This story goes back a while, seventeen years to be exact, to when I was a mere 'girl' of 24. I had just broken up with a long term boyfriend and was feeling very hurt and sorry for myself. As, at the time, I had no real commitments I gave up my employment and decided to live by the sea on the south coast of England. My intention was to survive on my savings for as long as I could.
I rented a small end of terrace house, which had the advantage of quite a big secluded garden. Just what I needed for my intended celibate lifestyle. I wanted to delve into Yoga, meditation and eastern philosophies in general. I thought the private garden would be an ideal place to sit, meditate, think and practice my exercises.
I had been involved with Yoga since I was seventeen (I still am today). At the time I was extremely supple and could do very advanced asanas (positions or postures). I loved the feel of the stretches and believed that my studies, combined with the physical and mental disciplines, would improve my mind, body and health.
I soon developed a routine. I would get up early to do my Yoga exercises in the garden. I never gave much thought to what I wore, other than it had to be loose. Then, as the weather improved, I began to wear only a thong. I loved the caress of the breeze on my body and the luxurious stretches I performed made me feel quite sensuous.
After a few more morning sessions I couldn't see any point in wearing the thong, so I started doing my Yoga completely naked. I felt confident in doing this as I was sure no one could see me.
One day as I was doing my asanas it started to rain, but I continued with my stretching. I loved the wetness on my naked skin and the slight chill in the air made my nipples hard and tingly. When I finished I felt amazingly alive and sexy for the first time in ages. I was tempted to masturbate but decided I would discipline myself to remain celibate.
It was raining again the next day, and I couldn't wait to get outside and expose my body to the elements.
It was absolutely pouring down as I did my stretches and I was drenched, rain was running over my naked flesh and was turning me on no end. Carrying out one of my postures I lifted my pelvis high in the air, while lying on my back, and the heavy raindrops started pounding my pussy and running between my legs. This felt heavenly, especially as I hadn't had sex for what seemed like ages.
I couldn't resist touching myself and I rubbed my tummy which was chilly to the touch and slippery with the rain. My nipples were extra hard and as I rubbed one I groaned with the pleasure that shot through my frustrated body. I couldn't hold back and continued my explorations. My hand was soon between my legs and stroking my pussy. The cold of my skin suddenly contrasted to the warmth of the inside of my vagina as I slipped a finger inside.
I now needed satisfaction, and I once more raised my bottom high off the ground, my knees bent, with only my head and feet on the ground. My fingers began to move at speed and I plunged in and out of my sodden cunt, crying and trembling with the sensations shooting from my stomach. I arched my whole body higher as I reached an almighty crescendo of passion and my orgasm exploded. Months of sadness and stress were released from my whole being as I continued to finger fuck myself to cum a second time.
I lowered my body to the ground and lay still, my thighs spread wide apart, as the rain washed over me. I was one with nature and then I saw something. I was sure there was someone watching me between the bushes and trees that surrounded the garden. There was definitely a slight movement. I got to my feet and made my way indoors, wondering if my imagination was playing tricks with my mind.
As I had a hot shower I was energized and thrilled at the idea of someone watching me while I masturbated. I resisted temptation and told myself I would store my sexual energy for other purposes.
Later that day, after meditating and studying, I went for a walk. On the way back there was a woman standing by the gate of the house next to mine. She was late thirties and attractive in a care worn way.
She introduced herself, "I'm Sarah, your neighbour. It's good to meet you at last."
We got talking but all the while I was wondering if her husband had been spying on me in the garden - but how wrong I was.
"I see you do Yoga," Sarah said, "You are very good. I was looking for something in my garden and I saw you."
I felt as if I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I was so embarrassed and couldn't think of what to say other than, "Er, thanks. I've been doing Yoga for over five years."
"Would you teach me?"
Again I didn't know how to answer.
"I'd pay you," she continued.
For some reason or other I agreed and said I'd see her tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock.
The following day there was Sarah knocking on the door, as arranged, and with a big smile on her face.
I'd worked out in advance as to what I was going to do and had prepared what I thought would be a good first lesson.
Sarah, much to my surprise, stripped completely naked. I was lost for words once again.
"You always do it naked, don't you? I like the concept of Naked Yoga and, besides, I need to raise my sexual energy somehow. My sex life has gone to pot with my husband recently and I've got to get back on track, so to speak. So any ways to make me come alive sexually would be appreciated."
"Right."
We moved through my prepared programme of asanas and I observed her body. She was in good shape, other than a slightly too rounded tummy. Her breasts were on the smaller size but her nipples were a lovely dark brown and remained erect as I helped her into various positions. It all felt very intimate, especially as she had to open her legs wide on occasions and I could see her vaginal lips, velvet like, and a darker colour than the rest of her skin.
"There is one Chinese Yoga posture called the Deer that will increase your sexual energy," I told her.
I was quite amazed at how professional I sounded. It was almost like I had found my calling in life.
I explained the Deer to her. Briefly she had to sit crossed legged with one heel pressing against her clitoris while she massaged her breasts. While doing this she also had to tighten her vaginal and anal muscles and become aware of the warmth from her genitals and breasts.
Sarah got into the exercise with a lot of enthusiasm. She kept wanting to talk about how good if felt but I told her to be silent and concentrate fully on what she was doing.
The lesson was finally over and she gave me a big naked hug and was full of thanks and praise for what I had shown her. It felt strange feeling her hard nipples pressing into my chest and I thought I could sense heat coming from between her legs.
She dressed and finally left.
I decided to carry out the Deer posture myself and tried to send the sexual energy generated to my heart centre or Anahata Chakra. Though I did this most days, today I couldn't concentrate. My breasts felt so sensitive as I massaged them and the pressure of my heel on my clit made me frustrated and wanting sex. This wasn't how it should be but I gave in, lay back on the floor and masturbated to a wonderful orgasm. I was certainly in tune with something!
The next morning Sarah was knocking on my door again.
"Thank you so much for yesterday. I had the best sex with my husband last night since our honeymoon. It was amazing. We were wondering if Roger, that's my husband, and I could have lessons with you together. We'd pay double, of course. Please say yes."
"Okay, yes."
The next night Sarah and Roger arrived for their lesson and I had everything prepared. I'd even checked up on the male version of the Deer exercise in case it was needed.
Sarah soon had her clothes off and folded on a chair and Roger did the same. He had a nice body and I couldn't help but notice the plumpness of his penis as he tried to get into various postures. It was a while since I'd been in such close proximity to a naked male and I felt flushed with curiosity and, at the same time, secretly stimulated.
I was also naked myself tonight and as I demonstrated the exercises I enjoyed my two 'students' observing my body. I especially loved doing postures where I had to thrust my chest out, my nipples were aching to be touched .
We came finally to the Deer. I watched Sarah as she massaged her breasts and tightened her inner muscles. Her face became flushed and she kept licking her lips.
