This story starts a little slow to set the scene before getting into the spicier material. If you're here for the threesome skip to about halfway. Any feedback on what you like, don't like, or what you want to see next would be really appreciated!
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I checked myself in the rear view mirror at the red light. It felt dumb but I couldn't help it. I moved my hair and felt it was damp with sweat, partially because of the heatwave I was driving though - it was so hot today that even my car's air conditioner could barely keep up. I was driving to my weekly yoga class I've been going to for years, hosted in the house of our instructor named Moxie. There was a good group of us - about ten, that went to this class weekly. Even after spending every Saturday morning with them for years, I was only familiar with two women in the class - Moxie and Lizzie.
Lizzie. She was a really hot woman in the class. She was about thirty - same as me - and worked out often, giving her the thick thighs and tight ass I loved. She had short dark hair, dressed in dark clothes, and tattoos on her pale skin that seemed to flow when she moved and her toned arms and legs. What was the hottest part of her look was her eyes. Big, round blue eyes that sparkled like she was so happy every time they looked in my direction. I wanted her, and even asked her out at one point, but she informed me with a laugh that she had a long time boyfriend, keeping her firmly out of my life aside from the yoga classes. It was just starting to feel cool when I pulled up to Moxie's house and jumped out, stopped by the group of regular Yoga attendees facing Moxie at her front door.
"Everything OK?" I asked.
"The AC in my house is broken and I can't get a guy to come in and fix it. They say so many air conditioners are breaking down because of the heat wave they can't keep up with it all. It's like 35 degrees inside." Moxie said. There was a general grumble with the handful of people when she said the temperature.
"I can't workout in that heat, I'll pass out." Someone said. People started going back and forth, debating about the class when a woman on a black sport motorcycle pulled up, silencing everyone with the rumble of her bike as she pulled up to the house. Everyone watched as she took off her helmet and it was Lizzie, wearing black jean shorts, boots, a tight leather jacket and a backpack.
"What's up?" She asked and got off her bike. Moxie quickly recapped her and she shrugged like the news was obvious.
"My AC crashed too. Been sweating my tits off the last couple days. We'll live." She walked to the door and a couple of the older members started to leave, headed to their cars. Lizzie looked around confused. "What you've never heard of hot yoga? People pay extra for this!" They ignored her and drove away.
"I'll still teach to whoever wants to stay." Moxie said. "Anyone who chooses to go, see you next week." She opened the door to her house and Lizzie walked in immediately with me following right behind. A couple people hesitated then joined, with another couple deciding to leave. In the end, it was myself, Lizzie, two other women and one guy that stayed to try the session. What were their names again? I knew the two women were friends and had similar names but I often got them mixed up, despite them looking nothing alike. Claire and Kait? I don't remember. The guy's name was Doug, and he was easy as one of the only other guys in the class.
We went to the basement where Moxie had the yoga studio set up and we took our usual places. Lizzie put her bag in the corner and took off her boots and socks, wearing only her black nail polish and the tattoos running down her ankle onto her feet - one ankle a spider web and the other a snake. She also took off her jacket to reveal that she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, only a black sports bra that hugged her small boobs. What were they, A cup? No, probably a B cup. Definitely wasn't the first time I tried to figure it out, but anytime I saw her without a shirt I couldn't help but wonder. Almost exactly like how I wondered about Moxie's tit size, except hers were closer to a D cup. As I thought it, Moxie pulled her tank top over her head to reveal the white bra underneath, pressing her tits together to make a deep cleavage. This, paired with her black spandex shorts, was a pretty typical outfit she wore, but the sweat made her skin shine, and she looked extra sexy today. I looked away, trying not to get caught staring and I made eye contact with Lizzie as she pushed her shorts past her ass and smirked at me. She had on the same tight black spandex shorts as Moxie that cupped her ass and made a competition with our instructor for who had the better body.
It was funny how the two women I wanted to see naked were almost opposites of each other physically. Lizzie was thin, with her small chest and was a few inches shorter than me. She was muscular but in a lean way, with her dark tattoos displaying the contours of her pale arms. Moxie on the other hand was thick and usually had to squeeze her giant tits and ass into her spandex outfits while towering over most people with her impressive height. She had a dark, rich tan from her obvious time spent outside, and smiled often like she was happy in everything she did. Lizzie's smiles always seemed more mischievous, like she just had a great idea that involved using my body to teach me a lesson, or at least that's what I hoped she thought about.
Lizzie set up her mat next time mine, in the loosely formed circle opposite to Moxie. The other women and the guy set themselves up around us and the class began. Moxie started the class completely normal, going through the standard warm ups and stretches to get us ready for the harder poses. Even in the easy phase of the class, I could feel the sweat rolling down my face and arms. Soon I was leaving hand and footprints on my yoga mat anywhere I touched, leaving the mat more and more wet as we continued to do our yoga. I glanced over at the woman on my right and it looked like she was struggling with the heat. Her pink yoga pants were a different shade than when we started and her face and arms were flushed with the heat. Like me, the other yoga students were leaving sweat marks on the mats as they continued, getting their area slick with sweat.
Moxie called for a warrior pose and the deep stretch felt great on the inside of my thighs. I glanced over at Lizzie and watched a bead of sweat roll down the dragon tattoo on thigh, forming a little river as it made its way to her bare feet on the mat. The tattoo really made her thigh muscles pop out, I decided. Something in the art blended perfectly with the thickness and shape of her leg so it looked even more pronounced than her other thigh. Could that have been on purpose? I looked up a bit to see Lizzie smirking at me again, watching me watch her. I looked away quickly and she laughed.
"Lose something over here?" She asked.
"No, of course not." I said, feeling my face get even hotter than it already was.
"Are you sure? You seemed really interested in whatever I have."
"I've just... never seen a dragon look like it's sweating before." I finished lamely. What kind of an excuse was that? Not to mention I just confirmed that I was staring at her thigh. Dumbass!
"Well at least someone likes Cinder." Lizzie said nonchalantly.
"What does that mean?" Moxie asked. It was quiet enough in the room that everyone heard our interaction.
"My boyfriend - sorry ex boyfriend never liked him." Lizzie said flatly.
"Oh shit sorry!" Moxie said, with everyone voicing their apologies to her in turn.
"It's fine! I'm fine! It's just funny that the first guy to look at me since I'm single admired the thing my boyfriend hated." Lizzie said.
