I always looked forward to Wednesday, my day off in the middle of the week. Not that I couldn't really take a day off any time I wanted, I was the owner of a high end dress shop, sorry, boutique in town and earned a good living from it. I employed some staff, a couple of middle-aged ladies who worked part-time and on whom I could rely completely, but I actually enjoyed working, many of my clients, clients note, not customers had become friends and it was a pleasure to do business with them.
Then there was the other part of my enjoyment, I was a bit of a voyeur. To set the background my name is Cassie and I'm thirty-five and single. Single by choice, but not necessarily celibate, I enjoyed encounters with many people, both male and female although I steered well clear of any form of relationship with either sex, yes I had my regulars, just as my boutique had regulars, people I could call upon for a sex romp when the fancy took me, no strings sex, no awkward goodbyes, no petty jealousies.
Thus my shop was a paradise when it came to looking at the partially clad. Of course many of the clients were elderly, but on occasions when a pretty young thing came in I started to salivate, helping them out of their day clothes, helping slip the designer dresses on, gentle touches here and there, smoothing wrinkles, suggesting that perhaps braless would look better.
Of course I never actually did anything, that would be disastrous for the business, but getting myself off afterwards was always a delight, sometimes they were hardly out of the shop before I had my knickers down and several fingers in my pussy, bringing myself to shuddering orgasms in the very fitting rooms where they'd stood nearly naked mere minutes before. I wasn't above a bit of exhibitionism either, bending down in front of them, showing my bra encased breasts, looking for a reaction, filing the names away for a later date perhaps.
But Wednesdays I took the day off, rising late, usually starting the day off with an orgasm, lying in my lovely bed running my hands over my body, massaging my breasts, then down to my pussy, pulling my panties off, slipping my fingers inside and frigging my clit until I came. Not that I didn't masturbate on other days, but Wednesday morning was special.
I had men friends as well, people I could trust to be discreet, most were married which caused me an occasional pang of guilt, but I had always allowed myself to be seduced, so I could honestly say I had never taken another woman's man. One or two were the husbands of clients and it always gave me a frisson when the wives came into the shop and I'd see them nearly naked, wondering how they'd react if they knew that I'd had their husband's cock in my pussy, had let them cum inside me, had sucked their cocks.
Once or twice the husband had come into the shop with them and we'd been tempted by a quickie while his wife was in the fitting room, nice idea, wholly impracticable, but great masturbation fodder.
Today was Wednesday and I was looking forward to my yoga class, I'd masturbated this morning and had a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm, a real toe curler that had me gasping for breath. I wore a leotard and tights to the class, forgoing panties to give myself a clean look, as the class gave me an excellent opportunity to pursue my twin vices of voyeurism and exhibitionism.
It was a mixed class, men and women and I'd seen the way some of the men looked at the women. Yoga always seemed so indecorous, legs apart, bodies contorted into all sorts of strange positions, bums in the air, almost sexual but without a partner. I admit that I had tried sex in some of those positions with both men and women with varying degrees of success, nearly always ending up in a tangled mess of naked bodies on the floor laughing at the impossibility of it all.
One or two of the men were quite attractive, and it was fun to imagine them naked in the poses, either with erections or flaccid, but I had yet to take anyone home from the class.
The teacher was relatively new, she'd only been there a week or two but seemed to be very good, ensuring that all the poses were correct, both for safety and for maximum benefit.
I nearly always showered afterwards in the changing rooms, I didn't get terribly sweaty, but it was nice to leave feeling fresh, both mentally and physically. There was rarely anyone else in the showers and it didn't have the feel of a public changing room. Today I was definitely showering as I'd booked a massage afterwards, something I did about once a month.
There was a new face in the class, a petite woman of about my own age, clad in the proper clothes, unlike some who turned up in track pants. She was blond with her hair in a neat pony tail and she smiled pleasantly at me as we gathered for the start of the class. Surprisingly she introduced herself to me, her name was Rebecca, Becky for short. I told her I was Cassie, telling people it was short for Cassandra always provoked comments about being the false prophet of doom, something that lost its funniness for me after about the hundredth time I'd heard it.
The class started and we were soon caught up in it, the teacher spending time with all of us, encouraging perfection and guiding limbs into correct positions. She came over to me a couple of times, getting quite close to me, easing limbs into correct positions. I found it quite erotic, her hands on my thighs, once on the inside quite close to my pussy and several times she brushed her arms against my breasts. I caught Becky's eyes rolling several times, almost saying that it was a fun class and that she was going a bit over the top.
Finally the class was over and the teacher came over to me, and placed her hand on my arm, "Well done Cassie, that was a great improvement, anytime you want any extra guidance please don't hesitate to ask."
I thanked her and went off to the showers, wondering if she'd just made the opening moves to something. As usual the showers were virtually deserted although I could hear water cascading down somewhere. I stripped off my leotard and pulled off my bra, letting my breasts loose, pleased to be free of that constricting sports bra. My tights came off and unthinkingly I ran my hands over my body, caressing it as though a lover might, ending up running them up my inner thighs and over my pussy, feeling my freshly shaved lips and mons. I went to a nearby cubicle and turned on the water, realising that the occupied shower was only a few down from me. There were walls to the shower but no door or curtain, so not a great deal of privacy, but as there only appeared to be the two of us I was not too concerned.
I washed my hair and rinsed it out thoroughly, then washed my body down with shower gel and rinsed the suds off. I then turned the water off and in the relative quiet I could hear a strange noises, soft grunts almost like piglets make when foraging for food. I listened, wondering if it was coming from the pipework but it didn't seem to be so I peered out of my cubicle, seeing nothing around.
Intrigued, I followed the sound, and as I approached the other occupied cubicle I saw the cause. Becky was standing under the cascading water, her knees parted, legs flexed slightly, shoving three fingers rhythmically inside her pussy. Her other hand was squeezing her breast, her nipple pinched tightly between her fingers and from the look on her face she was about to cum.
My pussy twinged and a surge of pussy juice escaped inside me, I couldn't help it, my hand went down to my crotch and started to rub myself. It could only have been a couple of seconds or so it seemed when a strangled cry erupted from Becky's mouth and her fingers blurred as she reached out for the wall to steady herself. Her eyes snapped open and saw me, panic clear in them, but her orgasm was too close and I could see it rushing through her as her whole body shuddered and stilled.
She looked at me and grinned, her eyes dropping to where my hands were rubbing myself, "Sorry about that," she said, "I thought I was alone in here, but don't let me stop you finishing yourself off if you want." I came to and realised what she meant, my fingers were half in my pussy already. Somewhat sheepishly I withdrew them and we both returned to our towels on the bench and started to dry ourselves.
