Stella was my Yoga instructor, a pastime that I enjoy not only for the exercise, but also because it keeps me lithe and flexible, necessary attributes in the career of a twenty-one year old aspiring model. From the very first time that I met Stella, there was a mutual feeling of friendship, I found myself quite mesmerized by her as she just exudes this special charisma, a special personality coupled with a smile that simply draws you to her.
Initially enrolling in group sessions, Stella and I found we had a lot in common and it was not long before we became friends. Like me she enjoyed the game of Squash and on court we really became quite competitive, but off court we also experienced some delightful social interactions both with other yoga students and, on occasion alone. Simply put, it was a growing mutual friendship.
After class one cold wintry Wednesday evening, Stella asked if I wanted to go for a glass of wine, an invitation, as always, readily accepted and we went to a local wine bar. Sitting at the bar chit-chatting she told me that she and her husband were getting a divorce. Stella had mentioned a growing rift in her marriage on a previous occasion, but now it had come to the point of separation. Actually, it was an amicable separation, they had both realized that this was a bad marriage, they were not suited to each other and the divorce did go ahead without acrimony on either side and happily, they subsequently remained friends.
Never-the-less, at this point Stella was understandably a little tense and trying to lighten the moment I joked with her that "what you need is some Yoga exercises to help you relax."
As she Smiled that enigmatic smile of hers, I continued "I know a good team supporter if you want to come back to my flat and stretch, and I have some great red wine in the kitchen!" I was pleasantly surprised to hear her accept my invitation.
As she settled into an armchair I turned on the Gas fire, one of those that looks like the real thing, artificial flames in an open fire grate type thing, both warming and nice to look at. I left to get the wine but coming back into the living room I tossed her Yoga bag to her telling her "Hey come on, we need to stretch, ha ha."
Her face was a picture! "Oh, you're serious! O.K., let's see what you got," and so saying we both changed into our leotards. I turned down the room lights and we changed in the fire's glow. It was the first time I ever saw her naked, the first time I ever felt my sexuality really coming to the fore in her presence. Yes, I had often looked at her thinking I would love to kiss that woman, but I had never knowingly shown her my desire, after all she was married and no doubt straight.
Concealing my thoughts I quickly lay the mats out in front of the fire and proceeded to start my warm up routine, Stella alongside of me but her head at my feet. Warmed and stretched out we commenced the exercise regimen and it was not long before the natural instructor within her came out; Stella, moved to kneel at my side, correcting my posture, her hands guiding me into position. "Oh, Aimie, you are tense, relax for a moment, turn over and let me look at your spine."
Rolling over, her deft fingers ran down the entire length of my back, feeling here, pushing there; problem was the feeling of intimacy within me was growing and growing. It grew even more intense for me as she massaged her way down my legs, first one, then the other... Stretching one leg backward, her hand moved under and then between my thighs, supporting the weight of my leg as she stretched me and rotated my hip, slowly laying it down again before moving to the other side and repeating the exercise.
That feeling of her hand on my inner thigh was electric, I could feel cold chills running down my legs, and my pussy was tingly and increasingly moist... Thoughts were spinning through my mind: 'Damn it girl, relax; stop thinking; its Yoga exercise; stop imagining; Oh hell; I can smell me, please, please don't let her get this scent of me!'
Lowering my leg her hands were now massaging my lower back, my chest and then my shoulders and it was now that I was slowly becoming aware of another meaning in her touch.
Stroking my back I felt her weight move across me, her body lying full length over my back, her legs astride of mine, her mound pushing within my cleft, her fingers touching my hand, entwining with my own, sensations all of which I readily accepted and responded to; her pelvis moved slowly against me as I felt her lips kissing the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and causing me to release a murmuring sound of accepting pleasure.
