Syd stood wearing only his exercise shorts on his towel covered yoga mat in the yoga studio. Sati stood facing him. Strands of her bun-tied straight black hair framed a symmetric face set off by the highlighted almond shaped eyelids. Her pupils were bright blue-green, unusual for a Hindustani female. Her genetics had probably been infused by an ancestor's past cross culture contact, now remembered fondly by a British colonial officer retired in a London dinner club. She wore light wraps of colorful cloths, folded in ways that both hid and hinted at the supple body beneath.
Sati had her hands pressed palm to palm in front, fingers pointed up, with eyes focused straight ahead to the wall behind Syd. Syd was trying to focus beyond Sati but his eyes kept flitting to the female body before him. Sati's face did not change expression as only her lips moved, quietly saying over the background music "Empty your mind and think of nothing. We are seeking complete relaxation. Follow my directions. We will arrive at a greater revelation than the one you have now where you simply undress me with your eyes."
Syd thought 'Busted!' He resettled and tried again. 'How do you think of nothing?' He pressed his palms harder and focused on the compression of his hands. Sati broke pose and walked behind Syd, reaching around to adjust the position of his hands. Syd felt the sari cloth brush his back and her hips rub his butt. She returned to her place and told Syd to follow her moves. Their palms remained folded together as they reached high and back. Syd watched with his lower peripherals as Sati's breasts strained the sari's top and presented two rounded pyramids of flesh riding skyward on her bowed chest. They leaned completely over, touching hands to floor near feet. Syd used his upper peripherals to spy big cleavage as Sati's breasts moved from mounted up pose to dangle downward within the drooping sari top.
After several repetitions, Sati moved Syd into warrior pose. A week ago, this position with bent legs would have had Syd howling with pain. Amazingly, he easily assumed the pose and Sati adjusted his elbows and knees into a deeper hold. Her touch on his bare skin was distracting, to say the least. Syd reversed to left and right several times before his legs quivered with the exertion.
Sati seated Syd cross legged on the floor, the classic lotus pose. Syd was unable to get his knees wide out. Sati knew why; the shorts were too confining. She had Syd break pose and stand. Kneeling before him, she unclasped the waistband and removed Syd's shorts. She reseated Syd in lotus and now he was able to lower his knees almost to the floor on either side. Sati crawled forward and lightly placed her hips astraddle Syd's legs and gently sat down. The assisting weight opened his hips further and his knees touched the mat. His groin felt the stretch and it was somewhat uncomfortable.
