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."