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Sonia had always been shy, so it was a surprise when she told me that she’d joined a new yoga class. I should have known there would be a catch. She wanted me to go too, at least for the first lesson. “For moral support.”
“Guys don’t do yoga!” I told her. “Our bodies don’t bend that way.”
I didn’t see the trap, even as I walked straight into it. “Ha! They do too!” She brandished her phone in front of my face, the search results for “men doing yoga” already loaded. “See, no excuses. You’re coming with me.”
I wasn’t quite beaten yet. “When is it? I might already have something planned.”
“Like you ever plan anything without inviting me.” Sonia had a point. I’d been deliberately including her in all my social events for months in an effort to get her more comfortable with other people.
“Football?” I offered back weakly.
“Nope. It’s tomorrow night and they don’t play until Sunday. I checked.” She was positively glowing with success, knowing I’d played my last card and lost.
“Fine,” I conceded. “But just for one session. What do I wear anyway?”
At least that stumped her, giving me a small shred of my dignity back. “I don’t know. The ad didn’t say. Something loose I guess. Trackies and a t-shirt?”
Although I acted annoyed, secretly I was more than a little pleased. This was the first time in months that Sonia had arranged to go out without being bullied into it, in fact *she* had bullied me. I counted that as a big step forward.
The next day arrived and I knocked on Sonia’s door to pick her up. When she opened it, I was stunned. I’d never seen her exposing so much of her body. All she had on was a bright pink sports bra, and the smallest pair of cycling shorts imaginable. Seriously, I’ve seen bikinis with more fabric.
That wasn’t the worst of it though. As she bent over to put on her trainers, the lycra covering her ass stretched. And as it stretched it grew ever more transparent. For a moment I thought I could actually see her pussy through the thin material.
“Is something wrong?” Sonia asked as she stood back upright. I blushed as I realised that I’d stopped talking, and had nearly been caught staring.
I knew I should say something, give her a chance to get changed before we left. But then, if I did that, she would know I’d been looking. “No….no,” I stammered. “I was just… thinking.”
She smiled. “What about?”
“I’m going to be the only guy there, aren’t I?”
“Oh no!” She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “However will you cope? The only guy in a room full of hot *flexible* women?”
I had no answer to that.
I should probably give you a little background. Sonia was originally a friend of my sister’s, before she rudely decided to leave for university. I didn’t so much befriend Sonia as inherit her.
The yoga class was being held in a village hall a couple of miles away. As we drove I could feel Sonia’s mood change as her nerves started to get the better of her. I tried cracking a few jokes to break the tension, but I still thought that if she were the one driving, we would have turned around and gone back home.
We parked and I got out, turning around to see Sonia quietly talking to herself, psyching herself up. She took a deep breath, and I was temporarily distracted by the rise and fall of her breasts in the tight sports bra. Then she was moving and I had to look away quickly. That was twice she’d nearly caught me now. I had to get a grip. I didn’t even think about her like that, did I?
Sonia took the lead as we headed inside, stopping so suddenly in the doorway that I walked into the back of her. Looking over her shoulder, I could see why. The class had already started. Five people, all women. And all naked.
“Come in, come in!’ Said one – clearly the instructor. “I’m so happy you made it tonight. Come join us, we’ve just started the warmup”
Sonia’s ears glowed as pink as her top, and I imagined her cheeks were the same colour. She was on the verge of bolting, I’m sure. Well she brought me along for moral support, so I was going to give her some. Don’t you love how fate sometimes puts the perfect payback right in your lap?
I rested my hands on Sonia’s shoulders and guided her forward into the room properly. Hearing the door close behind us, I asked as casually as I could manage “is there a changing room or something we can use?”
The instructor laughed. “Just pick a corner. As you can see, we don’t have anything to hide here.” As she spoke, she turned to face us and I was presented with a full bush of dark pubic hair and a pair of impressively large breasts, just starting to show signs of sagging under their own weight.
I leant into Sonia and said quietly “We could leave if you’d like?”
I made it sound like I was giving her a way out, but the truth was that seeing those naked ladies and the thought that I could see Sonia in a similar state was having an effect on me – one that I was struggling to hide in my tracksuit trousers, but would be all too obvious without them.
You remember what I said about fate? Well she can be capricious. The opportunity for payback she had granted me was now handed to Sonia instead. She picked up on the nervousness in my voice and a quick glance downward showed her the cause. “No, we’ve come all this way,” she said. “We really should try it now we’re here.”
We stood in the corner, our eyes locked. Both of us silently daring the other to call it off. I was tempted, sorely tempted. It would be bad enough to be hard in front of all these strange women, but letting Sonia see me like that was more embarrassing than anything I could imagine.
And yet… There was a stubborn part of me that refused to give in and lose whatever this game we were playing was. Plus I would probably never have a better chance to see Sonia naked again. Without looking away from her I peeled my t-shirt off over my head and let it drop to the floor. I didn’t say anything but my challenge was clear. “Your turn.”
Did I say Sonia was shy? What she did next made a liar of me. She grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and lifted. Her breasts bounced as they were released. Her small nipples two brownish pink points in a sea of creamy white skin. I kept telling myself to not look, to hold eye contact but my gaze kept slipping down to them before snapping back to her face.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and said quietly “together?”
I was left speechless, both by the sudden change in her personality and by how hot she looked. It was a complete role reversal. Now I felt shy and awkward, and she seemed to be brimming with confidence. I dreaded what was about to happen. My cock was already straining against my briefs. Would she laugh? Or worse, be offended? It didn’t matter, it was too late to back out now.
I nodded, and whispered “On three. One…two… three!”
As I said the last, I closed my eyes and yanked down, my trackies and briefs coming off in one smooth movement. I waited. No laughter, no sounds of disgust. I opened my eyes reluctantly. Sonia was staring straight at it, but she didn’t look horrified. She looked… hungry.
There was a discreet cough from behind me. In the tension of the moment I had almost forgotten we weren’t alone. “Why don’t you two stand at the back? That way you can copy everyone else?”
I wish I could describe the lesson in detail. We went through a number of positions with outlandish names. There was something about the sun, a mountain and a warrior, I think. The problem was our very first pose, and the only one I remember clearly. Downward facing dog.
It was a simple exercise in theory. Stand with your legs spread, then bend over until your hands reach the floor. I did it, feeling a slight stretch in my hamstrings. Then I made the mistake of looking up to check I was doing it right. Sonia’s pussy was right there, no more than a foot away. Shaved bare, glistening with sweat, her lips slightly parted by her posture.
I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My nose picked up the faint feminine aroma of her. I could practically taste her on my tongue. My mind entertained thoughts of falling forward and burying my face between her thighs, of her giving a surprised gasp then pushing herself back onto me…
I might have done it too, but before the fantasy could erode my last scrap of self control the instructor called for a change of pose and the moment passed.
The rest of the lesson passed in a blur of naked flesh. Breasts, pussies, asses. Each new position seemed designed to create a new exciting display for me, ensuring my cock stayed hard and leaking pre-cum for the whole session.
I should have been embarrassed about that, but after those first few minutes I simply didn’t think about it. Like I knew I was naked and it was hanging out there for anyone to see, but with everything else going on my brain filed that information away as unimportant.
I saw more of those strangers in that half hour than I had some of my past girlfriends, and everywhere there was Sonia. Her cute little nipples, the tight pucker of her asshole, the dusky rose of her pussy. Even her lips looked fuller, more inviting, as if waiting to be kissed.
The class ended much sooner than I expected, or maybe I was so wrapped up in the scenery that I didn’t notice time passing. Either way, it felt like we’d hardly started before me and Sonia were back in the corner, dressing in silence.
That silence continued throughout the short drive back. It felt like something had changed between us, which I suppose was inevitable after seeing each other naked like that. As she got out of my car, I felt the need to speak, but I didn’t know what I wanted to say, much less how to say it. I settled for the lacklustre “See you tomorrow?”
Sonia nodded and hurried indoors without saying anything more.
It won’t surprise you to hear that I masturbated that night. My thoughts jumped around the members of the yoga class. The instructor with her deep tan and thick pubes, the chubby ginger girl with the cute ‘innie’, the dark haired girl with the small tits and stubble between her thighs. I imagined having my way with all of them.
Despite the unique appeals of each woman, my fantasies kept changing. Sonia. I just couldn’t get her out of my head. The pussy I imagined tasting would become hers, the features of the woman sucking my cock would morph and twist until it was Sonia on her knees looking up at me. I couldn’t even begin to imagine fucking anyone else. I admit, I had it bad.
I woke up around mid-morning to a text from Sonia. “Can you come by, around lunchtime? My parents are out, and I don’t want this to get awkward.”
My heart, and if I’m honest my morning wood, leapt when I read that. Alone in her house with no parents to interrupt? Of course I’d be there. It was worth any number of difficult conversations. “Sure, be there 12:30ish” I texted back. That would give me plenty of time to eat, shower and do all those other things that make up a morning routine.
I got there a couple of minutes early and swallowed nervously as I knocked on the door. I need not have worried, Sonia opened it and invited me in, like it was just another day and we were going to play on her console. “We better go up to my room in case anyone gets home early.” She said.
That was fine by me, it gave me a chance to watch her ass in the tight leggings she was wearing as we climbed the stairs. I couldn’t see the outline of her underwear through them, so I guessed she was wearing a thong.
Sonia closed her bedroom door and sat on the bed, her face taking on a serious expression. “About that yoga lesson last night…” she said.
“Uh-oh, here it comes,” I thought. “The ‘just friends’ speech.” I tried to keep smiling, ignoring the crushed dreams and foolish hopes.
“…I don’t think I got some of those poses quite right. Would you mind… helping?”
That sentence took a turn I didn’t see coming, and it threw me completely. “S-sure,” I stammered. “Let me just Google a good guide.”
I buried my head in my phone, hoping she wouldn’t notice the blush that coloured my cheeks or the sudden erection that pressed uncomfortably against my jeans. “Here, this is the first one – downward dog.”
Sonia glanced at the picture, and without warning bent into an approximation of the pose. Her leggings had stretched almost as transparent as her cycling shorts the other day. She *was* wearing a thong, a black lace one. “Like this?” She asked.
“Umm almost,” I answered. Your feet need to be a bit further apart.
She moved slightly. “Better?”
“Nearly.” I knelt behind her and took her ankle in both hands,guiding her legs wider. My lips were almost brushing her ass as I spoke. My nose was filled with her delicate feminine scent. I had a strange sense of deja vu from the night before,except this time we were alone.
“That still doesn’t feel the same as last night.” She complained.
Distracted by my position, I spoke without thinking. “Of course not, you’re wearing clothes today.” As soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back. She probably didn’t want to be reminded that I’d seen her naked. I waited for her to get angry, upset, or to break off from her yoga to have that big talk.
Instead she sounded thoughtful. “Maybe… let’s try another one and see?”
I breathed a sigh of relief – I’d got away with it. “Ok, for the next one, bring your legs together, and walk your hands backward until you touch your toes.”
Sonia followed my directions but had barely got in position before she stood up straight. “Ugh, that’s even worse. I can feel it rubbing.”
There was a strange atmosphere in her room. It felt like we’d reached a crossroads. Say one thing and life takes one path, say something else and it goes another. I was so scared of making the wrong choice, I picked neither. “So what do you want to do then?” It was all up to her.
Sonia stood there thinking for a moment, and I balanced on tenterhooks. Would she want to carry on, or would we be loading a game on the console instead?
“I think…. I think I should try it,” she said slowly. “But if I’m stripping, you have to too. It wouldn’t feel right otherwise.”
That seemed reasonable to me, and I felt better the moment I loosened my jeans. The pressure on my swollen cock had been really quite painful. In no team we were standing there, me in my boxers, her in her bra and thong. Like her thong, the bra was also black lace. I could just make out her nipples through the fabric. “Underwear too?” I asked hopefully.
Sonia nodded. “Underwear too.” She giggled nervously. “After all it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
She turned her back to me and unclasped her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms and fall to the floor. Her thong followed quickly after. Whatever the opposite of a striptease is, this was it. Fast and economical. One second she was dressed, the next she was naked.
I hurriedly followed suit, my boxers joining my jeans to set my erection free. I was more embarrassed this time than the day before. At least then I could have blamed one of the other women. This time there was no hiding that I was aroused by Sonia.
I needn’t have worried. She dropped straight into the second pose we had practiced, bending easily to touch her toes. “That feels better already,” she said. “Still not quite right though.”
I swallowed, struggling to speak normally while presented with her magnificent ass. “Your hips are too far forward, and you need your legs together.”
“Can you… can you move me to the right place?”
I wasn’t really thinking by this point. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her gently backwards, my cock slipping between her thighs just as she closed her legs, trapping me against her pussy. Her very wet pussy.
I let go of her hips and Sonia slid forward, then rocked back again. We both gasped at the same time, but she didn’t release her grip on me, and I certainly didn’t pull back. Again she slid forward and back, more deliberately this time. A soft musical moan breaking from her as my head brushed over her clit. Then she did it again.
There was no question, she was grinding against me, using my cock to get herself off. I started thrusting with her, small careful movements as I tried to match her rhythm. Sonia’s moans grew louder, her breathing came faster and the thrusts of her hips more erratic.
That’s when it happened. I missed the timing and pulled back a little further. As we pushed together again, my cock didn’t slide over her slick pussy, but inside her. I froze with half of my cock buried inside that tight, wet opening and waited to see what she would do.
I didn’t have to wait long. Sonia thrust herself back against me, claiming my full length with a long drawn out sigh. That was the green light I needed. My hands returned to her hips and I started fucking her with long slow strokes, savouring the feeling of her wrapped around me.
All pretence of practicing yoga vanished. We were fucking, pure and simple. I found myself wondering if this had been her plan all along. If the whole thing had been a ruse to bring about this very situation.
The idea nestled in my head and wouldn’t leave. I started thrusting myself into her forcefully, our bodies slamming together as I used my cock to punish her for the manipulation. The harder I went, the louder she seemed to moan.
Between her cries of passion Sonia gasped “The ohhhh… the bed!”
I growled in response but pushed her in that direction. Sonia shrieked in surprise as she landed on the mattress, but quickly rolled to her back and spread herself wide for me. I launched myself at her.
There was nothing romantic about what followed. It was raw, it was brutal, and Sonia encouraged me each step of the way. Her cries echoed in my ears, her nails dug furrows into my back, and her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me onto her harder, faster, deeper.
I felt her body shudder beneath mine as her orgasm struck. I didn’t even hesitate. I kept driving into her with the same unrelenting power. I felt myself getting close, already knowing that when I released it would be with my cock deep within her.
I let out a loud primal shout as it hit, the triumphant cry of a neanderthal claiming his prize as my veins overflowed with ecstasy.
We lay beside each other, our sweat soaked bodies slowly cooling as our breathing returned to something approaching normal. I turned my head to Sonia. “Naked yoga? Really?”
She smiled back, unrepentant. “It worked didn’t it?”
I had to concede the point, but I wasn’t beaten. “You know, I really enjoyed it. I think we should go again next week”
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