Hot Yoga

I have goose bumps racing up and down my body inside my flimsy coat as I speed walk to the studio. It’s the kind of winter morning where the slightest breeze catches your breath in an icy chokehold. I only wore this coat because he told me he likes how it hugs me. I walk inside the studio and loiter by the door waiting. 

I have no right putting on a show for him. His husband will be collecting him after class. I pace back and forth, but continue my vigil by the door. 

I think back to the first time he came to my yoga class. He was the only man to ever join that class. He was so gorgeous and exotic that all the women wanted to be his friend. But he chose me. 

“You don’t look like a lawyer,” he said over our first coffee. I laughed but I wasn’t sure whether to feel insulted or flattered. That’s how I always felt with him—a little on edge and a little unsure. It was unsettling and exciting at the same time. Everything else in my life was so ordinary. My corporate job, my nice husband and our three kids and a dog. 

He was extraordinary. 

Finally, I spy him rounding the corner. His dark hair is undulating behind him like a wave in slow motion. How many times have I imagined it with him undulating inside me? 

WHAT AM I DOING? 

I blame him for planting these thoughts in my mind. That time when we went to a farmer’s market and he casually mentioned how we’re all on a sexual spectrum, how no one is strictly gay or straight. Sex has never been the same for me. Nothing has ever been the same for me. 

It was almost like I became finally fully awake in my life. I could see better, smell better, taste more. I became a predator of sorts. A slightly-over-the-hill-working-mother, but a predator nonetheless. 

My husband and I started going to sex clubs and sex parties. It wasn’t long before we graduated from horny voyeurs to enthusiastic participants. Before long we were bringing our new friends home and after the kids went to bed we would fuck for hours. If you’ve ever participated in an orgy, you know that there comes a point when you don’t know whose face you’re sitting on or who is sitting on yours, whose cock you’re stroking and who’s inside of you. And you don’t care.  

He steps inside the studio. A faint shiver traverses his body. His quivering, vulnerable flesh makes my breath quicken. 

“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. 

I can't keep my eyes open and forget where I am. I am no longer here in the studio. I am in a space between spaces where no one can find me. I am free. I instinctively take my hand down to my pussy. My wet gash opens, sucking my fingers in. I drive them deeper inside, moaning louder. The teacher stops narrating. Everyone stops and is watching me. He views this as permission of a sort. I feel him move closer behind me. His proximity makes me slide my fingers back and forth harder. 

I can feel heat radiating off his body. Beads of sweat are cascading down his chiseled arms and chest. I look around the room. The only feelings I sense are anticipation and lust. 

The women lick their lips. The men are in various stages of arousal. No doubt everyone is secretly imagining running their tongues up and down his gorgeous body. The guru motions with her eyes to his shorts. He takes them off and her mouth drops open. 

The teacher gasps. 

His attention stays on me. He pulls up my bra to fully expose my breasts. I try to stand up but he bends me back over. My legs start shaking. I don't dare move. He begins playing with my tits, pulling on my nipples. The women in the room touch themselves. Every pull reverberates in my clit. One more tug and I'll collapse into orgasm. 

He senses what's happening and plunges into me as deep as he can. The surprise and the length of him overwhelms me. His girth is filling me so fully. I open to him and feel myself on the edge, barely holding on. The pressure and pleasure is immense. I have been waiting for this, wet for so long.

I let go and erupt into the biggest orgasm I have ever had pumping his dick so hard with every contraction of my pussy that he explodes right back into me.

We collapse on the floor in spasms. When we come to the room is empty.