(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.
I asked her if she had had enough for one night, and though she blushed, she didn't say yes (to having enough). I got up and she did as well. I kissed her then. I slipped my tongue between her lips and she met mine with hers, doing the tongue dance. I reached for her breasts over her shirt and she did the same- copying every move I made, which became the theme for the night.
I removed her top and sports bra, she did the same to mine (sans bra). Again, we kissed, hands back to tits, each of us squeezing the other's nipples. I slipped my hand into her panties and that's where the 'mirror act' ended- she froze, which made me pause as well.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
She nodded, but was still very tense. I gave her a quick kiss and walked to my bedroom, hoping she would follow. I was turning down the bed as she entered the room, then I took off my workout shorts leaving me naked. She took of her panties and then I took control.
I had her sit back on the bed with two big pillows behind her so she was practically sitting up. I briefly kissed her nose, licked her lips and then sucked on her left nipple while squeezing the other. Her back arched and she grabbed my head, pulling me to her.
With both hands on her breasts, I moved lower. Licking her belly button, she gasped , then I rubbed her outer labia, letting one finger barely separate the lips, while moving up and down, top to bottom; just grazing the clit. She was panting and watching me, pushing my head down to her pussy, silently begging me to lick her.
With her hands on my head, pulling me down, I traced my tongue up the length of her crevice, gathering her wetness. My finger followed and her back arched as she moaned I slid my finger deep into her, and felt her hymen for the first time, only to remember my own being broken so long ago; her opening was about an inch wide. I said nothing, but continued up to lick her clit- she gasped my name and I looked up to realize it was just spoken in passion- she was coming again.
I am so horny now; I use my other hand to rub myself, fucking myself as she presses my head harder into her. I take her clit between my lips and she shutters hard, clamping her legs together with my finger deep in her pussy. Face wet with her juices, I come as well.