My friend Katie and I booked a long weekend to go to a yoga retreat early last year. We're former co-workers and social friends but we'd never really done much outside of work together. But one Saturday with a group of people we'd met for drinks she mentioned that she was looking to get away to a yoga retreat; I'd been thinking about it, too. The thought of spending a few days doing nothing but yoga sounded amazing, and I was happy to go with a friend rather than by myself.
The spa was in Utah and we flew there early on a Thursday afternoon, ready for our first classes on Friday morning. The rooms were nice with little kitchenettes and huge baskets of fruit that were waiting for us when we'd arrived. And though we hadn't planned it, we ended up getting rooms right next door to each other.
We settled in that first night and ate at the cafeteria, talking about what we were most looking forward to.
"I'm excited for my run tomorrow," said Katie, as she sipped her water and dug into her dinner. "The idea of someone leading me and challenging me on a long run through hills sounds intense."
"The run is all yours," I said, smiling. "I've signed up for two different yoga classes tomorrow and then I'll be by the pool. This is part vacation, right?"
"It is for sure," she responded, "and you'll find me at the pool next to you after the run."
We finished our dinners, signed for the bill and walked back towards our rooms. It was early but we decided to turn in and be rested for tomorrow.
I went into my room, turned on the TV and opened the door to the closet. I was relaxed, had so far liked being here, and was excited to spend some time on myself. Being with someone like Katie was a nice treat, too, and I hoped the time together could solidify our friendship. She's well read and intelligent and fun to talk to so I was glad we'd decided to take this trip together.
I changed out of my clothes, removing everything except my panties and fell into the bed. I stretched and moved across the smooth sheets, as the warm air in the room passed through me. I was finally starting to relax, with no obligation to deal with or anyone else to worry about. It was exactly what I'd wanted this weekend.
Quickly realizing that I was alone in my room (something that doesn't happen often for me!) my thoughts drifted to one of the many fantasies that filled my head, as my right hand casually passed over my chest and my fingers lightly pulled across my right nipple, pinching it and making it longer as I tensed up my midsection.
Just so you know, I have three main fantasies: Being with two men at once; having sex in a public place; and having sex with a woman—and not necessarily in that order!
Being at a resort that was mostly full of women, I naturally started thinking about the sex-with-a-girl-fantasy. I slowly began to pinch my nipple between my fingers, as it stiffened. I think I have the most sensitive nipples in the world and my bits started to get wet almost immediately. I ran my other hand to my other boob and then deliberately moved my fingers across my chest, squeezing and pulling at both nipples, wetting my fingers with my mouth as I continued to play with my own chest.
I closed my eyes and reached down under my panties, rubbing my middle finger lightly across the top of my pussy while the fantasy began to play out in my head.
I keep my pussy smooth, with a regular Brazilian wax and a thin landing strip up top. It makes sex more slippery and soft and also makes me feel more clean and fresh.
The scene was starting to bloom in my head and I was getting more and more wet as my fingers began to push against my labia and as my clit started to grow and throb.
My fantasy girl lay on her back and I leaned over her, as she leaned her face forward and kissed me on the mouth. I pulled at her nipples with my thumbs and index fingers and we kissed harder, with her pushing and grinding her naked pussy hard against my thigh.
My fingers picked up speed under my panties and my legs spread further as my breathing grew deeper, while the fingers on my other hand aggressively pulled at my nipples.
She went to put her own two fingers inside of me and they slid in easily, as her free hand slid across my stomach and up to my boobs.
I became wetter as the scene in my head continued to play and I took my hand from myself and reached with both hands to pull my panties off in one quick motion.
With my panties off, I spread my legs wide open and my knees bowed as the balls of my feet touched and I rhythmically and quickly rubbed my clit with my index and middle fingers, while my head continued to play the scene of me sliding down her chest to her stomach, with the goal of going down on her.
I started to come as my mouth pressed against her trimmed pussy, squealing quietly as I pictured it in my mouth, as I exhaled and released the tension that had built up inside of me. It lasted longer than usual as I melted into the bed, falling asleep quickly with thoughts of a full day tomorrow.
When I woke up I made my way to the bathroom, washed my face, put on my yoga pants, and headed out the door. Katie was already out on her run and I sipped tea and ate fruit at the cafeteria as I waited for my class to start. It was a beautiful day and I was excited to get it all going.
When the class had finished I realized that it had been everything I'd wanted: Challenging with good energy and a variety of personalities making it fun. I was practically bouncing as I walked back to the room for a shower and to read for a while until lunch. My second class was still two hours away and it was great to have nothing to do. Katie was still out running but I knew we'd meet up at the pool later.
My second class was better than the first and I walked back to the room feeling really good. I changed into my bikini, grabbed my book, and headed for the pool. As I walked past Katie's room, I saw that her door was cracked open and that the light was on. I poked my head in and saw that she'd just returned from the run, standing in the kitchen and drinking water in her sports bra and shorts.
"Hey, how was it?" I asked.
"So good" she said, with thick breathing as she leaned forward and stretched out her legs. "But I am going to be sooooo sore tomorrow!"
"I can only imagine...I don't know how you just ran eight miles!"
"Ah, it wasn't so bad. How was Yoga?"
"Really good," I said. "I already love this place!"
"Me, too. Are we ready for the pool?"
"Was on my way there now," I said.
"I need to shower—I'm gross," she said. "Do you want to wait or meet me there?"
"I'm in no hurry; I'll wait for you."
I moved to one of the armchairs and reached for my book. While I sat there, I couldn't help but noticing what great shape that Katie was in. I mean, I knew she was relatively fit but had never had this view or seen her body this exposed. Her legs were toned and lean and her stomach was flat, with a tight butt that was petite and obviously firm. As she continued to gather her things for the shower, I realized I was leaning my body towards the bathroom door and hall, curious about seeing her change out of her clothes.
My head immediately went back to my fantasy from the night before and my heart jumped. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I realized that I was hoping that I was going to get to see Katie naked! I'd been turned on since we arrived, for no particular reason, and I suddenly found myself intrigued by seeing my friend out of her clothes.
She took off her shoes and socks and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as I heard the water turn on. Not this time.
We eventually made our way to the pool and found a good spot right in the sun. The warmth felt great and we both ordered drinks to continue relaxing.
Katie looked amazing in her bikini and I have to admit that I would have killed to have her body. Don't get me wrong, I'm not overweight, I'm just not as petite and toned as Katie is. I was absolutely looking at her body and found myself trying not to get turned on by it or stare at it—and I didn't do either very well. Thank God for sunglasses!
"Yea...going to be really sore in the morning," she said lazily, rubbing her right thigh with her fingers as we both continued to soak in the sun.
"I thought you run all the time," I said. "How far do you usually go?"
"It wasn't the distance," she said, "it was the hills—both up and down—that made it so hard."
"How far did you go again?"
"It was only eight miles but our guide said that if you factor in all the hills, it was more like 13. My legs may literally fall off!"
"Ha!" I laughed. "You should get a massage while we're here."
