Lessons with my Yoga instructor

It’s only been
four weeks and I’m feeling great. My body has gone into some sort
of submission I can’t explain. I’m all bendy and flexible, it’s a
body I can’t explain anymore. I must admit when I joined the yoga
class I wasn’t expecting to last even two minutes. I mean, it was
suggested to me by my close friend June. To get me out of my
misery, to get over my ex leaving me at such short notice. May I
digress for just a moment and then I will continue to tell my tale
of flexibility.

I was driving home from a busy day at the office. The traffic
was horrendous as usual on the M62, another crash had happened at
junction 29. I swear, that road must be cursed. Anyway, while I sat
in my car listening to Adele,
‘Set fire to
the rain.’
Now that I think about it, the
song was like some sort of prediction. I had a heavy strange
feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong. I
couldn’t put my finger on it but I just felt it. The need to get
home grew stronger but the cars barely moved on the motorway. So I
decided to give Jason a ring. –That’s my ex.

His mobile went
straight into voicemail, which was unlike him, he always answered
on the third ring. I left a message then continued to drift along,
but now more than ever the feeling of panic more evident. But the
cars dragged on and on and my heart felt as though it would jump
right out of my chest.

An hour later
my feelings were confirmed. I walked into our flat and knew
something was wrong. Every light was off, Jason was always home
before I was but not that day. I rushed upstairs and was met with
an empty wardrobe; every single piece of evidence of Jason was
gone. It was as if he’d never set foot in the flat. Panicked I
rushed downstairs as if that would somehow reveal the reason to the
situation. I stood in the living room like a fool. Just stood there
and stared into space. It took a good ten minutes or more –I wasn’t
counting – before I realised that I was standing like a complete
fool.

I turned around and headed for the kitchen, it felt like the
next best thing to do and it turned out it was. Because in the
kitchen lay the answer on a small yellow post-it note that had been
stuck onto the fridge.
This isn’t working
Jess, sorry but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Please don’t try to
contact me.

How very noble
of him, leaving me a note like that! Every part of me just fell
apart from that moment on. Every limb in my body suddenly became
non existent. The food in the refrigerator now more appealing than
ever; which I think was another reason for June’s kind suggestion
to join a yoga class. But she was adamant that it had nothing to do
with the tipping of the scale, or my healthy habit of chocolate
bars I’d line up from the front door to my bedroom. June said it
would be good for me; the yoga, it would help bring some discipline
and order into my life, something I seemed to be lacking. Not my
thoughts, as far as discipline was concerned I’m the most
disciplined, I mean who else can step onto the scale every morning
without fail then raid the cookie jar every time. Not to mention
there is always a good supply in every kitchen and living room
cupboard I could find. Now that’s what I call discipline. So that
was it, the reason I ended up doing yoga of all things, which
brings me back to my flexibility. The reason for this sensual
tale.

It was during
these sad times, as June called them that I found yoga, or yoga
found me; not quite sure really. But the fact of the matter was
June was the mediator between yoga and I. It was the best thing
that happened to me and I’m glad Jason decided to turn into a small
penis coward and leave me a very yellow post –it note. His exit is
the very reason I’m bubbly on the inside and always wet on the
outside. The gods must have been looking down on me and pushing me
to experience this very wonderful thing I hardly knew existed.

When I first
walked into the yoga class I wasn’t very positive. Quite negative
really; I even had an emergency chocolate bar in my gym bag just in
case. The majority of the class was made up of women so I’m not
sure how June thought I would meet the love of my life. But I took
that back the moment our instructor walked into the class.

Skye, that’s
her name. I’ll never forget the day she walked into class, lily
blond hair tied to the back. Porcelain skin, immaculate make up,
not too much and not too little, just perfect. She wore the
shortest shorts I’d ever seen. And a little sports, tanky top that
revealed an amazing pair of boobs, she was perfect. What surprised
me was the way she took my breath away. The fresh flower smell of
her perfume as she passed me was so exhilarating I wondered what
had got into me.

June blamed the
break up. She thinks I’m projecting the lose of Jason onto Skye,
that she’s something new. An experiment so to speak.

June could be
right, Skye was new and nothing I’ve ever felt before. The truth of
the matter was that I’d never had any feelings for another woman;
I’ve never looked at another woman the way I looked at Skye. That
day, will never be forgotten.

Skye had placed
her pink mat on the ground and smiled a pearly white smile at us
all with her hands on her petite waist.

‘
Are there any newbie’s here today?’ she asked and looked
around the room.

I raised my
hand nervously and smiled.

‘
Please come to the front, this way I can be of assistance.’
She smiled even further. Her blue eyes lit up as she did
so.

I gathered my
belongings and moved to the front of the class and then the class
began. A class I couldn’t really concentrate on because each time
she bent down, front or back a little splash of lust would filter
through my panties.

That had been
four weeks ago and a lot has happened since then. I’ve become a lot
more flexible and last night well, let’s just say there was a
little incident; something I’m dying to tell so here it goes.

We’d all backed
up and I was the last one out of the class. Just as I was about to
exit and head for the shower, Skye called me back in. My heart
stopped. Every day that week I’d been feeling closer and closer to
her. I took a deep breath then turned to where she stood. She was
wearing her pink shorts, or should I say hot pants and a little
white sports top. She pulled the scrunchy from her head as I headed
towards her and shook her hair loose. She was breathtaking. What
had gotten into me, she occupied my mind twenty four hours a day
and now she’d asked to see me. I stop right before her and gaze
into the mirror behind her and gazed at the reflection of her
behind. Parts of her shorts had crept up her bum and just seeing
the inch of her skin made me feel a little horny.

‘
How are you finding the class so far?’ she asked in her smooth
tone. She has a low and sweet voice that makes you want to sleep in
her arms.

‘
Its… it’s fine. I’m really enjoying it. I’ve become so
flexible in such a short time I can’t believe it and I can never
wait for the next class.’ I babbled on nervously.

‘
I’m so glad; I can see you’re improving.’ She placed a warm
hand on my shoulder and it heats my skin. Her hands were soft and
she gave my shoulder a gentle rub and then retracted. ‘I do private
classes if you’re interested. If you’d like to do a bit more
advance session.’

My heart
fluttered, alone time with her for an hour? Just standing next to
her for the few minutes made my pussy ache. This was a whole new
sensation, something I wanted to explore, whether in bed on my own
with her as the image or with her. How could I pass a moment to be
with someone so beautiful?

‘
When… when do you do your sessions?’ I swallowed back
hard.

‘
Tuesday’s and Thursdays 7 until 8pm.’ I’m usually booked in
advance but I have an opening next week Tuesday if you’re
interested.’ She smiled a killer smile and I thought the gods were
smiling down at me once again. I had never felt this way in my
life, all I wanted was to be with her, never mind next week I
wanted to just stand next to her for a very long time.

‘
I’m urr…’ I squeezed onto my towel hoping it would unjumble
the words in my head.

‘
You don’t have to decide right away.’ She began to gather her
belongings. She bent down and I swallowed back my lust and tried to
form the right answer in my head. Skye rolled up her yoga mat,
picked up her bag then stood up straight again, the same friendly
smile on her face.

‘
I’d like to book that session,’ I said quickly as I could. ‘It
would be great!’

‘
Fantastic, I’ll pencil you in,’ she said, ‘I promise you won’t
be disappointed.’

I thought about
that for a moment. What exactly was I expecting during this
session? She hadn’t shown any inclination that she was interested
in me as I was in her and I didn’t even know whether she liked me
in that way. But nevertheless just being around her was reward
enough.

‘
I’m sure I won’t.’

We both headed
in the direction of the showers, nothing more was said between us.
The open plan changing rooms were empty; I could hear the sound of
the showers in the distance. I walked over to my locker and took
out my stuff and began to undress. For a moment I stared into the
mirrors that surrounded us and caught a glimpse of Skye gazing at
me through the mirror. Slowly I lowered my panties and revealed my
butt savouring the moment and then I unclipped my bra and let loose
my healthy bust. I then looked fully into the mirror and gazed back
at her. Skye simply smiled then proceeded to take off the little
she had on.

It was hard not
to stare but I couldn’t stand there naked waiting for her to strip
off so with as much discipline as I could muster I headed for the
shower. The warm spray hit my back and I let it run down me and
imagined her hands wrapped around me. I lathered my hungry body
with soap and let my fingers touch my hard sensitive nipples. The
sensation sent an electric current down my spine as I imagined her
petite hands cupped underneath each breast. As the water streamed
down my body I let my hands venture further down my body and slid
my fingers between my legs. The soap lathered my clitoris and I Iet
out an unexpected whimper. Just then there was a light knock on my
door.

‘
Is everything alright?’ asked Skye.

I quickly
removed my fingers from my pussy and open the door slightly and
poked out my head. She was standing naked, a towel in her hand. Her
medium sized breasts the only things my eyes lay on.

‘
I’m fine, thanks.’

‘
Sure?’ she flashed another smile and I nodded. Skye walked to
the next shower cubicle and I watched as she took her little round
behind into the shower. I closed the door and lean back into the
shower, water streams down my body, the fire between my legs now
hotter than ever. I take in a few deep breaths then try and finish
my shower. But as I am about to lather my body with soap again
there is another light knock. This time I open the door slowly and
Skye steps into the shower. Before I can utter a word her lips are
pressed up against mine. Every breath in my body escapes and I
struggle not to make a sound as the shower besides us turned
on.

She grasped my
head between her hands and presses into me more, her tongue dips
into my mouth and we kiss passionately. It’s all happening too
fast. I feel the tips of her breasts against mine, my clit clenches
over and over again and I hold back the sound with all my
might.

With urgency
Skye cups my breasts, her mouth not leaving mine and squeezes my
nipples with her index finger. I want to scream, but I swallow it
back and take in her tongue deeper into my mouth. It feels as
though we’d gobble each other up, she caresses my nipples
vigorously, twirling them between her fingers, pinching them and
then pulling them out towards her. The sensation is electrifying,
out of this world and in the pit of my stomach all the sounds
circulate, begging to come out. But the cubicle besides us is still
active and then another shower goes on opposite us. I can’t help
myself but I want her so much. My hands clasp the base of her bum,
the bum I’ve wanted to touch for so long and I press her closer
into me. Our lips stay locked and I squeeze each of her butt cheeks
hard. She’s about to whimper, the build up is in her mouth but she
too holds back and I grasp tighter to her arse.

She feels
smooth and soft and I part her butt and let my finger circulate the
opening of her arse. Again she’s about to cry out but holds back.
We smile into each other’s lips and with more urgency her hands
drop towards my thighs. She lifts my right leg and without warning
slides in two fingers into my pussy. I use every muscle within me
not to cry out as her fingers ram in and out of my pussy with such
urgency. Then another finger enters me and this time I squeeze her
butt as hard as I can. Faster and faster her fingers move,
clockwise, anticlock wise. She then takes her fingers out and play
with the flaps of my pussy. The shower noises around us become
distant and the pleasure between my legs is the only thing in
focus.