I would stand in front of the class, take off all of my clothes, and tell the other girls to do the same. At first they'd giggle nervously but eventually they'd throw off their clothes and join me. We would all stand there for a few minutes admiring our sexy bodies before starting our yoga routine. At least that's how imagined it would happen; but that's not exactly how it went down.
I became a yoga instructor to help others improve their flexibility and self-confidence like I had when I started. To me, yoga was a self-focused activity. I would go to class, concentrate on my poses and leave feeling better about myself. Yoga put me in a trance; a zone where only I existed. Instructing totally changed the way I approached each session. I had to step out of my zone and enter those around me. I began to look at other women differently. Helping with their poses became an intimate encounter that included touching different parts of their bodies. Soon enough, yoga transformed into a sexual activity.
As a professional I couldn't think of the girls as sexual beings. But over the last few weeks of instructing I started getting aroused during our sessions. My heart pounded fast and hard causing my voice to crack when I talked. Goosebumps formed on my skin and chills ran through my body. It was becoming hard to concentrate. Even if the girls noticed my nervousness they had no idea how soaked my panties were after every session.
My class has only 4 students, all female. And each one has something that makes my body quiver.
Dani is petite and toned. You can tell she works out everyday. There's not an inch of fat on her. Dani's small and perky breasts can fit in the palm of my hand. Her rock hard nipples always pierce through her top. She can easily be manhandled by a muscular stud, and that's the way she likes it. But she can probably go all night and make that stud beg for mercy. She knows she's hot and her confidence is very attractive. Dani is the one I fantasize about the most.
Tanisha is the life of the party; always in a good mood. She has braided black hair and a milk chocolate skin tone. She's got boobs the size of coconuts and an ass as firm as a watermelon; it's almost the same size and shape too. She knows exactly how to flaunt her full figure and has men wrapped around her finger. I've seen her twerk once and even I wanted to tap that. I would love to motor-boat those monster breasts.
Mandy is a pure ginger with freckles all over her pale body. She's tall with hips that are perfect to hold onto while taking her from behind. Her breasts are the size of cantaloupes and they jiggle when she jumps. From the stories she tells it's obvious she's a firecracker in the bedroom. She's the type that would be great in a threesome. Sucking a guy's cock while getting her pussy eaten out would make her body vibrate with pleasure. One day I'd love to see if the carpet matches the drapes.
Diane is the quiet one; very reserved. You can say she's the good girl. A brunette with glasses; never wears anything too revealing. She's someone you'd want to bring home to meet your parents. Diane enjoys yoga but doesn't seem very confident with her body. I'm not sure why. Her body isn't as toned as Dani's but it compliments her D-cups perfectly. She's model material, of the lingerie type. I'm sure she has a frisky side that she saves only for special occasions. Hopefully we'll get to see a bit of it before the end of our month-long session.
I never imagined thinking about these girls in a sexual way. But watching their bodies in positions that accentuated their gorgeous figures totally changed my outlook. I managed to keep our sessions professional and fought my sexual urges until I got home. That's when I would lay on my bed, caressing my slightly sweaty body while fantasizing about exploring theirs. I played with myself until my swollen pussy erupted with a back-arching orgasm.
Our one hour yoga sessions left me wanting more of the girls. Luckily, we all become very close friends. We stayed after class to chit chat, and went out for drinks every Thursday. Eventually, we got comfortable talking about sex and sharing dirty secrets. The more I got to know these girls the more intense my orgasms became. I desperately wanted to see them naked.
My plan was to entice them to try yoga in the nude. National Nude Day was a perfect excuse.
On the day of I was so nervous that I couldn't eat, drink, or function. All I could think about is me standing in front of them completely naked only to watch them grab their stuff and run out in fear. What if they were creeped out? What if they lost respect for me? What if they never wanted to see me again? The fear of losing my friends and humiliating myself almost made me chicken out. But then I thought about how much they turned me on with their clothes on, and how hard I'd cum if I saw them with their clothes off.
I arrived at the studio half hour early. I turned up the heat and closed the blinds. My hands were shaking, beads of sweat formed on my forehead, I've never been more nervous. The girls arrived and questioned the setting. My voice cracked every time I tried to speak. They knew something was up but I kept telling them I had a lot on my mind and yoga would help me relax.
As soon as they started stretching I imagined them naked. Deep breathing did nothing to calm my nerves. My mind raced and I have no idea how I began the session. All I can remember is suggesting that we try something completely different; something that would take us out of our comfort zone but bring us closer together. I ensured them that they didn't have to go through with it if they felt uncomfortable. I'll never forget their faces: fear, intrigue, anxiety all rolled up into blank stares.
For some reason my fear vanished and adrenaline rushed through my body. I felt like ripping off my clothes and telling them to do the same. But I refrained; I'm classier than that. I dimmed the lights and told the girls about National Nude Day and what I wanted to try. I heard gasps and giggles but no one ran out screaming. So I proceeded by taking off my shirt, exposing my sports bra to the entire class. Their eyes grew wider in amazement as I continued by taking off my pants. Standing in front of five girls in my underwear was intimidating, especially girls who are in much better shape than I am. Luckily, my audience didn't object yet, leaving me to assume they wanted me to keep undressing. Before I took off my bra I assured them that they didn't have to do this with me. You could hear a pin drop in the room; no one moved a muscle. I think they wanted to see if I would go through with it.
Adrenaline kicked in again. I lifted my bra over my head, letting my breasts hang freely before hiding them behind my arm. The girls began to fidget, trying to look away as if something embarrassing was going to happen. When I removed my arm all eyes shot back on me, or rather, by breasts. It felt like I stood there for hours while they stared at my bare chest. For some reason I did a little dance and shook my boobs. The spontaneity actually calmed me down, and the girls seemed to liven up.
I reassured them again and asked if they wanted to join me. Diane shook her head right away saying she won't do it. But she didn't object if the other girls took off their clothes. I had a feeling Diane wouldn't get naked but I'm glad she was okay with the idea. The other three girls looked at each other and giggled hoping one of them would take the initiative so the rest could follow.
Mandy was the first to undress. She didn't waste any time, pulling both her tight top and bra over her head at the same time. Her sweet, natural breasts jiggled before resting on her chest. Her puffy areolas were almost half the size of her breasts. I wanted to reach out and feel them in my hands; give them a little squeeze until her nipples pierced my palms.
