I spent much longer getting ready for that lesson than I ever have for any class in my life ever before.
I knew a little bit about what was coming -- based on what my best friend, Elaine, had told me. Elaine and I had been attending the same yoga studio together for two years, and although all the instructors there were amazing, we each had a soft spot for Jonah, the tall, lean (and extremely attractive) Vinyasa and Nidra teacher. We'd both been attending his thrice-weekly classes regularly, and a couple of months ago, Elaine had booked Jonah for a private lesson.
When we'd met for coffee to catch up -- and this was two days after her lesson, mind you -- Elaine looked like she'd just tumbled out of bed: sparkling eyes, flushed cheeks, messed-up hair.
"What's Ryan been doing to you?" I'd demanded when I saw her, and we both laughed; it was a running joke between us how we'd have to dress up like a spreadsheet to get either one of our data-geek husbands to look at us twice.
Elaine got an impish look on her face. "It's what I've been doing to me ... well, Jonah," she admitted, blushing a little bit. "God, Anna, that session with him ... you have to do one. You have to."
"Did he fuck you?" I asked, my interest immediately piqued.
"I wish," she sighed, "but it was almost better."
What could be better than fucking? I wondered.
"Good enough that you're still thinking about it, two days later," I said, probing. Elaine just smiled.
"Have him come up to the ranch. You'll see," she said.
So I'd thought about it, decided to do it, decided not to do it, and finally called Jonah and asked him for two hours of his time -- which was expensive, but if he was as good as Elaine was intimating, it'd be worth it. I took her advice and asked him to come visit me at our mountain home; it wasn't really a ranch, just an isolated house nestled in a lovely meadow of grass and no neighbors in sight for miles.
Jonah found it okay; he pulled up in his VW bus just as I had finished getting ready -- and that, as I mentioned earlier, took forever. I must have tried on and decided against a half-dozen outfits before finally pulling on a tie-dyed tank top over my sports bra, along with a tiny pair of shorts.
He looked luscious. He had his shirt off; his tanned torso rippled with lean muscle, and he smiled his genuine Jonah smile at me, blue eyes shining, his two little canine teeth slightly offset in his mouth. It gave him a charming, quite seductive air.
"How are you today, Anna?" he asked, looking delighted to see me. He air-kissed each cheek in the European style and winked at me.
"I'm great!" I enthused. "Really looking forward to this lesson. Elaine said she loved hers."
"I'm so glad to hear that," Jonah responded. His voice was deep and smooth, and always sounded super earnest. Sometimes I imagined him speaking in my ear, directing me, when I played with my pussy at night before Rich came to bed. "What would you like to work on today, Anna? Anything special?"
This caught me off guard; I'd been hoping he'd pick up the hint and do with me whatever it was he'd done with Elaine that had her so worked up.
"Well, Elaine said you did such a nice job with her private session -- I know we're at different levels, but maybe you could help me, too?"
"Sure!" I thought I'd seen some heat rise in those lovely cheekbones, but wasn't certain. "I think it's always important to work on mula bandha in yoga, whatever level you're at. Actually, you might find that your advanced practice deepens even more when you start returning to the basics."
I started to see where this was going, and heat rushed over me that had nothing to do with the warmth of the sun.
"So what we'll be doing today is working on your root core, the foundation for all your movement in yoga," he explained. "What did Elaine tell you about the session?" he asked.
"Almost nothing," I replied, truthfully. "Just that it was amazing and I should try it."
He did blush this time, and it was adorable. God, I wanted to jump him! "Well ... Elaine's pretty uninhibited. There are adjustments and guidance I can give you through the session, but those will depend on how comfortable you feel."
"Okay," I said, a little nervously.
He smiled at me encouragingly. "We'll just go one level at a time. I'll let you know what I'm doing before I do it and make sure you're feeling comfortable with it. Sound okay?"
I'd composed myself while Jonah had been speaking and smiled back, brightly. "Perfect!" I said.
"Great!" he enthused back at me. "So where do you want to do this?"
I shrugged. "Why not out there?" I gestured toward the back of the house, where the ground was relatively flat and the grass had been mown.
His eyes gleamed. "Sure," he said, not seeming concerned at all about potential neighbors.
We walked back there, and I laid down my mat on the grass, then stood next to it, looking up at Jonah. I only came up to his nipples.
"The first thing is going to be something you decide before you even come to the mat to practice," Jonah said, in what I thought of as his teacher-voice -- even smoother, richer and deeper than his ordinary voice. I shivered with delight. "If you can take off your clothes," he continued, "then I can see what's happening in your alignment and your concentration in a deeper way."
"All of them?" I asked, hardly daring to believe my luck.
"Whatever you're comfortable with," he offered in a soothing voice.
I smiled and peeled off my tank top; he watched me, a little smile on his lips, breathing deeply. Slipping my thumbs into my shorts, I pulled them down and stepped out of them. The sports bra was next, and Jonah's serene expression didn't change when my tits bounced loose from their constraints, my nipples standing out firmly. My little thong panties were the last to go; I skimmed them down my thighs, pulled them off my toe, and dropped the pile of clothes by the deck. The afternoon summer sun beat down on both of us, bathing everything in a golden glow. I basked in it, loving the feel of it on my bare skin.
"Beautiful," Jonah breathed. "Now come to the top of your mat in mountain pose."
I did as he instructed, aligning my feet, my arms by my side, eyes forward.
He watched me, examining my posture, then said, "I know you're usually fine with adjustments in class, Anna, but I want to check in and make sure it's okay if I put my hands on you."
"Of course," I said, admiring how well I kept the excitement out of my voice.
He placed one hand on my belly, just above the small landing strip I kept above my shaved pussy, and the other on my ass, fingers pointing down. "Mula means root, or foundation," he said, "and bandha is posture, or bondage. Yogis also refer to it as the root lock. It's the foundation of a safe practice, especially when you start to get more advanced, like you have been." He smiled at me. He smelled like patchouli and sunshine, his blonde hair curling over his chest and stretching down his belly, into his strange tie-around pants he probably got at the co-op downtown.
I felt my heart pounding, and my cunt throbbed again, insistently.
"The root chakra is at the base of your torso," he continued, indicating with his fingers. I nodded, not wanting to speak. "When you practice, you want to ensure you're engaging a specific muscle inside of you." Jonah paused. He was so close, hands just resting lightly on me, and I stifled a whimper; I was so turned on.
It was as if he'd read my mind. "This will be easier to show you than tell you about," he said in that same smooth voice. "I'll have to put my fingers inside you, though. Is that okay?"
"Yes," I whispered. "That's okay."
"Straddle your mat," he instructed me. I placed my feet on either side of the mat, and Jonah came to stand behind me and slightly to the left, so he could slide his right hand between my legs. I thought I heard a soft sound of appreciation escape him when his fingers encountered my smoothly shaved (and extremely slippery folds), crowned with my pulsing, aching clit.
He slipped one long finger inside my cunt, and this time I couldn't hold back the gasp. His luscious lips parted in a wider smile, and he used his thumb to massage the pucker of my ass, coating it with the juice that was dripping from my pussy. I managed to stop myself from moaning, but I was breathing in sharp, little gasps.
Jonah corrected that. "Slow down your breathing," he advised me. "In ... and out ... in ... and out ..." I relaxed, and he slipped his thumb inside my ass, stroking it in and out a few times before he pushed his thumb and fingers as far inside me as they would go.
"Excellent. Now, how do you normally engage a root lock? Can you show me?"
I couldn't believe that my yoga instructor's hand was stuffed inside me, yet he was talking to me like this was an everyday lesson. Something about the contrast was making this whole experience incredibly erotic, and I knew Jonah could tell exactly how much I was enjoying it. I took another deep breath, concentrating, and flexed a muscle inside me.
"Oh, that's beautiful, Anna," he praised me. "You're engaging a little bit too much back here, though --" He wiggled his thumb in my ass. "Relax. It's all here ..." And he used his fingers to caress the back of my pussy. "Do you feel that?"
"Mmm-hmm," I managed, focusing my attention even more intently on my pussy and slowly trying to relax my ass.
"That's great," he murmured. "Perfect. Now close your legs."
He flattened his palm so I could, down on one knee behind me. "Let's see a sun salutation. I want you to concentrate on your root lock the whole time -- because I'm going to let you know if the pelvic floor isn't engaged."
