"I've never felt better in my life."
"Yoga? You've really gotten into it I guess." Emmy stared into the compact mirror as she freshened her lipstick.
"I was pretty...umm...self-conscious at first, you know, what with being naked and everything."
"Naked?! Ewwww. I'll never go there with you! You've got to be kidding!" Emmy had dropped her hands to the table and leaned in. "Really? Naked? You do Yoga with a bunch of people naked?"
"No...Gawd, no! I'd never do it naked with a bunch of people. No, it's just Jacob and me - it's a private...so to speak." She giggled.
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"It's pretty warm in there, so if you're not going to be undressed, I hope you brought a bathing suit or something."
She looked at Julie's reflection in the mirror, undressing and putting her clothes in a locker.
Her own
reflection stared back at her, half-undressed, uncertain. She removed her bra and panties and studied her body, wondering if she would ever go into that room undressed. The figure standing in front of her was thin, but not bony, she reminded herself. Her hips flared, framing a pair of long legs, knees and feet nicely proportioned and only barely dimpled. Her eyes traveled up the seam between her legs, resting for a moment on the wispy triangle of hair, the fox's tail and she shuddered at the thought of exposing herself.
No way!
And then her stomach, one of her favorite features. Nicely toned, flat with a hint of muscles. She worked hard to keep her waist and abs that way. They looked so nice in the summer! But inevitably her eyes moved to her breasts, where they lingered, skittering around trying to find something nice about them. Too small, her nipples too large, her areolas barely a halo. She closed her eyes in disappointment.
Someday, you'll do something about them.
She continued her survey up to her collarbone and neck, well defined, strong but not as much definition as she would like. And then her face, triangular, is how her art teacher had described it, her lips a soft pink, her nose not quite a button, her eyebrows just right.
She liked her face and wasn't embarrassed in the least about any part of it. Her eyes flicked back to her breasts and she sighed. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to do this with Julie. The chatter from the voices had all but died out, but the one still nagged every once in a while. Her curiosity was bigger than her fear.
"I still can't believe you do this with a guy all alone. I mean, what does Greg think?"
"I'm so horny afterwards," Julie was motioning her to get a move on. "As soon as he comes home from work I attack him. I give him the ride of his life all night long. He doesn't ask questions and that's fine by me. C'mon, I'm going to be late and I don't like to miss a minute of this! You need to get in there before me. Dunno why, it's just the rules." She shrugged.
Emmy looked away, blushing.
She probably thinks I'm embarrassed
. Greg wasn't the only one in that marriage without a clue. The memory of the sauna came back to her, as it did almost every day. And now she was hanging out with his wife! Nude! At a yoga studio! She continued getting into her bathing suit, wondering how she had gotten herself into this.
Stupid!
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"Hello Emmy? I'm Yogi Jacob. Welcome to the NamasteYoga Studio." He was muscular, smallish, dark skinned with a chiseled face.
Only a few years older than me.
Emmy gave a shy hello and sat where he directed her - onto a soft cushion on a raised area in the back of the room. She hadn't intended to have a yoga session herself, she was there to "observe," whatever that mean.
Why am I here???
The heat was terrific - just as Julie had warned her, but she hadn't expected the smell: the atmosphere was so thick with sandalwood she was surprised she couldn't see a haze.
She couldn't control her look when Julie came in, stark naked. Her eyes drifted to her red bush and back to her tear-drop breasts.
Well, if you're going to be naked, you might as well have a body like Julie's.
She ran through a mental inspection of her own, as she did whenever she was exposed this way, unconsciously running her fingers across the bikini to confirm it was still on.
She watched Julie arrange her mat on the floor, Each time she bent over, her sex peeked out between her legs. Each time Emmy blushed and closed her eyes.
What was she doing here?
Yogi Jacob slipped a CD into a player and the room filled with a quiet strumming; an ethereal sound that added to its surrealism. Emmy wasn't sure where to look. Whenever she looked at Julie, she saw her friend, buck naked and exposed. And now, she watched as Jacob lifted the cotton tunic he had been wearing. His skin a dark bronze color, his chest and arms rippled as the tunic lifted above his head. Jacob was nearly hairless, with the exception of a thick crop on his head and small tufts under his arms, there was no evidence of hair on his slick skin. Her eyes glanced below his waist to see a thick cotton loin cloth, hiding his penis, but just barely. She could see the impression of his shaft and head, and as he moved, it swung gently against his legs. She looked back at her friend, afraid to be caught staring. The incense, the music and most of all the heat pressed down on her.
She sat further into the cushion and closed her eyes as Jacob's voice led Julie through the first sun salutations. The rhythms of his directions combined with the music to relax her. She started to drift off.
Moments later her eyes snapped open. Perhaps it was a sound, perhaps it was instinct or a sense of embarrassment—she didn't want to fall asleep in the studio. When she looked up, she found Julie in a downward dog, her legs extended straight back, the tips of her breasts just visible beneath her ribs.
Jacob was walking around her, making small adjustments, brushing her skin here, then a little there. With each touch Julie would move slightly, lifting her butt higher, dropping her shoulders lower.
Emmy sat transfixed. Her curiosity and the familiar arousal in her gut outstripped her embarrassment; she watched her friend perform her exercise. She imagined, for a brief moment, that it was her being led by the Yogi. She shifted slightly, easing tension in her hips.
Jacob had returned to the front of the room taking a silk sac from the table there. He directed her friend back into downward dog adjusting her legs, spreading her feet wider. She watched, as if witnessing a train wreck, when he removed a long, thick polished...rolling pin.
NO!
It wasn't a rolling pin at all. It was slightly curved and as she concentrated on it, she realized it tapered and blossomed slightly. She could feel her face burn as she realized it was the largest dildo she had ever seen in her life. Not that she had seen many, but surely this monster broke all records. The polished wood, dark with golden hues, caught the candle light as Yogi Jacob moved around her friend, positioning himself to face Julie's exposed sex.
She covered her eyes, and then stared, in shock that the situation had turned so weird. With Julie's feet spread, her head hanging down, her sex pushed out, Jacob gently stroked the head of the fake cock against her pussy. Emmy glanced from Julie's sex to her face, watching Julie's mouth opening.
'With your breath, Julie. Remember, breathe in across the back of your throat." With her next breath in, he slipped the head in between her lips. Each exhale he removed it. Slowly, as she breathed, he slipped it in further, until, after Emmy lost count, Julie was impaled on it.
The effect on Emmy was dramatic. She noticed a new scent in the air. Looking carefully she saw sweat dripping off Julie's body, but the smell wasn't from her perspiration. It was musky. She looked down and saw a small stain at her crotch and realized her bikini bottoms were soaked. She knew it was only a matter of moments before her arousal would be noticed by the others. She desperately wanted to close her legs, but she was frozen watching the two performing what she could only describe as a sex act.
"Fire breath, Julie, work your breath into your depths."
Julie began a brisk exhalation, followed by quick inhales. With each, Jacob moved the dildo in and out. Emmy noticed the music had quickened as well, and now Julie's grunts with her breath were indistinguishable from a woman reaching a climax. As her breathing increased, Jacob kept pace until she moaned and Emmy could see the dildo coated with her spendings.
Jacob's concentration was broken momentarily as he looked down from Julie's impaled pussy. Following his gaze, Emmy saw Jacob's penis had stiffened some and as she looked back at this face, she saw him staring at her, his fingers and hands still working the dildo into Julie's vagina to the beat of her breath.
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Their relationship had changed, there was no question about it. How could it not after witnessing the events in the studio? But their relationship was already complicated; at least for Emmy. It was still so bizarre she was even seeing Julie at all, since after the "sauna incident" as Emmy referred to it, she couldn't face her. She had no idea if Greg had said anything, or John, but she figured not. Julie had never made an appearance that night, in spite of John's assurances he had asked her to come help. Emmy finally accepted the fact she had just been John's booth babe.
