Carols Naked Yoga Encounter

It was our first nude yoga class, and the Florida heat had nothing on the tension between us.

Carol and I, both in our athletic fifties, stepped into the private yoga studio in Tampa, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity.

Carol, ever graceful, moved with calm confidence, her slim figure and pert curves drawing subtle glances even before the session began.

Her brown eyes met mine with a playful flicker, as if she already sensed the night's unraveling path.

The instructor, Andrew, arrived last. Young, toned, and tanned with an Italian air of confidence, he moved like someone used to being watched,?and enjoying it. He was hung like a horse.

His eyes found Carol within minutes.

She stood tall in mountain pose, and I caught the subtle hitch of her breath when Andrew approached her from behind.

"Let your hips relax more," he said softly, guiding her hands upward. His fingers grazed her sides, drifting a little too far over the curve of her breast.

Carol didn't flinch. She just exhaled and let him adjust her.

I tried to stay centered, focused on my own breathing but it was impossible to ignore the energy between them.

Andrew hovered around Carol throughout the session, correcting her posture far more than anyone else's.

During downward dog, he knelt behind her and slowly rubbed circles into her lower back, his palms sliding lower until they openly cupped her ass. Carol shifted her stance slightly, almost inviting him.

I watched, stunned, blood rushing to places that had nothing to do with yoga.

Then came happy baby pose. Carol lay on her back, legs lifted, pussy completely exposed.

Andrew stood above her, gently pressing her thighs apart, his face just inches from her bare pussy's glistening center. He didn't rush. He adjusted her as if it were part of the flow, but the way his fingers lingered, his focus entirely on her. pussy, there was no mistaking his desire.

I stayed in head-to-knee, my cock thick and twitching, knowing everyone else could see what was happening and that I wasn't stopping it.

Carol wasn't either. She was letting it happen. Almost wanting it.

The class ended with a brief relaxation pose. I lay on my mat, breath ragged.

Carol sat cross-legged while Andrew knelt before her, taking her feet into his hands and beginning a slow massage. She closed her eyes and let him work, moaning softly. When he finished, he brought her toes to his lips and kissed each one gently.

Carol looked at me and smiled like nothing was out of the ordinary. Then she leaned over and whispered: "I want a private session. Just Andrew. You can come... and watch."

The next afternoon, we returned. The studio was empty except for the three of us. Carol got naked without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine as she undressed.

Carol noticed how Andrew was hung.

Andrew watched her openly, licking his lips. I stood aside, naked, already hard, watching.

Carol stepped onto the mat and bent into her first pose.

"Watch closely," she said to me, her voice low. "You'll see how flexible I can be when I'm inspired."

Andrew guided her into poses slowly, intimately, his hands always exploring just beyond what seemed necessary.

Carol didn't stop him. She moved with grace, but her eyes flicked to me often, watching my reaction as he touched her: pressing his palm against her bare ass, grazing the side of her tits, cupping her hip while pulling her deeper into a stretch.

He positioned her in warrior two, then stepped behind her, his chest flush to her back. His hands slid down her arms, to her waist, then lower to her ass.!She stayed perfectly still.

Her nipples were hard.

Her breathing deeper now.

"Relax," Andrew whispered to her, his lips brushing her ear. "Let your body open completely."

Carol nodded, then dropped into downward dog.

Andrew's hands moved to her thighs, then her ass. He spread her ass cheeks slowly, fully, exposing her to both of us.

I stood still, watching, in a corner of the studio, helplessly aroused, my hand brushing the base of my cock but not daring to stroke. Not yet.

Andrew knelt behind her. His lips touched her first, soft kisses to each ass cheeks, then lower, until I saw his tongue slip out and slude imto her wer pussy.

Carol gasped. Her arms trembled. But she didn't stop him.

She was dripping.

He licked her pussy slowly, deliberately, savoring her juices. Then he looked at me.

"Come here," he said.

I obeyed, walking closer.

Carol looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes half-lidded. "You can watch, or you can help him worship me."

My heart pounded. I leaned in.

Together, we took turns kissing her thighs, licking her pussy softly, our mouths brushing one another as we shared her.

Andrew kissed her pussy, then pulled back to let me take over. She moaned and pressed her hips back toward us.

She was in complete control.

She lay down on her back and spread her legs, one arm behind her head.

"You," she said to me, "get on your knees.

You," she said to Andrew, "fuck me. I want that monster cick inside me.

And both of you, don't come until I say."

And we both obeyed.

Andrew knelt between her legs, thick hard cock ready. I watched as he pushed his huge cock inside her slowly,

Carol moaning and grabbing his ass to pull him deeper.

I stroked myself desperately, my face inches from where they were joined fucking.

Carol reached down, grabbed my hair, and pulled me to her wet pussy gilled with Andrew's cock.

"Lick my clit while he fucks me," she whispered to me.

"Clean his cum from me when he's finished. And maybe, maybe, if you're good, I'll let you come."

I obeyed lucking her pussy. Soon after Andrew exploded in side my wife. A huge load of cum. I licked all his cum, slightly salty. Carol responded with a second orgasm. I drank all her fluid.

We both love Naked Yoga.