The first day of class was not unlike several other first days at a new yoga studio. I'm usually one of the few, if not the only, men there. I'm also usually a bit younger, at least compared to other students. I guess it helps that given my flexible work schedule, I can go to midday classes during the week, a schedule popular with stay-at-home moms or retirees.
But the teacher, Marisela, appeared to be roughly my age, perhaps early 30s. She was petite, with curly brown hair, a typically toned yoga body, and an infectious smile. She greeted me with a warm hug and a few questions about my experience/injuries/goals/etc.
I spent most of the first class just trying to do the positions as it had been several months since my last serious class. I guess I'm fine setting low expectations for the teacher, I think to myself laughing.
Towards the end of class Marisela came around to each student during the final and more meditative position to add some final adjustments. As I laid on my back, she squatted down near my head and pressed my shoulders into the mat. Such a small but powerful sensation to help stretch my chest. I also felt such an intense energy from her hands. I usually eschew the more spiritual aspects of yoga as I'm not really one to believe in astrology or "energy." But this was undeniable. I didn't want her to let go.
I continued attending Marisela's classes regularly for the following weeks, at least twice a week. While I definitely arrived the first time motivated to maintain and improve my physical condition, it certainly helped the I found Marisela very attractive. Yoga, perhaps of all the types of workouts, is the best at showing off a woman's physique. The form fitting wear, the stretching poses and how long they're held. It can be a feast for the eyes and Marisela was no exception.
Any time we did cat/cow pose, it took all of my discipline to not fixate on Marisela's incredible butt. It was especially tempting when she wore panties whose lines appeared beneath her taut yoga pants. I often chose to masturbate before class simply to lower my hormones and avoid an unintentional display of excitement.
But one particular morning, amongst a series of urgent work emails, I lost track of time and wasn't able to get myself off before having to rush to yoga class.
To make matters worse, Marisela, of all days, chose today to wear a pair of white, and nearly see-through, pants to class. Her light-pink panties showing through made it impossible to focus. On two separate occasions in the first 20 minutes I forgot to transition to the ensuing pose, completely lost in the visual stimulation before me.
As we proceeded into cat/cow pose, the predictable occurred. I developed a solid erection at the sight of Marisela's arched back and perfectly round butt. Her pants tightening and stretching as much as her body through each iteration, hugging her crack and creating a cameltoe. I began to panic at the thought of someone noticing my bulge.
Don't worry, I told myself. No one is looking at your crotch.
But then it gets worse. Immediately after cat/cow we transitioned to bridge pose. Now my erection was on full display as I lift my hips into the air while my shoulders press into the mat. We hold those pose for what feels like an eternity while Marisela walks the room to check on everyone's form.
As I hear her footsteps approach, I'm panicking, and my heart feels like it's beating our of my chest. This increase of blood flow probably isn't helping my situation. Suddenly she stops, just out of my vision, and turns back to walk the other way.
"Everyone is doing so well, keeping holding that position, nice and hard, I mean nice and strong," she challenges us. Thankfully my erection finally starts to subside. I might be in the clear, I think.
Class wraps up and as we finish putting away our mats and accessories, many begin leaving and saying goodbye. Just as I finish tying my shoes, Mar approaches me, "Alex, would you mind staying back for a minute? It won't take long, I'm really sorry."
"Oh sure, yeah that's fine," I respond nervously. I begin to wonder what my the consequences will be for my entirely inappropriate display earlier.
Mar approaches me as the last person leaves.
"Alex, you've been doing SO well lately, I'm really impressed with your progress so far. But um, I just wanted to uhhh, call something out about today's class."
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I'm starting to sweat.
"Look, I understand everyone's body functions a little bit differently," she explains. "But I uhh couldn't help but notice you were uhhh, how can I say this..." She pivots her weight back and forth between each leg, nervously, but also somewhat flirtatiously, "you seemed a little... excited during one particular part of the class."
I'm now beet red, fantastically embarrassed, and make an attempt to interrupt and begin whatever clumsy apology I can come up with but she won't let me.
"It's totally fine! Totally fine, I'm sure it was an accident," she assures me with a nervous giggle. I'm still fire-engine red. "But I was thinking about how we can avoid any further accidents, you know, for everyone's sake, and uhh, so yeah, I think it would be a good idea for you to come by a little early next class, like maybe 20 minutes before? That way we can work together on some exercises, you know like some breath work, some additional stretching, and help manage some of that energy. How does that sound?"
I'm absolutely baffled. I already know what "exercises" need to be done before class but at the same time, a private session with Mar sounds amazing. This is impossible to turn down
"Yeah," I respond, faking confidence. "Twenty minutes before, you said?"
"Yeah about 20 minutes should be plenty."
We agree and say goodbye without any hug or physical contact. I'm still incredibly embarrassed but at the same time fairly curious about what's going to happen on Thursday before class. When I get home, I jerk myself off to completion in the shower thinking about Mar, pretty much as usual, except instead of thinking about her physique or attire, I'm completely hormonal about the fact that she saw me have an erection.
Being the punctual person I always am, I arrived on Thursday at 10:08, 22 minutes before our 10:30 start time. As I approach the studio front door, I can see Mar, stretching alone. She waves excitedly with one hand while the other reaches forward towards one foot with that leg fully extended. Her flexibility is impressive.
I feign comfort with the situation hoping she'll return the favor. We begin by doing some simple breathing exercises seated in front of one another. With her legs crossed, my self-restraint is immediately called upon to not look towards her vagina through today's pair of aqua colored pants.
