Hot Yoga
“Hello,” I say as nonchalantly as possible.
“Hi.” He brings his fisted hands to his mouth to warm them. “Can’t wait to get inside the heat,” he says.
We walk in and plant our mats next to each other. He peels off his clothes. His strong, perfectly-proportioned body is intoxicating. I look around to see if anyone is watching him. Watching me watch him. The guru up front who can do the toe stand throws him a sideways glance. He looks down and smiles.
“Can you believe I put on my underwear instead of workout shorts?”
I shake my head “no” feigning disbelief.
With the room heated to 105 degrees and 45 percent humidity, the dark shadow of his bush beyond the white cotton is already visible. My heart starts racing. Our eyes lock and I give him a smile. I'm trying to play it cool, but our chemistry is palpable. And this yoga studio, this room is the only place on earth where we can explore it. Without consequence. I swear everyone in the room feels a jolt of electricity when we look at each other.
My turn to strip. He watches intently as I reveal the smallest top and bottoms.
I pull off my t-shirt and my sports bra rises to just below my nipples exposing my underboob. I blush. I blush even more when I realize it’s turning me on.
I feel a mixture of shame and pleasure and the more I think about how close my nipples are to being seen by strangers the harder they become. Seeing me in such a state makes his cock rise. The guru is staring at his erection, but not in a disapproving way. The teacher starts speaking and everyone turns to face the front.
I try to focus and breathe purposefully. In and out. I pull down my top, but it doesn't matter. The material is soaked and the mirror reflects the shape of my pinkish-brown nipples showing through. He sees and so does the entire class. His cock rises closer to his belly button. The teacher pretends she doesn't notice, leading us to standing head to knee.
My bottoms are soaked. I try to readjust my bikini but it’s tangled into a little rope. As I raise my leg into Standing Bow, my pussy is on full display. He moves closer. In the mirror his eyes are glowing wild and his chest is moving faster and faster.
Sweat mixed with pussy juice is running down my legs. I'm excited and embarrassed all at once. The two emotions feed each other. My face is burning but so is everyone's from the heat.
We get into the Standing Separate Leg Stretching Pose. I'm happy to be able to hide my face. He now has a perfect view of my ass and pussy. I can feel the rope of my bottoms rubbing against my clit, splitting apart my engorged lips. The slightest adjustment makes the wedgie rub more against my pulsing clit—I moan out loud involuntarily.
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