(A special thanks to PrincessLeigha, for her patient editing of my story)
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She was a virgin to our Hot Yoga Flow class. We turn the heat turned up 90+ degrees, and she was having a difficult time with it.
Although I'm not the instructor, I have subbed for her before while she was away and I often help those that struggle so they don't slow down our big class (30+ people). I also do personal training, but I'm picky about who I work with since it pays much less than my 'day job' (in other words, no 'rich bitches').
Beth is typical of a young, in-shape woman. They usually think that since they can run a couple of miles they can just jump right in the first time and keep up and they can't; especially in the heat. It is great for detoxification, but difficult to get used to.
Less than a half hour into class, Beth got a leg cramp and I pulled her off to the corner to work it out. Anyone that has had a personal trainer knows we can get hands-on but neither of us minded, and she quickly got loose and we rejoined everyone else.
She came to a few more workouts and did pretty well. She was still getting cramps though; which just shuts down a workout. After class one day, we chatted for a bit in the parking lot; she was so discouraged about getting leg cramps that disrupted our workouts that she was going to stop coming all together. She had been to a Doctor and ruled out vitamin deficiencies and generally had good hydration. She wasn't sure what her problem was.
Beth asked if I would be willing to work one on one with her, so she wouldn't be so concerned about disrupting everyone else if she continued to cramp up. I agreed to help, and the next night she came to my condo.
Not long into our first session she got a thigh cramp. I helped her work it out, then suggested that I rub her down before continuing. Since she had biker shorts on, those had to go, as her upper thighs needed to be massaged to loosen up. She took them off as I got my oils and towels, and I laid her on my mat and rubbed her calves then thighs.
When I got to her upper thighs, she spread her legs for easier access and a wet spot started to spread on her panties. As I rubbed her higher and higher and as my fingers inched to the edges of her underwear, she started breathing harder. I know the signs well and she was very close an orgasm. So I got more oil, switched upper thighs, and with both hands gripped and squeezed the muscles, thumbs slipping just under the bottom elastic of her panties.
That did it- she gasped, froze and shivered, eyes popped open wide. Then Beth rolled over, grabbed a towel and ran to the bathroom.
I gave her a few minutes, before knocking on the door and asking if she was alright. She said yes and then came out, looking bashful and embarrassed. I poured us some wine and we sat on the couch and talked.
That's when she told me she was a virgin. She wasn't attracted to guys, but was raised a strict Catholic- quite the dilemma.
She admitted that that was her first orgasm not self administered. I told her (for the sake of full disclosure) that I am bisexual but leaned more towards females. She was full of questions, but had seen enough porn to already know the answers.