"Does someone know where the teacher is?" Katie asks no one in particular, while glancing around. She’s sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her in the middle of the room among twenty or so other people who are in various stages of warming up or relaxing on their mats. The giant windows at the front of the room reveal an orange and pink sunset slipping away behind old vintage apartments and trees.
Several people shake their heads, some glance at the clock on the wall, a few check their phones as if looking for a text message from the teacher, Amanda, who is always early.
“She’s never late.” Katie hears a man say behind her.
“I hope she’s ok.” An older woman with spiky hair and blue eyeliner pipes up.
“Does anyone have her number?” Another man asks. His question is followed by silence.
Class was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago. A woman seated in front of Katie rolls up her mat and leaves, two more follow her.
"They're dropping like flies." Ben whispers to Katie.
“I know.” Katie whispers back, glancing over her shoulder, watching as more and more people roll up their mats and walk out.
Katie met Ben a few months back in this evening class. It was his first time to yoga and he was late. The only space left was between her and the wall. She noticed him watching her, trying to figure out what pose to do as Amanda uses more Sanskrit than English while teaching. Katie introduced herself afterwards. He apologized for looking at her so much, explaining that he had never done yoga before. She waved him off telling him about her first class where she did the same thing, always placing her mat in the back of the room so she could see what everyone else was doing. Ben soon became a regular and Katie made a point never to skip this particular class as she enjoyed the sight of his muscular stature and the flirty banter they exchanged.
"What should we do?" Ben asks when it’s just the two of them left.
Katie shrugs. "Let's just do our own class. Make it up as we go."
"Ok, you start."
“Um. OK. Let’s do cat-cow a few times, then down dog.” Katie presses herself up and onto all fours, and Ben follows.
She arches her back into cat pose, head and hips lifting as her belly sink towards the floor before extending into cow. Her spine curls up towards the ceiling as she tucks her hips, head pointing towards the floor. Ben follows along, watching her body out of the corner of his eye, mimicking her movements. Once they’re in downward facing dog, Katie glances over at Ben.
"Your chest should be coming closer to your thighs." she observes.
"Oh yeah? You think you know everything?" Ben stands up, his gaze moving from her rounded shoulders, to her sleek back before stopping at her ass, firm and muscular in hot pink pants. "Show me how it's done."
"What do you think I'm doing?" she laughs.
"I don't think your chest is close enough to your thighs." he retorts, standing behind Katie, placing his hands on her hips. He pulls her body towards his, the heat of his hands lighting her up. "Here. Let’s adjust you."
She fixes her gaze on his feet behind her and presses her hands into the floor, allowing her chest to sink slightly towards her thighs, her hips rising. Ben is standing so close to her that she can feel his semi-hard erection brushing her ass. He lets go of her hips and returns to downward facing dog on his mat.
Katie’s breath is shallow, her face flushing red. Her awareness is on the warm place on her hips where his hands were. She wants more of that.
“What’s next teacher?” Ben asks, turning his head toward her.
“You tell me. It’s your turn.” she says to her mat.
“Nope. You’re more advanced.” he argues.
“OK.” she thought for a moment. “Sun Salutations three times, then you have to pick something.”
“I’ll try.” he says before walking his feet up to meet his hands.
Katie jumps, her feet landing lightly between her hands.
“Show off.” Ben says as he flattens his back, lifting his body half way before folding forward.
“Jealous.” Katie retorts.
“A little.” Ben replies, hiding a smile.
“You’re supposed to be breathing, not talking.” she laughs standing all the way up, raising her arms over her head before lowering them and starting the first sun salutation.
“Yes master.” he replies, his actions trailing hers.
Their breathing and movements become synchronized as they silently finish their sun salutations. Katie thinks about how she can get over to his mat, make up some adjustment as an excuse to touch him.
Once in down dog again Katie asks what’s next.
“How about triangle pose?” Ben replies, stepping his right foot forward.
Katie steps her left foot forward so she’s facing him.
“Other foot.” he reminds her.
“Simon didn't say.” she grins. “Besides, I want to look at you. Make sure you’re doing it right, which you’re not. Hold still.” she says as she pulls herself out of the pose and walks behind him. “Your chest should be reaching towards the ceiling instead of the floor.”
Katie presses the side of her hip against his ass, and places her hand on the inside of his hip. Her other hand gently pulls his shoulder back. “That ok?” she asks.
“Good. Close your eyes.” she instructs, and he does so as she slides her hand over his dick, finding it still semi-hard. She wraps her fingers around it, and strokes it lightly, feeling it harden completely. Her thumb grazes the tip before letting go, and stepping away from his hip.
“Fuck.” he says under his breath.
“Switch sides?” she offers as if nothing happened.
They do so, staring at each other, holding the pose for a few breaths before he tells her it’s her turn.
“Come to the top of the mat.” she says.
They both take a couple of steps forward, but Ben hangs back a little to see what’s next.
“Step your left foot back for wide angle pose.” Katie continues.
Her back is to him as they do this. “Place your hands on your hips and fold forward.” she instructs, sticking her ass out before folding forward.
She didn't hear him step off his mat, but she saw his feet again, standing between hers, a hand resting on her hip once more. She gasps as his other hand cups her vagina, fingers pressing against her clit, his thumb pushing between her ass cheeks.
She shifts her hips back to intensify the pressure on her ass. His fingers lightly rub little circles against her pussy. Her eyes close as she focuses on the sensation between her legs. She feels her body soaking the crotch of her pants. She steps her feet closer together, and brings her hands to the waistband of her pants, pulling them off and kicking them to the side before coming back into the pose.
Ben slips two fingers inside of her, his palm pressing against her ass. Katie shifts her weight forward onto her hands before rocking back toward her heels, feeling the heat of his hand against her tender skin. She imagines his dick pushing into her as she rocks back and forth from her hands to her heels.
He gingerly removes his fingers and kneels behind her. Katie holds her breath in anticipation as to what he’s going to do until his mouth presses against the place where her upper thigh meets her ass. Lips alternate with teeth as he teases her. She’s tempted to move her hips, ensuring his mouth will press against her pussy sooner rather than later, but she doesn’t want to rush.
His tongue meets her asshole first as his hands grab at her strong cheeks. Her eyes squeeze shut as she exhales the held breath. He licks her there a few times, before slipping the tip of his tongue between her pussy lips. Katie’s thighs start to shake from holding the pose for so long. Ben mistakes this for pleasure and licks harder, pushing against her clit.
“Ben, hang on.” Katie’s voice stops him.
“Yup. Just need to come out of the pose.” she shifts her weight on to her hands and carefully steps her feet back together. She stands up and turns around. “Don’t stop though.” she says, parting her feet just enough for his tongue to have access to her again.
His lips envelop her cunt as she runs her hands through his hair, hips jutting forward. He flicks the tip of his tongue against her clit. She rocks her hips back and forth against him feeling a hint of an orgasm stirring. His hands grab at her ass, pulling her into him. It comes all at once then. The explosion of pleasure radiates out of her as she cries out, her voice echoing against the walls of the expansive studio.
When she’s still, Ben kisses the space inside each of her hip bones, his eyes glued to hers. She’s wearing a lazy grin, eyes heavy as she joins him on the floor, languidly pressing her mouth to his. Her hands slip under his t-shirt, exploring the faint ripples of his abs before sliding up to his chest, noticing the stiffness of his nipples against her palms and finger tips.
His hands pull at her tank top until she’s free of it. She notices his confusion at how to remove her front-clasping sports bra, and unhooks the clasp herself, releasing heavy breasts punctuated with pert, pink nipples.
“How is it I’m completely naked and you’re completely dressed?” Katie laughs reaching for Ben’s t-shirt again, this time to remove it.
He stands, pulling his shorts and boxer briefs off. “You clearly don’t want to see me naked.” he teases, joining her again on her mat.
She kisses him in response, gently pushing him backwards. He lays down watching her eyes roam over his body as she climbs on top of him. She leans forward gliding her tongue over his nipple before grazing it with her teeth. Her hand reaches for his cock as she licks and sucks his other nipple. She slides her palm down its length, cupping his balls, pulling ever so slightly.
Her mouth travels from his nipples to his stomach as her hand glides up and down his erection. She crawls backwards towards his feet until her hair is brushing his stomach and she’s running her tongue over the head of his dick, her hand still stroking the base. She slides her lips down further, sucking and soaking his skin before releasing him to stroke it.
Katie glances up at him, watching his face, not wanting him to come just yet. Ben’s eyes are closed, his breathing deep as she puts her mouth back where it was, lubricating him again. She alternates between sucking and stroking before he props himself up on his forearms.
“Done.” Katie smiles, clamoring to get on top of him. She straddles his hips, reaching for his cock, allowing her body to consume him. She leans forward, placing her palms on the floor above his shoulders as she rocks her hips back and forth, grinding against him, her breasts swinging like pendulums in front of his face.
Ben takes advantage of this, kissing and sucking her nipple while kneading the other breast with his hand. She watches him do this, admiring his lips as they work her tender flesh. Her hips buck against him harder and she shifts forward making sure her clit gets some attention, feeling another orgasm is within reach.
He releases her nipple and breast then spanks her ass. She fucks him harder and he spanks her again. She comes down onto her forearms, hips grinding against him until her muscles expand and contract into another orgasm, sharp and shooting through her like exploding fireworks. She cries out again, her cunt tightening around his dick until the sensations subside.
Katie rests her head on Ben’s chest waiting to catch her breath. She hadn't come like that in ages, if ever. His hand presses into her lower back as he lifts his head to kiss the top of hers.
“It’s your turn.” she looks up at him with that lazy grin again. “Let’s do it on a block.” She pushes herself up and off of him.
“What do you mean?” he asks quizzically.
She demonstrates the request by lying on her back, and placing a yoga block under her hips, elevating them so he can penetrate her as deep as possible. She opens her legs allowing space for him to enter.
He eagerly pushes into her, the pressure too intense at first, but subsiding as he thrusts slowly, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of her. Katie pinches her nipples as she pushes her hips up to meet him as much as she can while pinned to a block. When his thrusts become more hurried she reaches for his ass, pulling him closer so the base of his dick will push against her clit. His breath is hot against her skin, their bodies becoming slick with sweat.
Ben’s back tightens as his dick spasms with his own orgasm pulsing against the walls of Katie’s pussy. He pulls her off the block, their bodies landing entangled on the hardwood floor. Katie props herself up on her forearms, hair spilling over her shoulders.
“We should host our own class more often.” she laughs.