[MF] [Long] My older Yoga partner

“Need a ride?” a familiar voice asks. I [F21] look up from my phone to find Tim [M42] staring at me from his black SUV.
“Oh, I’m alright. I’m just waiting for the bus.” I politely decline, waving my umbrella.
“Come on. It’s pouring.” he replies. I check my phone.

Next bus in 20 minutes.

I groan. I hate getting help from people, especially strangers. Well – Tim isn’t exactly a stranger. We have talked a couple of times before during yoga class. Mostly boring small talk about the weather and summer plans, though. I enter his car and am relieved to sink into some heated leather seats after sitting on that cold, hard bench. He drives me home in a comforting silence with the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
“Thank you so much,” I smile before exiting the car.
“Anytime,” he says.
He waits until I am safe in my home before driving away.

*****

“What happened to your friend?” Tim asks with his yoga mat in one hand.
“Oh, Alisha broke her leg while hiking. She unfortunately won’t be joining us for any more classes,” I sigh.

Alisha was the one who convinced me to take this class in the first place. Unlike me, she is a total gym rat. While I am content with my ten minute Chloe Ting videos, Alisha does crossfit and signs up for all kinds of classes. She is the type to wake up at 5 am just to go to Soul Cycle.
“Oh that’s too bad. I hope she gets better soon,” Tim replies as he unrolls his yoga mat beside me. I nod and feel relieved that he is keeping me company.

The class passes by quickly, thanks to Tim’s goofiness. He makes a couple of jokes about how he isn’t nearly flexible enough to do some of these moves. He falls flat on his ass during the crow pose, which gets a giggle out of me. The instructor even has to tell us to “shush”. How embarrassing!

“That was a fun class!” I laugh before taking a sip out of my water bottle.
“You know, you’re really flexible. My forty-two year old hips couldn’t handle those moves. You’re a pro at yoga,” he compliments me.
“Shut up!” I blush as I jokingly punch his arm.

I quickly change and hurry to catch the next bus but Tim suddenly grabs my arm. “You’re not taking the bus, are you?” he asks.
“Oh, I really don’t want to be a bother.”
“Nonsense. I’m driving you home. You’re on my way, anyway.”
We enter his car and as soon as he turns the ignition, rock music starts blasting from the speakers.
“Oh, sorry,” he says as he turns down the volume, “You don’t mind a bit of music, do you?”
I shake my head and he plays what sounds like classic rock at low volume.

The rest of the month carries on like that, with Tim making me laugh during class and driving me home every time. I secretly look forward to every Wednesday and Friday evening so I can see him again.

“We only have a week left!” I exclaim.
“I know. Time really flies by,” he adds.
“The last class is on my birthday. I was actually contemplating skipping it,” I say.
“No, please come! It’ll be fun,” he pleads.
“Okay, I’ll come. But just for you,” I tease.
****
“Happy birthday!” Tim says to me as I enter the studio before enveloping me into a hug. Someone must have overheard because the next thing I know, the instructor is giving me a very special birthday shout out and the entire class is singing me happy birthday. I’m so embarrassed that my face feels flushed.
“Oh boy, your ears are bright red,” Tim teases. I instantly cover my face with embarrassment.

The class ends and I meet Tim at the door. He drives me home as usual but this time, we park in front of my house for a final chat.
“So,” he begins.
“So…” I trail.
“Happy birthday,” he sings.
I giggle and feel myself blushing all over again. He reaches for the back and, to my surprise, hands me a small bag.
“Oh gosh, you really shouldn’t have.” I tell him.
“Hey, it’s not twenty-one but you only turn twenty-two once,” he says.
I laugh at his corny attempt at a joke.
“Thank you so much,” I say as I reach over to hug him. I give him a kiss on the cheek.
“My pleasure. So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” he asks.
“I’m going to the club with my girls,” I reply.
“Oh, well. Have fun,” he says.
“I will. Thank you so much!” I say.

I get out of the car and quickly get ready for my night out. I curl my long, black hair and settle on a classic smokey eye with nude lipstick. I put on a little black dress and a leather jacket over since it’s a bit chilly out. I pair the outfit with a dainty silver necklace, small silver hoop earrings, and a basic Michael Kors watch. I quickly put on a pair of black strappy heels and take a shot of tequila for the road.

We enter the club to hip hop blaring. I have a good time dancing with my girls. I get a lot of free drinks because my friend, Emily, makes it a point to tell random guys that it’s my birthday. How embarrassing! After, a couple of drinks, I’m feeling myself and twerking my nonexistent ass.
‘I should text Tim,’ I think to myself.
“Where are you,” I text him.
I instantly get a text back, “Are you drunk?”
“No,” I lie, “Can you please pick me up.”

Tim arrives quickly, his trusty black SUV waiting for me outside the club.
“Hi,” I enter, beaming.
“Oh you’re drunk,” he says.
“I’m not drunk. Just a little tipsy. I missed you,” I slur.
“I’m driving you home-”
“No. That’s so boring. The night is still young. Let’s go back to your place,” I interrupt.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Positive,” I say.

We arrive at his apartment and I instantly take my heels off.
“Ugh, these things are killing me,” I whine.
“Would you like any water?” he offers.
“Rosé, please,” I say.
“I don’t have any rosé,” Tim laughs.
“Then some red wine, please,” I respond.
“Just how many drinks did you have?” he asks me, his brows furrowing.
“Like three. I’m fine!” I insist.
“Okay, just one glass,” he sets it on the table. I grab the glass in one hand and start curiously walking around his living room. I stumble upon his vinyl collection and it’s filled with a bunch of classic rock bands I’ve heard of but never listened to.

He comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, burrowing his head into my neck.
“Hmmm you smell good,” he inhales.
“That’s Acqua di Parma for you,” I giggle.
“Acqua di who,” he replies and we bust out laughing. He is not remotely funny but I can’t help but find his dad jokes amusing.
“You like my vinyl collection?” he asks.
“It’s impressive but I have no idea who some of these guys are.”
“Do you know who the Eagles are?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“What?” he gasps and runs to play it on his vintage record player. It sounds like folk music. He starts doing a silly dance, successfully making me laugh.

We make our way to the couch to continue enjoying our wine and the music. He plops down right next to me and begins to make what appears to be a joint. I watch him lick the ends sealed, hungrily.

“You ever smoke weed before?” he asks me as he lights the joint.
“Never,” I shake my head.
He passes the joint to me and I take a puff. I instantly start coughing – and I’m talking “asthma-attack” coughing. He laughs and tells me to try again. The second time, the smoke goes down easier. I inhale and hold it in for a second like he tells me to, then I exhale.
“There you go,” he smiles.

We share the joint and drink wine on his couch for a bit.
“By the way, thanks so much for driving me home everyday. I really appreciate it,” I begin. He laughs, “It’s no problem,” and lands his hand on my thigh. He instantly retracts it and apologizes.
“No, it’s okay,” I say. I smile at him and lean in for a kiss. I don’t know whether I am intoxicated by the alcohol or the weed or him. Our kiss deepens. Our tongues swirl and I get the lingering taste of wine and marijuana. I break away from the kiss to say, “Feel how wet I am.” I guide his hand to my pussy and he sticks his finger inside. He quickly pulls my legs and abruptly lays me down on the couch. I let out a giggle at the abruptness. He plants hungry kisses on my inner thighs, driving me crazy.

Tim removes my panties and unbuckles his belt.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“Shit, let me look for one,” he says.
He stirs around his house, looking desperately for a condom until he comes back to tell me he does not.
“Oh,” I sigh. I pull my panties back on and adjust myself.
“I’ll drive you home,” he says. But he is clearly not sober enough to drive.
“It’s fine. I already ordered my lyft.” I lie.

I safely make it home, feeling weird and a little disappointed about the night. I put my fingers to work, imagining Tim pounding me. I orgasm and drift off to sleep.

Edit: I guess this is part 1 because otherwise it would be too long. Comment if you’re interested in hearing how he made it up to me.

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