I've been practicing Bikram yoga for a few years now. Besides the physical benefits I've achieved, it also gives me the opportunity to gaze at beautiful men and women and better still, while they are scantily clad. Bikram yoga is performed in a 105 degree room and high humidity to help the body warm up so you can really build your strength and flexibility. I can tell you it does wonders for me. It also means that folks don't wear much in the room and I get to see lots of delicious skin while I'm practicing.
My husband, Tom, knew I was bisexual when we started dating (well, after we started anyway) and that I was in a serious long-distance relationship at the time. It certainly added some twists to our relationship but we've been able to make it all work with open communication and trust. Tom knows how much I enjoy looking at and watching other people and that the yoga studio is one of my favorite places.
Kris is a good friend I met through yoga and she just completed the 9 week Teachers training course. She went down to LA at the beginning of summer to get setup in her apartment and do a little site-seeing before the non-stop torture (her words, not mine) began.
A couple days after she returned, we met for a coffee and she told me all about her experience. She kept a blog all through training, but she wasn't able to relate all of what she experienced there, mainly because her parents were reading it too. I was eager to hear more and listened intently.
"As you know, it was exhausting," she began. "I mean, yoga class three times a day, for nine weeks! Add to that all the lectures between the classes."
"Yeah, I have a hard enough time doing a double every once in a while. I can't even begin to imagine."
"That wasn't the hardest part though," she said.
"What could possibly be harder than that?"
"Well, doing all that yoga was bringing up a lot of emotions for me. I'd be lying in savasana and I would start crying or I'd have to try holding back the giggles. My emotions were all over the place. And as I said, I was physically exhausted. But the weirdest thing started happening." She started whispering, "I was getting very aroused each class I was in. By the time I finished training, I think I was aroused almost the entire class. And I'm sure others could notice, my nipples were always hard and were easily visible pointing out through my top. Luckily nobody mentioned it, I would have died from embarrassment."
"Yeah, I can't imagine nobody noticed. I'm sure I would have...." My voice trailed off at the end, I hadn't intended on letting her know that I was looking at her during yoga class. Her eyes widened slightly at my words, but she didn't give any other indication that she understood the meaning of them.
Kris continued speaking in a low voice, "Even though I was exhausted, I still had a hard time sleeping. My mind was filled with erotic thoughts and images and it took a long time to get to sleep."
"Why didn't you take matters into your own hands?" I asked with a smile. I was hoping I could get her to reveal a little of what she did to masturbate. That could be useful fantasy material later.
"You remember I had two roommates in my apartment?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
"Well, as you can imagine, it was difficult to find any privacy to do what I wanted."
I was disappointed hearing this, thinking that was the end of her story.
"The only time I was really alone, if you want to call it that, was when they were both asleep," she continued, still speaking quietly. "All I was able to do was play a little under the covers. I was too afraid of going all the way, fearing I'd make too much noise and they'd wake up."
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"Oh god, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this. I did the same thing every night until I left. I'd wait until they were asleep, which didn't take long, then I would slide my hands over my body, one hand staying up to caress my breasts, the other going down to, well, you know..." she finished.
I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Tell me."
She looked away for a moment then looked back. "Alright," she sighed. "I'd slide my fingers along the lips of my... my vagina, up and down, sometimes sliding a finger in to get it moist and then up to circle my clit." She stopped for a few moments, then, "I could only take so much before I had to stop, afraid I was making too much noise."
"What were you thinking about while you were doing this?"
She was looking into my eyes again, feeling more comfortable relating her story to me. "I was mostly thinking about Cooper and how much I missed him. And how long it had been since we'd seen each other and been together. I would imagine being with him again."
Yeah, I could imagine too. Cooper was her boyfriend and I must admit I was a little envious. He was gorgeous. He was about 6 feet tall and proportionately built, with well toned muscles and from what I could tell, the muscle she was dreaming about was well proportioned too. He also practiced yoga and I'd been lucky enough to have him in some of my classes. He certainly was nice on the eyes.
"Mostly? What else were you thinking about Kris?"
She looked away again, looking a bit shy. "I would think about the other students in my classes. There were many beautiful people to watch. There were a few that caught my eye and I'd imagine being with them too." She stopped then and stared off behind me out the window.
