me as I felt the muscles of her pelvis contract and throb as she came. I was pushed over my own cliff and my body rocked and bucked under her. All the energy we had built, the fully fury of the ocean of sensuality we had created crashed against the cliffs of my body. I was dizzy and light headed as my body spasmed under her and as her spasmed on mine. The orgasms seemed to last for a blissful eternity of release. As the trembles subsided for both of us, we relaxed into each others arms, breathing deeply of our scent of sweat and sex.

She kissed me again deeply and laid her head on my chest. My cock was still inside her as it deflated. She still pressed her pelvis into me, as if hungry for every bit of sex left between us.

Slowly, she stood and offered me a hand. She pulled me up and kissed me again, pressing her wet body against mine again.

She smiled. “Mmmmm, that was nice. Come, there’s a shower.”

She took my hand and led me to a small locker room with a shower. She turned on the water and pulled me in with her. She gently washed me, never saying a word. Her hands were gentle, the water was warm. It was amazing to be so pampered. The washing was interspersed with more kissing and some petting. But both of us were like sated beasts who had eaten our full. When she was done washing our bodies she turned off the water and toweled me dry. I returned the favor, gently running my hands across her body as I dried her off. There was a reverent servitude to the act, as if I were worshipping my goddess.

When we were both dry, she led me back to the entry and helped me dress. She remained nude as she led me to the door, gave me a final deep kiss and pushed me through the threshold. Her face still had that sexy grin as the door closed and I turned away.

Outside my body thrummed with satisfaction. It was like I was now fully in tune with the universe. I felt deeply every sign of the wind, the flow of the cars, the bustle of restaurants and bars doing a swift business in the early evening. I was one with the world and the world with me. As I walked down the street away from the studio, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what had brought me out in the first place. My mind was clear and open.

It was a wonderful day.

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