Marie walked into the yoga studio, her mind not at all on the private coaching session she was scheduled to give. She had barely slept, her mind and body too amped up by what had happened the previous night. The memory of John's hands and lips on her body kept flashing across her mind, making her restless and on edge. And her heart wouldn't stop skipping a beat when she let her mind wander across a possible future. So silly and juvenile, like a school girl crush. After only one night! She laughed at herself.
She didn't even know how to get in touch with him, which room he was in, or even his last name. Last night might have been it, might have been the last time she saw him. Shaking herself from that sad thought, Marie brought her focus back to her client.
And there, sitting in the middle of the room, was John.
Marie stopped. She got a grip on herself, not giving in to the urge to run to him. Instead she put her hand on her hip and gave him a mock stern look.
"And what are you doing here?" She asked him.
"I booked a private lesson," John replied, smiling innocently.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the little house that doubled as a yoga studio. The sun was already high in the sky above the clear blue sea, the hot and humid air wafting in through the open side of the studio. Even in just shorts and T-shirt, John could feel a thin sheen of sweat covering him.
"The lessons are for the women in the seminar," replied Marie, "last I checked you're not part of the seminar, or a woman."
"And you did check," replied John cheekily.
Marie couldn't help but blush at remark, the memory of his hard cock pressed against her pussy suddenly front and center in her brain.
"I just asked a the front desk, and apparently they don't know about your little rules..." continued John. "So here I am. It's not like I could invite you to breakfast."
"No. Because this is so much more discreet," replied Marie, sarcastically. "Okay. Private lesson. What do you want to learn?" She asked, tickled by his desire to see her.
"I don't know. Stretching I guess. Some good routine."
"Okay.." Said Marie, putting her bag down by the door. She was dressed in her usual tank top and yoga pants, he hair pulled back in a pony tail. She briefly went though her mental catalog of classes and techniques, before settling on a set that she thought appropriate.
No, not appropriate. She knew when she picked it that she was being anything but careful, or sensible, or appropriate in any way. But it was the set she really, really wanted to do with John.
"Okay, sit up, with your legs in front of you, stretched out," she said, with her teacher's voice.
"Facing...?" Asked John.
"Doesn't matter. Face the view, how's that?" replied Marie.
John scooted around to face the open wall, facing the ocean view. He stretched his legs out in front of him. Marie stood behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Breathe out and lean forward," she instructed.
John leaned forward, hands on his legs. He felt the warmth of Marie's body on his back, the added weight pushing him gently down across his extended legs. His hamstrings started to scream, but he breathed deeply and focussed on the feeling of her body on his.
Marie was squatting behind him, her torso on his back, leaning forward to gently push him further in his stretch. Her face was inches from his neck. She had a sudden urge to nibble at it.
"Ok, come back and inhale," she instructed. He did so. "Now exhale and lean forward again."
They did several reps of this, slowly easing him further down. Marie rubbed his lower back to loosen him up. They were silent for a while, just breathing and moving slowly.
"Again, and just relax, we're going to stay there a bit," she said.
John folded forward. Marie rested on his back again, but this time let her head rest on his shoulder. She could feel his breath move him under her. She started matching his breath, rising and falling in unison. His scent filled her nostrils, a clean musk, masculine and warm.
She pulled back, sitting on her heels.
"Do you think you can do Crow pose? Do you know which one I'm talking about?" She asked.
"I think so," he replied, shifting position, letting his aching legs flex for a bit.
He folded one leg under him, the other stretched behind him. He folded forward, bringing his forehead close to the ground. Marie again leaned against him, her leg out next to his, her hands on his hips, her torso on his back. Her hands worked the tense muscles and tendons around the hip joint, loosening them as John settled in this deep stretch.
They were almost fully body to body, her hips resting against his lower back. She was breathing deeply into his ear, her pace matching his. John focussed on the sound of the air moving in and out past her lips, the smell of mint on her breath.
