Lina looked around nervously as they rolled out their yoga mats in the hot room.
"Here?" she asked quietly.
"Sure, any place is good. I like to be a bit further back in class; it is easier to watch people," Mark replied with a smile.
She loved the hot yoga classes. They always brought a feeling of deep relaxation to her body, but being surrounded by fit, flexible young bodies made her question her own fitness and body shape. She wanted Mark to look at her the way he looked at other beautiful, fit women.
She smiled at Mark, "Ok, perfect!"
She glanced around nervously as people slowly made their way into class. She knew Mark loved these hot yoga classes. Many of the students and most of the instructors knew him, and she enjoyed the sideways, and often jealous, looks they gave her when they walked in together. She loved watching his body move during the class, as his muscles flexed and glowed with sweat in the hot room. She always ended the classes wound up and horny, leading to fantastic sex as Mark's pounding hips helped release her pent-up energy.
She had to admit that all the hard work she had been doing with Mark at the gym had elevated her fitness and toned her body. She enjoyed tracking her progress in the mirror, her stomach tightening and her legs strengthening. She looked at her body with newfound appreciation; it was another matter, however, to place herself in a situation where Mark might compare her to other women.
People shuffled around, arranging themselves and their accessories as she settled back on the mat to close her eyes and calm her nerves. Mark lay beside her, whispering quiet assurances and instructions. She tried to slow her breathing as she encouraged the heat to soak into her muscles. The muted conversations of the other students filled the class with a calming white noise.
She could feel herself sweating in the room's dark, damp heat, her chest and neck glistening. She felt a droplet of sweat slowly running down her neck and between her breasts, marvelling at the unexpected sensuality. When she opened her eyes to glance at Mark, she saw his eyes widen as he watched the droplet disappear into her cleavage. She lay back and smiled to herself, confident, for the moment, in her body.
"Hello, welcome; I hope everyone had a great day," the instructor said quietly as she closed the door and walked to the front of the class.
The instructor laughed as random voices from around the room replied.
"Let's jump right in," the instructor started cheerily.
Lina tensed up immediately. Even though the class started easily, Lina glanced around furtively to ensure she performed the poses correctly, not wanting to embarrass Mark in any way. She slowly gained confidence as she flowed through the sequences, finding her anxiety with her body and the workout easing as she progressed. Gaining confidence, she could focus on the muscular bodies flexing around her. Lina's belly fluttered with light sexual anticipation as she cautiously drank in the sights around her.
She flowed between poses, enjoying the feeling of her breasts swinging freely in her light shirt. However, she soon realized the friction generated between her sensitive nipples and her top was gradually adding to the pressure in her belly. She also found each lunge dragged the seam of her tights between her legs, causing her to second-guess her impulsive decision to ditch her thong before class, hoping Mark would notice and get turned on. She watched Mark move whenever possible, enjoying how his muscles rippled and strained as he effortlessly flowed between poses.
As she moved into a wide-legged fold at the side of her mat, Lina glanced up and was greeted by a pair of short shorts pulled up tight into the ass of the woman in front of her. Her eyes wandered up and down the fit, smooth legs, returning repeatedly to her firm round butt. She felt a quick surge in her belly. Averting her eyes, she fought to bring her rising sexual tension under control.
As they flowed back to the front of the mat, she focused on the two lovely women directly in front of her. They were both very fit, wearing tight black leggings and skimpy sports bras. Their leggings were pulled up tight into their round butts, showing no panty lines, thong or otherwise. Lina caught herself staring and felt a surge of wetness between her legs, her breath catching in her throat. She felt a hot, red blush spread rapidly from her chest up her neck.
She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her rising flush. It dawned on her now that watching fit women exercise really turned her on. She always thought it was just watching Mark that got her so revved up in these classes, but she now had to admit that the firm bodies of the women around her had a similar effect. As she continued to admire the women in front of her, she started to imagine how they would look naked. She could feel her nipples harden, dragging sensually across her shirt as she moved. The flutters in her belly intensified. Lina pushed her chest out at every opportunity, intentionally increasing the sensation. As she twisted and turned with the poses.,she increasingly found chances to apply pressure to her breasts, to graze her hardening nipples with the back of her hand, and to run her nails lightly up the inside of her legs. Her body reacted to the stimulation, her nipples swelled, and her clit throbbed.
As they moved through the final set of poses, Lina struggled with the power of her body's response. She was thankful the sweat generated by the hot room concealed the physical evidence of her arousal. The class finally ended, and she collapsed into a reclined pose; the lights dimmed, and the instructor's voice slowed to calm the students. Lina squirmed on the mat, attempting to find a comfortable position. Her body tingled, and her nipples ached as they rubbed gently on her shirt in time with her breath. Her tights had pulled up into her crotch, sneaking into the folds of her swollen pussy. The pressure in her belly had thankfully plateaued but remained at a level where the need to touch herself was becoming irresistible.
"Get a hold of yourself, girl," she whispered.
She fought to calm her breath, afraid to look at Mark and his sweat-soaked muscles for fear of driving her arousal even higher. She squirmed, trying to reduce the pressure from her tights, but only served to nestle them more tightly between her legs. A shock of pleasure and panic spiked in her belly.
She froze as she tried to evaluate the situation. Holding her breath reduced the pressure to a manageable level, but she knew she would have to breathe soon. A quick breath forced the seam of her tight across her now pulsing clit. As her panic rose, her heaving chest moved the seam up and down between her legs. She strained to calm down, realizing the ache between her legs was rising incessantly.
"Relax, breathe, just relax," she murmured as the telltale signs of an orgasm started to build in her belly.
"Fuck, no, not here, fuck," she whispered, causing Mark to look over at her.
She smiled back, hoping he could not tell what was happening. Mark returned her smile and closed his eyes. The instructor had finished talking them through their final meditation and lowered the lights further. Lina wiggled around frantically but only succeeded in increasing the friction between her legs. She could feel her nipples swelling on her chest, a sure sign her orgasm was rushing to overwhelm her.
"Oh my god," she thought, "I am going to come right here."
She contemplated getting up and leaving the room but feared drawing any more attention to herself. She also wondered if the mere act of standing might trigger her orgasm. She bore down, trying to hold on to the rising wave. Her imagination began to betray her body as she considered whether the two women in front of her could hear her struggles. Images of tight butts and plump pussies, encased in black tights filled her mind. She could feel tiny pulses deep in her pussy as her orgasm grew uncontrollably.
"Oh fuck, I am going to come, fuck, fuck," she thought desperately.
She worked her hands slowly to her side, gripping her tights in one final, valiant attempt to remove the seam from contact with her clit. All she managed to do was drag it roughly side to side, driving her orgasm closer to the surface. Her lust-filled imagination jumped into overdrive. She imagined one of the women rising in the dark room and crawling over to ensure she was ok. She saw the woman kneeling between her legs, her tights gone, as if by magic. The woman pushed her knees apart, lowered her head and dragged her tongue gently up Lina's wet sex.
"Lick me, fuck yes, lick me," she imagined, "make me come, baby, please."
Her hips rocked gently in response to the imagined stimulation. The woman smiled between her legs, beautiful and soft. Her small breasts capped with hard red nipples. Lina wanted to suck and lick those nipples. Her orgasm rushed ahead now that she was no longer able to hold it back.
"Put your fingers in me," she begged, "push them in deep."
She watched the beautiful woman suck two of her fingers into her mouth. She swirled her tongue, lubricating them. She moved them to Lina's pussy and slid them down across her clit, parting her thick lips. She paused and then dragged them back up before pushing them slowly, so slowly, into Lina's hungry pussy. The woman's thumb moved to Lina's clit. Her fingers thrust deep as her thumb swirled in circles. Lina imagined her hands moving to the woman's ripe nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers. Her own nipples stiffened painfully at the thought. The woman between her legs lowered her mouth to her clit, flicking her tongue, just glancing at the hard nub. Lina's hips surged forward, driving her clit towards the imagined stimulation. She begged the woman for release.
