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Yoga Tomorrow?
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Yoga Tomorrow? The divorce was complete and my “happy” list was growing. The list was almost all physical: white water raft, scuba in the Bahamas, join a tennis club, run 25+ miles a week, learn Brazilian Ju Jitsu, learn yoga, and take more pictures. Noticing there was no tv on the list, I canceled Directv and dedicated a Benji a month for my fun list. With the trips to be made after alimony was complete, the local ones came into focus. Running happened immediately – another reason to cancel cable tv. If your not in the house, you don't need it. Yoga or Ju Jitsu? Decided to check off yoga to gain some flexibility before taking on BJJ. I will admit that I picked where I went based upon the teachers. Yeah, I like yoga for flexibility, but I'm a guy, so I like visual beauty and graceful moves, too. I wore my normal Lycra shorts and my shirt was plenty long – just in case. I had a mat with me, so I didn't look like the noob I was, but the fact that it kept trying to roll up showed that this was my first visit. I arrived fifteen minutes early, so I could find the perfect spot – close enough to the front to enjoy the instructor, yet not in front of everyone causing the others to giggle when I fell over. When she arrived, we exchanged smiles and she took her spot to the rear. To hell with my plan. I wanted to her rear, so I moved to the back right corner. My view of the instructor was limited, but my view of her was perfect. She knew. She could tell from my fumbling that I was a beginner, “First time here?” I let the words settle for a bit. I smiled and answered, “Yes.” “Well, I hope you enjoy tonight and come again. My name is Amy.” “Hi Amy. I'm Steve. If I don't hurt too much later tonight, I'll be back.” I didn't block the happy thoughts I was having – staring at her ass for an hour – and let my eyes and smile tell her exactly why I was happy. Women can just feel emotion. She could feel my lust. Amy looked at me, felt me, and knew. Well, women know most men want to fuck them, but she felt the joy in me, the happiness, the love of life because I live doing what makes me happy. We were in the back right, mirrors on all sides. I was last, just where I wanted to be. We started stretching and she was gorgeous, curves in all the womanly spots, especially her hips. When we bent forward, her ass...was...yeah. Her ass was why I was there – almost. Yoga was on my happy list. Amy looked toward me and saw what she expected: me checking out her ass. I saw her looking at me looking at her ass, but didn't care. Her ass made me happy, and I live a happy life. We had a connection, and we both knew it. She could enjoy me enjoying her. Junior wanted freedom. “Down Junior,” I thought. He's why I had the long shirt. We twisted to our right and faced the mirror. It was her turn to watch me. I was getting hard and the stretching lifted my shirt above the tree line. Amy saw my growing hardness, and she knew it was because of her. She smiled inside and out. Flirting, when done well, is great fun. The instructor put us on our knees, and we all lifted our right legs as high as we could. I didn't really hear her instructions because I was watching the fine lines in front of me. When her leg went up, so did I. I tried, but I could barely get my leg up because it showed my lower happiness. We were supposed to lift our right arms high, too, but Amy decided add turn up the tease. She looked around and knew only I could see. She then returned her gaze to me, and made sure I saw her pat her pussy. She was showing off her camel toe. Fuck! She's as bold as I am. I was fully loaded now. Camel toe was a wish to see, but a woman patting hers while making sure I was watching...Heavenly! I had to pull my shirt down to hide the happiness. This was life. People with cable, sitting on their couches, are missing it. We kept moving, and I'll never forget the pose – wide leg forward bend. Amy's pussy was not only puffy, it was now wet. She was as sexual as I was. I could see her wetness. Game on. The only other pose I remember was half-side plank as we faced the mirror. I was struggling with Junior demanding to be freed, and I let Amy enjoy my hardness. The stretch lifted my shirt and she saw almost all of me. When I looked at her in the mirror, she flashed a grin and let me know she has been waiting for a man who had as much fun in life as she did. She wished for a man to notice her, to want her, to take her home and do private yoga. When the session ended, she turned to me, and I was waiting for her attention. “I need more help...” She interrupted, “I know you do. You need to let me show you how to enjoy all that yoga has to offer. You need to...” I interrupted, “We need to take care of this while everything is hot, hard, and wet.” I took her hand and led her down the hall to a unisex bathroom. I opened the door and pulled her in. We should have wondered who saw, but didn't. I kissed her hard, driving my cock into her belly. Amy needed to feel what she did to me. She dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts and started sucking. She got my cock wet for sliding and now it was time to slide it in her. Our mats were on the floor, and I thought about downward dog, but yoga was over. Face down, ass up, just the way every man wants to see personal yoga performed. I pulled down her stained shorts and her panties were sticky. Yes, Amy, they are going to be even stickier on the ride home. I loved her sticky, wet panties and puffy, swollen cunt, but this wasn't an erotic moment. This was carnal, primal, immediate. I gripped her ass, pulled her pussy open with my thumbs and gave her clit the attention it needed. Her pussy was bald, open, and shuddered when my tongue followed the slit to her magic button. She was like a tootsie-pop. A one, a two, a three and she was cumming. I enjoyed it all. When she started breathing again, I got on my knees behind her and let Junior join the fun. We were both soaked from sucking, licking, and dripping. She was tight, her asshole inviting, and I enjoyed the after-session stress relief. I slid a thumb in her ass and she just kept fucking. She liked the dp. She kept taking Junior balls-deep. I felt her tighten her asshole and I knew she was close. She picked up her rhythm and my balls slapped her clit harder. Her legs were together tightly because her pants were around her knees and she couldn't spread open. I had slid one of my legs free so I could straddle her legs. Push, push, her strokes stopped as she prepared to unload again, so I grabbed her hips and fucked her like a man should. I was all the way out and all the way in. He cunt grabbed my cock and was stretched on me. She just quivered. Not a word. She was having an out-of-body orgasm. I stopped fucking and enjoyed her every spasm. When she neared the end, I put in a few more strokes and let Junior sing his song. Load after load of cum went deep inside her. I held her hips and let her feel every uncontrollable thrust. I pulled out and left a trail of cum down her legs. I pulled her to her feet, pulled up her panties and shorts. I kissed her again and told her this was just a start. I was definitely hooked on yoga. I pulled up my shorts and my cum wet through my underwear and showed. I didn't care. My cum was draining out of Amy and she didn't care. We hugged, took deep breaths, and just held each other. I broke the embrace and told her enter her number into my phone. Her fingers dashed back and forth on my screen. “Yoga tomorrow,” she asked? “Absolutely, Amy!” |
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7/25/2018 4:29 pm |
Uh Huh... Namaste! 
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