It was after a lot of trouble that my wife was able to convince me to go out, do some yoga and get fit. I tried dodging her but, I knew I had no choice, so finally I checked out on a couple of yoga classes in Chandigarh (India) and joined one that was from 6:00 am to 7:00 am. The female instructor (name changed to Deepika) and was approximately 37 years old and very fit.....She looked at me and said 'Yup you have come to the right place.....I am sure you will get fitter and fitter as the days go by'. In nearly every class, she would motivate me along with the other participants which including five males and two females.
Since I was not comfortable wearing track-pants, I started the sessions wearing my shorts. She asked me why, I told her that it was difficult for me to move as I get rashes from it sometimes. She was OK with it. I have always been a back-bencher, so I daily took position at the end of the class. After a couple of days we started practising our 'Setu Bandha Asana' which involved lifting of the pelvis & chest by putting the legs resting on the ground in 'L' shape with the head resting on the ground.
I was having trouble doing it and she helped me in adjusting to it. Suddenly I noticed that my balls had fallen to one side of my shorts and the inside netting and were visible to her.....I saw her quickly gazing at them. This made my dick go hard and it started making the shape that attracts every female. I had to do something quick.....I acted as if I had slipped and purposely fell down on my back with a thud, so that my standing pole would not attract any unwanted attention from the other young and not-so-young ladies in the small hall.
Next day, she wanted us to do the 'Baddha Konasana' which involved sitting and lifting, both feet up and joining the soles. Doing this made my dick really visible and the complete crotch too. She came near me and was more interested in my dick and not at all concerned, whether I was doing the asana properly or not.
The look in her eyes was full of raw lust and if given an opportunity, she would have simply grabbed my dick. The same thing continued for the next few days, where she would simply come and try and touch me or brush her arm purposely on my dick......making it hard. Was difficult for me to control the hardness and was concerned about the other participants in the class. I guess she was getting 'sex-sadistic' pleasure out of this.....phew.
One morning, I went to class as usual and was surprised to see no other student......I asked her.....she said, 'Today I thought I will take a break and have no class.....so I SMSed everyone......didn't you get my sms'.
I said NO. She cursed the cell phone service provider. 'OK since you have come so why don't we do some yoga', she smiled. We started and let me tell you that the classes are held on the top floor hall of a three-floor building with only one entrance. She moved swiftly and bolted the door. I saw that she was wearing a tighter pink yoga pants than usual and I could make out that there was no outline of her panty visible.......wow I knew something was on.......as she had purposely not worn her panty that morning. She said that you watch, as I will demonstrate some of my 'asanas'.