Yoga Session Leads to More

My older brother and his wife live 5 minutes from our childhood home. They are both 27 and have good-paying jobs as corporate "suits". John and Suzanne married 3 years ago, and they live the typical suburban, workaholic lifestyle. No plans yet for kids or pets -- too busy for both.

I am 21, having just finished my junior year of college. I live at home with my parents in the summers, and I was lucky enough to land a solid internship near our hometown this summer.

John and Suzanne were over at my parents' house for dinner a few weeks ago. The topic of workout programs came up. Suzanne is really into yoga, and she swears by its benefits for both the body and the mind. John suggested that I come over that Saturday morning to join Suzanne in her weekly Saturday yoga session.

John has a bum shoulder, and he also gets together with a group of friends online to play video games for a couple of hours every Saturday morning, so he thought that would be a perfect time for me to give yoga a try. Suzanne agreed that this would be a great idea and said she would love to introduce me to some of the basic poses. She normally works out alone at home on Saturdays while John plays his video games.

That Saturday, I arrived at their house at 10 am as planned. Suzanne looked amazing in her yoga pants, sports bra, and loose tank top. She has brown, shoulder-length hair, the most amazing blue eyes, long legs, and curves in all the right places. Whether I liked doing yoga or not, I was going to enjoy the hell out of looking at her body for the next hour and a half.

She showed me the way to her workout studio. She had transformed a spare bedroom into a comfortable oasis for her meditation and yoga. She had the lights dimmed and a few candles burning. New age music played softly on the Bluetooth speaker.

"I thought we'd start with some basic beginner poses, and then kind of play it by ear to see where you need the most work," Suzanne said. I replied, "That sounds great." I really had no idea what I was doing, and I was more interested in this sexy atmosphere than in the workout itself.

I found out quickly that yoga is way more difficult than I ever imagined. I also learned very quickly that I had no flexibility at all, while Suzanne could bend her body into all kinds of pretzel shapes. She caught me staring at her body a few times and would give me the softest smile as asked me to focus on my own body or move my eyes in another direction.

A few times, she would stop her pose and push or pull some part of my body to adjust or correct my pose. Each time, it sent chills through my body and awoke my dormant cock. I would harden up a little whenever she innocently tried to help me with my form.

After an hour, I could not take any more stretching and strengthening, and I just laid on the floor, whining about how sore I was. Suzanne mercifully sat next to me and started to massage my back, shoulders, and arms. That felt amazing, and I didn't want her to stop. I asked her if she did legs, too. She smiled, moved down to my feet and started caressing them.

After a few minutes on my feet, she worked her hands along my calves. Then, she moved to my thighs. I let out a few soft moans as she rubbed there. A few times her hands went deep inside my thighs, but she never touched my crotch or my butt. I told her she could go higher if she wanted. She laughed and said, "I am not that kind of masseuse, my friend. That's all you get." With that, she playfully slapped my butt.

John barely looked up from his game as Suzanne walked me to the door. She gave me a quick hug, as she always does when someone leaves. I pulled her tighter and held on a little longer than usual. I knew she felt my semi-hard cock against her leg when she raised her eyebrow, cocked her head, smiled and said, "Down, boy."

"Same time next week?" I asked as we broke the hug. "That sounds great," Suzanne replied.

Thankfully, I was busy at my internship all week, so the days passed quickly. Saturday rolled around, and I eagerly rang their doorbell at 10 am. Suzanne was wearing the same outfit. John was parked on the couch, yelling instructions to his virtual game partners. When we entered the workout studio, it was dimly lit with candles and soft music was playing again.

Suzanne pulled off her loose tank top, leaving only her sports bra. I asked if this was going to be a naked yoga session. She laughed, slapped my arm and said, "No way, pal, you have to make it to session 4 before the clothes come off." I smiled as I looked deep into her blue eyes, and said, "I can't wait." We stood there, staring into each other's eyes and blushing. Finally, she broke our gaze and said, "Let's get started, funny guy."

A few poses in, I told her I was frustrated with my progress and just wanted to sit and watch her do some poses to see them done correctly. She was fine with that, so I moved to the side as she continued with her flow. I never realized how many yoga poses required either sticking your butt way into the air or spreading your legs as wide as possible. I was treated to some pretty amazing views of her incredible curves as she worked out. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. She was so into her routine that she barely noticed when I moved closer to get an even better view of certain body parts.

She did open her eyes on one pose to catch me with a tent forming in my shorts. I responded, "I am sorry, but it is just so sensual to see you in these poses wearing such tight clothes." Amazingly, she replied, "That's OK -- I sometimes get a little horny doing yoga, too. Just keep it in your pants, OK tiger?"

I decided to push the envelope a little, so I asked "Just curious. Are you wearing a thong or no underwear at all? I sure don't see any panty lines." "Wouldn't you like to know!", she laughed. "Sure I would, that's why I asked," I replied.

She walked over to me, turned around so her back was to me, reached behind her, pulled her yoga pants away from her back and said, "See for yourself." I glanced down and saw a couple of black strings disappearing into the crack of her butt. "Damn, I wish I was that thong right now," I said, confidently. "Gross -- you want to be all sweaty and stinky and riding up my butthole? Wait, don't answer that, perv. I have a question for you, now. Boxers or briefs?"

I answered by dropping my shorts immediately down to my ankles. Standing there with my cock fully erect, I said "Commando!" Suzanne's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. I took that to mean my cock was bigger than my brother's. She quickly regained her senses, turned away and said, "I told you to keep that thing in your pants. Let's call it a day."

I pulled up my shorts and begged her to keep going with her session. I promised her I would be a gentleman. No more games. I still wanted to watch, and I pleaded with her to give me a second chance. She warned me that any more perverted moves or questions would get me banned for good. She started again with her poses and got back into the flow of things.

At one point, I picked up her phone. I could access the camera without unlocking her screen, so I started taking pictures of each pose. I showed her the first few, and she said, "Hey these are pretty good. I've always wanted some pictures of me in these poses. Can you take a few more?" She worked through some new poses, then went back to some poses she had already done.

When she was done, she toweled off, took a drink of water, and walked me to the door. I asked if she would send me some of her favorite pictures from the ones I took. She said she would. This time, however, there was no hug.

Later that day, my phone buzzed. Suzanne had sent me three pictures of her in yoga poses. She thanked me again for taking them. In each one, she looked absolutely stunning.

Then, she sent a closeup of her butt, a closeup of her crotch, and a closeup of her breasts that I had sneaked in. She texted, "I'll be deleting these! Once a perv, always a perv!" with a winking emoticon. I thanked her for sending them along, because now I had copies of them to jerk off to. "Shit -- you're gross! Please delete them!" I assured her that I would.

The next Saturday, Suzanne greeted me at the door wearing a more revealing sports bra and a very tiny pair of lycra workout shorts. She had on little more than a bikini. I stepped back and whistled, taking in her beauty from head to toe. She spun around to show me all angles of her skimpy outfit.

She then pulled me close for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her and held on. John never looked up from his game as we stood there in an embrace, gazing into each other's eyes. We pulled apart, and I whispered into her ear, "No underwear for you today, and I can tell you are shaved." Suzanne slapped me on the arm and replied, "I knew you would notice that right away, perv!"

Suzanne then exclaimed "Let's go work out!" in John's direction. She took me by the hand and led me to the workout studio. It was set up as before, with a few more candles burning. This time, she closed and locked the door behind us -- something she had never done before. She looked nervous, and I asked her what was up. She said, "I'd just like you to take some more photos of me as I work out." I said, "Sure!" I told her how amazing she looked in this more revealing outfit, and she replied, "Thanks. That's what I was going for. Your pictures made me feel really confident about my body last week. I'd like more."

With that, she started with her sun salutations and I began taking pictures. Something was different, though. She was not as deeply invested into her poses with her eyes closed. She was very aware of me, and she kept staring at me and smiling sheepishly.

After a few upward dogs and downward dogs, she said, "Here, let's do these poses again a little differently." She breathed in a deep breath, then quickly peeled her sports bra over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts with dark brown nipples. She repeated the upward dogs and downward dogs over and over and over. I must've snapped a hundred pictures in just a couple of minutes.

When she paused for water, leaving her top off, I asked, "I thought I had to wait until session 4 for naked yoga. This is only session 3." Suzanne laughed and said, "You upped the ante when you dropped your pants last time. You showed me yours, so I figured I'd show you mine. Plus, your cock is longer and thicker than John's and I haven't stop thinking about it all week."

I responded by dropping my pants again. She stroked my hardening cock a couple of times, and said, "Just a few more poses and then we'll work this thing out together, OK?" I could barely contain myself as she peeled off her tight shorts and tossed them at me. I put them to my nose and inhaled her musky sweetness. Then I draped them over my rigid cock. Suzanne laughed and snapped a quick picture before tossing her shorts on the floor.

Suzanne then went through a series of 7 or 8 poses fully nude, while I gladly took pictures. Of course, I got some excellent extreme close-ups, too. During each pose, I would playfully cop a feel of her beautiful breasts or her hairless pussy. Each time, she would moan with approval.

Finally, she pushed me back on the couch and brought my cock to her lips. It disappeared inch-by-inch into her mouth until she gagged a little. Soon, her mouth and hand were sliding up and down my shaft in unison. She was damn good at sucking a cock, and very quickly she brought me to climax. She swallowed every drop, then moved up to kiss me.

I didn't care that I was tasting my own semen as our tongues danced together. I rubbed and tickled her breasts as we made out like a couple of teenagers. I'd never been kissed like this before, and I certainly had never received such an expert blow job.

We switched positions, with her sitting on the couch, and me between her legs on the floor. I ran my hands up and down her legs, giving her slight chills. I parted her legs and feasted my eyes on the ultimate prize -- her smoothly shaven pussy. My fingers traced her soaking wet lips, taking turns diving into her slit. I could see her clit, so I gently rubbed it. She moaned softly and arched her back a little. I moved my head forward and replaced my finger with my tongue. I licked her clit as I stuck one, then two fingers deep inside of her.

She grabbed my back and pressed my face deeper into her silky smoothness. I started tongue-fucking her as best I could. She was moaning loudly now, so I was glad my brother had his headphones on for his gaming in the other room. Suzanne's body shook as wave after wave of an orgasm rolled over her. Her strong legs closed tightly around my head as her juices rolled down my tongue and chin. We slid off the couch onto a yoga mat, limbs intertwined in a full-body embrace.

After about 15 minutes of caressing and cuddling, Suzanne started stroking me back to hardness. I rubbed her shaved pussy to get her juices flowing again, too.

I stood up and asked her to do one more downward dog. As soon as she was in position, I stepped behind her and guided my cock into her steamy pussy. I held onto her hips as I slowly thrust into her. She stayed in downward dog and welcomed each push.

She then dropped to her knees, and things got rough and hot. I slammed my cock repeatedly into her from behind as she rocked back and forth with everything she had. My balls slapped against her ass each time. She was panting and grunting with each hard thrust. "Oh! Yeah! FUCK! Give it to me, stud! Deeper. Deeper. Yes!"

She had me so hot that I could not hold out. I grabbed her hips, buried myself as deep as I could, and shot my seed inside of her. We slowly lowered ourselves into a spooning position on the mat, my cock still inside of her.

Eventually, my shrinking cock slipped out, and she toweled us both off from head to toe. We got dressed, kissed like teenagers for a few minutes, and headed out of the room hand-in-hand.

As we passed through the living room, John looked up from his game and said, "You two look exhausted. Must've been a great workout!".

Suzanne quickly replied, "You have no idea, John. I am going to be sore in places tomorrow that haven't been sore for a long time."

With that, she winked at me and walked me to the door. This time a goodbye hug was accompanied by a series of quick kisses and nibbles on my neck. She whispered in my ear, "That was amazing. You've definitely raised the bar on my yoga workouts. I can't wait to feel you stretch me out again next week."

After I got home, Suzanne sent me 3 "sneaky" photos I had taken - a closeup of her naked breasts, a closeup of her naked butt, and a closeup of her smoothly shaved pussy. She texted "enjoy these as you pleasure yourself, perv!" followed by three red hearts.