[CW: Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Drugs]
Sometimes I hate how easy I am to be talked into things. All I had to do was say no but Laura knew me well enough to know I’d fall for her personal trainer speech about how it would do me good and get me out of my comfort zone, well that and the way she would stand over me with the presence and body language of a Dominatrix she knew how to turn me into putty in her hands. But what’s done is done and now I’m stuck covering her yoga class for the next few weeks.
I’d lead some smaller groups in the past, but Laura’s group was at the public gym on the rough side of town. I’d been down to pick her up a couple of times and most of her “class” were just guys taking a break from the weights to perv on her and make gross comments to each other while she was doing her stretches. I started to wonder what they would say about me. A sudden rush of awkward feelings began to spike my stress even higher, my first class was in a few hours.
I stared at my phone trying to decide if I should call the gym and make some excuse of why I wouldn’t be able to take the class when a call broke the silence. My friend Kerry flashed across my screen. I’d been dodging her calls recently as she always wanted to party, and it had taken me about week to get over the last time I’d met up with her, but she was definitely the kind of person who could help me destress before this class. I answered the call and arranged to meet her in the bar in half an hour. I quickly packed my bag just throwing in my oils and lotions along with my gear so I could get ready at the gym and head out.
Kerry already has a pitcher of some brightly coloured cocktail on the table when I arrive with glass ready for me. I sit down and quickly drain my first glass. Kerry looks impressed and knocks hers back as well before filling our glasses again. We talk and I tell her about the class as we make our way through the drinks. Kerry being her usual unhelpful self just laughs and teases me about being self-conscious and reminding me how much I used to enjoy the attention in the club when we were young. I was trying to think of a comeback to what she was saying but the warm fuzz in my head from the cocktail seemed to rattle lose a naughty memory. A lost bet on a night out and I was on the dancefloor in my little slutty black dress with nothing on underneath. The memory stirring the excitement I’d felt dancing with strangers and feeling their eyes burning into my body, each time the bright dance floor light flashed over me making my dress just sheer enough to give away my secret my heart skipped a beat and my body burned hotter.
I snapped back to the present and Kerry was staring at me grinning. I realize I’ve gotten myself quite flushed and flustered thinking about that night. Kerry puts a fresh cocktail in front of me I’m relieved how cold it is. I take a long sip and try to relax, I am feeling better, but I confess to Kerry that I’m still thinking of calling up and making an excuse to cancel the class. Kerry gives me a stern look and tells me I’m stressing over nothing, that she knows I’m gonna love every minute of it once I’m in there I just need to get in there and do it. I start to try and find the words to object but the memory of that night pops into my head again and I feel myself start to flush. Kerry slides around the table and puts her arm around me and whispers in my ear. “Here take this and it’ll get you through the door so you can just teach the class and enjoy yourself.” She drops a little pill into my drink and moves back to the other side of the table.
I think one last time about cancelling the class but something inside me now was pushing me forward. I take a deep breath and take a big gulp of my drink. Kerry claps and laughs “That’s my girl! Bottoms up!” She raises her glass, and we toast.
Over the next few drinks, my worries and cares are left far behind. We laugh and joke and I find the memory of that night teasing me from the back of my mind, even being joined by other memories I hadn’t thought off in a long time. The naughty games I used to play before I settled down to a quiet life. I don’t know what it was she put in my drink but the warm fuzzy feelings through my body had started to reach a boiling point inside me and I started to wonder if Kerry would miss me if I nipped to the bathroom to play with myself for a while, but my wondering was cut short by my alarm going off warning me that the class was in half an hour.
I had totally lost track of time, I quickly finished my drink and said goodbye to Kerry who told me to come find her after the class and rushed off. I was running really late by the time I got into the changing room. I quickly stripped off and jumped into the shower but as soon as the water touched my body, I felt my world spin. It felt so intense for a moment I thought I had cum just from that sensation. My hands against my naked body triggered even more powerful sensations. My head was swimming as waves of pleasures washed over me. I quickly flicked the water to cold and the sudden shock snapped me back to my senses. I just rinse myself quickly and jump out, I grab my body oils and start rubbing them into myself. I try to stay focused but without the cold water my hands and the warm oils rubbing all over my naked body I start to lose myself. Playing with my nipples, massaging my breasts, slowly sliding between my legs, and feeling the heat and wetness of my excitement. I keep pouring more and more oil over myself. Teasing myself the old memories being replaced with the idea of what I’m about to do, the room full of sweaty, rough muscle men taking a break just to watch me, I can already feel their eyes on my body. I keep edging myself, teasing as I fruitlessly attempt to rub in all the oil that I’ve drenched myself in. I bring myself close over and over and feel a powerful orgasm building when a sound starts to force its way through the warm fuzz in my mind. Slowly echoing gradually pulling me back to reality. My alarm! The class is starting. Through the haze I start throwing my stuff back into my bag and pulling out the things I need, everything seems to be falling out of my bag together and the oil on my hands means things keep slipping from my grip, the panic rising in me I grab my yoga mat and tell myself I can pick everything up after the class.
As I walk out into the studio, I try not to imagine what I must look like, so red and frustrated. I must look a mess. I try not to look directly at the class but out the corner of my eye I can see it is entirely men grinning and whispering to each other about me. The excitement of it is almost unbearable. I bend over to put down my mat and hearing the whispering behind me I bite my lip feeling the heat go through me. I can’t bring myself to talk so I decide to just start, I hit play on the music controller and start stretching, it wasn’t my usual warm up, but I was lost in my fantasy now and their eyes on me pushed me to show off bending and spreading me legs for them…
The men laughed and whisper as they watch me not knowing what is happening but enjoying every moment non the less. I mean it’s not every day a naked woman dripping in oil runs into the room and starts stretching in front of them.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q6zdf5/fantasy_idea_barely_covering_yoga_f_exhibitionism