Tuesday morning Annalise got a message from Janice inviting her to yoga class that afternoon. At first she was hesitant; she was a little embarrassed at the way she'd been degraded by Lexi, Ana, Janice, and Ella, and at what a willing participant she'd been. But thinking of it she felt her pussy began to moisten, and she knew that there was no way she could refuse the invitation.
Janice used one of her guest passes for Annalise, who set up in a space between Janice and Ella. Looking around at the class, which was made up of women of all ages, all of them beautiful in their own way, Annalise felt privileged to be there. For a moment she focused on Ella, who looked especially gorgeous today, with her hair pinned back and wearing a black bodystocking that showed off her lithe form.
But even Ella was put in the shade by the teacher, Serena, who to Annalise looked like a creature from another planet. She was tall, athletic, and seemingly glowing with life and energy. As the class began, Annalise had a hard time taking her eyes off Serena, which was fine since she was the teacher and everyone was looking at her anyway.
It was a sunny and warm in the studio, and soon Annalise began to sweat. She found it difficult to concentrate on the poses, surrounded as she was by such stunning beauty; she looked around from Janice to Ella, to a particularly lovely brown-haired specimen in the corner, and back to Serena, and lustful, wild thoughts ran through her head. She realized that she was soaking wet between the legs, and was glad she was wearing a dark color that would hopefully serve as camouflage.
Annalise's sex life had never been very exciting. Her former husband had not been very passionate or interesting in bed, and though she had sometimes considered an affair no good opportunity had ever presented itself. By the time they divorced, she was almost 40 and didn't find herself much in demand; and also she was shy and not very good at flirting or meeting new people. When Lexi and her father moved in next door, it had taken awhile for her to get up the nerve to approach them. When she did, the result had been unexpected, but certainly enjoyable. Now that she had been introduced to the joys of woman-on-woman love, a whole new world was opening up for her.
After class Annalise hung around talking with Janice, Ella, and Serena -- though she had difficulty forming sentences, so awed was she by Serena's statuesque beauty. Janice told the others that she had the keys to Jessica's house while Jessica was out of town, and invited them over for a drink. All three readily accepted.
At Jessica's Annalise excused herself to go to the bathroom, and while she was there she became engrossed in the book she found sitting on the toilet tank, which was filled with pictures of women in bondage. By the time she returned to the living room, Ella was naked on the couch with her legs spread, Janice kneeling between them. Serena sat off to one side watching, also naked, fingering herself with her right hand while her left held a glass of Prosecco.
Annalise saw half-empty glasses on the coffee table next to Janice and Ella and a full one on the opposite site, which she picked up and sipped without taking her eyes off the scene before her. Her eyes met Serena's and Serena favored her with a big smile, green eyes glittering with mischief and vitality. Annalise knew exactly what she wanted to do, and after taking a big gulp of wine, she set her glass down and did it.
She sank to her knees in front of Serena, put her hands on the blonde's knees, and pushed them all the way open. The mingled scent of sweat and arousal rising from between Serena's legs was truly intoxicating, and just for a second Annalise thought she might faint. But then she recovered herself and leaned down to kiss those firm thighs, running her tongue along the magnificent muscles. Serena tensed and gripped Annalise's shoulder with her hand, sinking down in her chair so that her legs could splay further apart.
