Amy's Yoga Blunder
Christmas was coming up way too quickly. I had already gotten Amy her secret Christmas present, but I usually also got something for us both from Santa to do something together, which was always a surprise for Amy. Last year it was a massage for us both.
Suddenly it hit me: yoga! Amy had said about nine months ago that we should do a yoga class together. So, I googled a few yoga centres and got one that had a small group class at 8pm on Friday nights for an hour. Although I thought it was a bit late, it gave us time to get home from work, have an early dinner, freshen up and take the kids to the grandparents, who agreed to have them overnight on most Fridays. It was also a small class and was early enough to get home at a decent time to relax afterwards, before sleep.
A week before Christmas, I rang the number and booked a five-night course, over five weeks. The voucher would be in the mail and class details would come via email to Amy a week before the classes started.
The lady asked, "Have you done classes with us before?" From her accent I gathered she was Asian of some sort.
I said, "No, we haven't."
"Okay, that's good. We are always looking for new participants for our special class and we always welcome newcomers. Our classes are limited in number, so are you open to join the group sensual session with only five other couples?" She asked.
"Yeah, no problem," I said. That's a quiet relaxing group size, I thought, not a big money-making class where you don't get any personal attention. And sensual? Sure, why not? It'll put us in the mood for after, I hoped.
"Are you a friendly and outgoing couple?" She asked.
"Sure, we like to make new friends and meet for coffees and anything else," I said.
"Great, I think you'll fit in and be pleasantly surprised, but in case you are not, you'll be free to request a pro-rata refund for any classes you cancel."
"Great, that's very nice of you," I said. "We are looking forward to participating. When are your classes?" I enquired.
"We have stopped now for the Christmas and New Year season, but we start on the last Friday in January after New Year, and then every week for five weeks."
"Good!" I said, "Count us in!" Amy will be very pleased; she's been wanting to do yoga for ages.
Before long, the last Friday in January was upon us. Amy was very excited about Santa's gift to us both.
"He's very clever," she said. "He knows everything."
"He sure does," I laughed. We had dropped the kids off and arrived at the address 10 minutes early. It was a large house, with a little sign saying "This way to the Yoga Class" accompanied by a Japanese translation and a cute little arrow pointing down the driveway. We parked in the street and when we arrived at the back there was a nice, big, and very well-built workshop, like an art studio or photographic studio. Although the blinds on the windows were drawn, you could tell that there was warm, romantic lighting inside. Inside, it was nicely fitted out with a large area in the middle, obviously for the classes.
We were the third couple to arrive. The other two couples already there were very nice; they introduced themselves and showed us around the room and amenities. They said that the class leader, Akari, was Japanese and was very good. Ah, that explains a few things, I thought.
As the other two couples arrived, we were introduced again. Only the initial two couples had done yoga here before; for the rest of us it was our first course at this venue. Zumi, also Japanese, from one of the new couples had made quick friends with Amy. Her husband, Joe, was also very nice to chat to. They'll probably be our go-to friends at this course, I thought, as the others seemed to have coupled up as well.
Zumi asked Amy if she was excited about the class.
"Sure," Amy said. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
"Yes, us too," she replied. "We have never tried anything like this before, so I hope it's as exciting as what we are expecting."
The whole group seemed very friendly, and I did notice that they all seemed very fit and supple, and some of them, not so shy about their clothing.
Suddenly, we all heard a door open and shut, and a lady came in.
"Welcome, everyone! my name is Akari. I'm your instructor and private confidant. I hope you all had a good new year and that you are all looking forward to my special yoga class, one which you will hopefully not forget." I looked at Amy with a funny expression on my face. Hmmm, I thought, a few things that had been said tonight seem a bit strange for a yoga class.
Akari was slim, looked very fit and toned all over. She wore a very thin fabric yoga outfit with no legs, like a bathing suit. It looked like it would split open if it was stretched too much. It left nothing to the imagination, as you could see her nipples through the outfit as well as the contours, groove and shadows of her pussy. Okay, I thought, we'll all need to put all our concentration on the class tonight, and not on her outfit.
"Okay," Akari said. "Let's start. Please state your first names, so everyone knows who you are." I noticed one guy who looked very interested in Amy.
Once that was done, she said, "If you haven't already, get into your yoga gear for the first part and get your mats out. Sit down with ladies at the front row and the men behind." Once we'd all done that she said, "Okay, all the men shift behind another lady who is not your partner. I shifted behind Zumi and Joe quickly sat behind Amy, before that other guy could get behind Amy. Good move, Joe, I thought. "Now, cross your legs into the lotus position as best you can, facing forward, hands together on your laps and close your eyes." Akari said some soft words in Japanese, which I thought may have been a yoga prayer or tradition or something. While I had my eyes closed, I thought, what did she mean get into our Yoga gear for the "first part?" Is there a second part? Stop thinking, I said to myself, it's probably just a break in 20 minutes or something, but what would we be wearing for the second part? Stop thinking, I said to myself again.
Well that first 25 minutes certainly stretched a few things I didn't know I had. Watching Zumi and Amy in front of me was a little nerve wracking, seeing their bums and pussies close up. Even with yoga pants on, it was still quite erotic and sexy with some poses. The girls didn't seem to mind. Amy would know that behind her, Joe would be watching intently. Maybe she was enjoying this little session, in more ways than just for yoga. She likes to tease. I might suggest something later, I thought, as Zumi and Joe were nice, and I could tell Amy liked them.
Akari, after a short water break, and after turning the lights down to a low, sensuous glow, moved out to the front again and said, "Okay, now that you are all relaxed and warmed up, let's start the sensual yoga session. Line up, please, as you were, with the same man behind you, no partners. Those of you who have been here before, you know what to expect, and those who are new, you would have read the brochure following your booking confirmation and understood, and so that's why you are here, and that's a real credit to your yoga beliefs and inhibitions." I looked at Amy. I used her email address, so what didn't I know about this yoga class that I booked? Wow, what is this all about, I thought, as Amy looked at me with a puzzled look on her face as well. Obviously, she hadn't read the email or brochure either, probably just thinking that it was a regular yoga class.
I mouthed, "Are you okay?"
She replied, "Yes, I'm good." Zumi must have noticed Amy's apprehension and reached across and squeezed her hand.