I slipped into the room a little earlier, wanting to acclimatise a little on my mat before the class started. Sitting in a lotus position, I discreetly watched the other people come into the space and find a spot. A tanned man came in. Greying, wearing only shorts, casually showing off his shirtless body that was in very good shape. I smiled to myself when he rolled out his mat beside mine, looking forward to enjoying some 'eye-candy' during the class today. We nodded in acknowledgement. 

I stood up as the instructor started the class with the usual breathing exercise. With the class slowly building up intensity I forgot about him and concentrated on the still only partially mastered poses. The room was 42 degrees, and everyone was starting to break out a good sweat. When the first sequence ended we all reached down for our water bottles. My sweaty body briefly touched the man, which brought our attention back to each other’s presence. 

God he was sexy.

“Bring your feet parallel into a wide stance, facing the wall. Activate your core and glutes, and with a straight back, reach forward and bend. Bring your stomach between your thighs. Don’t look at the person behind you. Focus on the here, the now.”

I tried to follow the instructor’s lead, but how could I not look behind me? How could I not look where ‘torso’, as I had now baptised him, was? He caught my gaze, clearly not minding leaving the “here and now” either to check how flexible I was. I continued the class, being sexually charged and aware of the blood that was pumping through my hot body, and the sweat that was running off us.

Most lights went out at the end of the class. The instructor advised us to stay in ‘savasana’ pose until our bodies were ready to face mundanity. I closed my eyes and tried to get sex off my mind, getting ready to go back home. The space was quietly emptying, as people rolled their mats up and left one by one.

I was enjoying the soft zen like music, and had my eyes closed when I felt a set of fingers slowly grab my head. A male voice told me to keep my eyes closed, as the fingers, spider-like, started to push and softly massage the pressure points on my scalp. It felt orgasmic. I kept my eyes closed as the voice continued to quietly tell me how he had been observing me during class. His voice was slightly hypnotising almost, in the way he calmly shared his observations. 

“I enjoyed watching you battle that stubborn lock of hair that kept falling back into your face, ” he said, his hands sliding down my neck and over my shoulders. “It also did not go unnoticed how aroused you became after that forward bend.”  His hands now followed my soaking wet singlet towards my stomach. I inhaled briskly.

“You are one passionate lady, aren’t you?” he said, while taking the bottom hem of my singlet and pulling it up over my breasts, then pinching my erect nipples gently.

“Turn over on your belly,” he whispered. I did, I was in a trance of excitement. I could hear he had moved to the other side of my mat and I felt him pull my pants down over my bum. “That handsome dude made you horny, didn’t he?”

With a shock I realised that this man was not who I thought it was!

He could feel my disturbance and chuckled teasingly. “Uh uh...no looking. Yet,” he said, gently pushing my head, that came up to look around and see him, back to the mat with one hand. His other slid into the void between my ass and half-off yoga pants. He slid them ever so consistently towards the front, gathering my ample juices.

“Ah yes...Soooo wet. I’m going to make you cum,” he said as his fingers started rubbing my lips and rock hard little clit.

Who was this?! I tried to go over the different people I had seen in class, but as he continued fingering me, I frankly didn’t care anymore. This was too hot, too horny and I lifted my groin upwards to give him more access. He was skilled, edging me multiple times until I begged him to give me my climax. “Only if you are ready for my cock,” he said. I groaned hornily, then tried to turn around, which he did not keep me from doing this time.

Finally I saw him. I had noticed him before, just not in this way. He was handsome in that regular kind of way, and he smiled as he put his hands on my hips.

 “Do you want me?” he asked, his face now looking at me in a more serious manner. God yes! I nodded, and tilted my hips up to him.

He dove down and took my pussy straight in his generous mouth and sucked me. I lasted only seconds before my body spasmed into the most magnificent orgasm. I begged him for his cock and he pulled me up and lifted me straight onto it. Kneeling on his lap, its size and girth was just perfect for my pussy as I rode him, and I practically came once again. He held onto my hips pulling me deep onto him. He was close too. It made me wild to realise that he was so close already, only because he’d enjoyed pleasuring me. With sweat running off us for the second time that night, he pulled out and gave me his full load over my belly.

Having put our humid yoga gear back on to the best of our abilities, we lay back down on our mats.

Our bodies cooling. Our breathing quieting. Our eyes closed, smiling.

The instructor came in and laughed. It wasn’t the first time his yogis had fallen asleep during savasana.