Rusty was getting towards the end of his 12-month experiment adventure, which had been completely ruined by the worldwide COVID pandemic. Moving to Florida from the UK on a 12-month contract following a messy divorce had seemed like a great idea, until international travel completely closed, along with the local bars and clubs.
In an act of desperation and loneliness, Rusty had taken up yoga. But this wasn't normal yoga. On a whim, he'd signed up for a nude yoga class and had branched out to cuddling, massage, and some therapy. The Zen House was like a commune with no fixed location. A matriarchal safe space for people to visit and places to live if that's what you need. Nobody ran the commune, and nobody was in charge, but Angel ran the commune, and she was reticently in charge. She was the most business-minded of the residents and made employment opportunities for many of them in her business. When lockdown kicked in, she gave up her studio and moved her clients to private classes at her home.
Angel shared the new home studio with Dia. While the unlikely pair shared a love of smoking weed and protecting people, it was their differences that made their relationship work. Being both in their mid-forties and both being double-divorced, they both understood the freedoms and limitations of living with a housemate.
Rusty's one-on-one nude yoga classes had started very professionally. Working from his apartment had become dull, and he was cautious not to do anything to jeopardise his twice-weekly visit to see real people. Dating had been out of the question during lockdown, so he was very careful to keep his relationship with Angel professional so as not to risk losing his only real friends. As the months went by and Angel became more comfortable with Rusty, she invited him to their house parties, where he always made sure to bring imported English gin or Scottish malt whisky. During a short period of injury, yoga was replaced with nude (but not sexual) massage and occasional deep thought conversation, which verged on sex therapy and meditation. By the ten-month point of his visit, he was able to completely space out during meditation and would lose himself for tens of minutes at a time. External distractions like the noise of the air conditioning or the dog walking around the apartment were completely gone for those few hours a week laid on the floor of Angel's home studio. During this time he got to know Dia as well, building a tense and mutually suggestive relationship, but always staying respectful of their safe place, their workplace, and their home.
"We need to cut our session down to 45 minutes today," Angel purred, gently running her fingers down Rusty's arm in greeting, as Rusty arrived for his yoga session. "Dia's gonna be home early tonight, and I'm sure you don't want to be disturbed meditating at the end of a session?". It was somewhere between a question and a statement. Perhaps it was her southern drawl, or perhaps it was the difference between their American and British English, but Rusty sensed a playful tone to the question.
"I don't know," Rusty responded, "I think I'm so spaced out that I'd never even know!"
Angel tilted her head and looked at him quizzically, raised her eyebrows, and picked up her cell phone as she turned around. "Why don't we start our session?".
Removing their clothing was ritualistic. After opening the session, both slowly and silently stripped down and headed to their respective yoga mats. Angel always played the same playlist of music from her phone through a Bluetooth speaker, but Rusty noticed her taking a little longer than normal setting it up on her phone. He disregarded the thought as they launched into the session, not realising that Angel had messaged Dia and told her to come in quietly if she got home before the session finished.
The yoga was always fulfilling, spiritually and physically. Sometimes Rusty would have his eyes open, looking to Angel for cues and clues for the poses and asanas in the session. It wasn't overtly sexual watching, but after almost a year of involuntary celibacy, his body sometimes took over. It was common for Rusty to get an erection at some point in most of their sessions, but apart from their first time, neither had ever mentioned it. Little was left to the imagination with legs spread wide, but Angel had a few tricks up her sleeve too and would navigate the practice to a Plough position if his boner was interrupting the session. In her experience, having Rusty roll up onto his shoulder blades and flopping his own cock down into his face was an easy recipe for the body to start behaving itself! She'd always watch closely, and occasionally she could spot pre-cum dripping onto his face. He never seemed to do anything about it until the end of the session, and today was no exception. After he'd gone flaccid, they finished the physical part of their practice and went into the meditation phase. He'd often get hard for a few minutes here too, and Angel had experimented with subtle suggestive language for months to see what turned him on and what didn't.
On this day, Angel had started them meditating at the 40-minute point. It was plenty of time to get Rusty relaxed before Dia arrived, and Angel was ready to give her friend and housemate a big surprise. Watching Rusty fall into an almost hypnotic state during meditation was a marvel to watch. His whole body completely relaxed and went limp... all except one part that she could control with a word or a phrase. She slowly changed the language of the directed meditation, adding suggestive but innocent thoughts and comments. As expected, Rusty's cock started to grow; this was her favourite part.
Ever since their first session, Angel was surprised by his size. Rusty didn't have the biggest cock she'd ever seen, but it was the biggest one she'd seen in real life and the biggest one she'd touched, albeit a single surreptitious stroke during a massage. Once he was erect, it was just a matter of continuing the stimulation, helped by some light touching. She watched him closely as a car pulled up outside. No movement, no change. The scene was set
Dia walked through the door in tense anticipation. The message from Angel had been clear: act normal, be subtle, and be prepared to see a massive schlong! Dia could see Angel sat at Rusty's head, quietly talking to him while gently rubbing his temples. She put her keys on the rack, kicked off her shoes, and as she rounded the corner, the penis came into view. As if by intuition, Angel turned to meet Dia eye-to-eye, made a silent shush motion, and returned to what she was doing. Dia's eyes were fixed. The thing was a miracle. Pointing up at Rusty's face, his penis was well over 8" long, looked thick and veiny, and curved very slightly to the left. After what felt like an eternity, Angel turned back around to look at Dia, never once stopping her steady cadence of meditative talking. Dia realised that her window was short, so she walked to her room and changed for a shower. On her way past, she clicked a quick photo on her iPhone, to a look of annoyance from Angel, and trotted the last few steps to the bathroom
Rusty was pretty spaced out. The drone of the A/C had long disappeared from his waking senses, and soon the sound and touch from Angel's ministrations were equally minuscule. Changes. He noticed things that were different, but everything the same just blended into the background. Angel's gentle talking seemed more suggestive than normal, but Rusty could ignore this with his mind even if his body reacted in the way that a sex-starved body does. Then he heard the door. It wasn't unusual for post to arrive or people to come to the door during a session over the last 10 months, and normally the sign on the door saying Class In Progress sent them away. This time was different. The door opened and closed, and Rusty heard feet padding around. Loudly at first, then quieter as shoes were removed. A jangle of keys was followed by the feet padding into a side room and back out again. There was a brief pause close by. Not close enough to feel anything, but close by sound. The noise was quiet but pierced the calming words from Angel. The distinctive sound of a camera phone shutter was followed by the feet padding away quickly and another door closing. As the shower turned on, Angel started to bring him back out of his meditation, and as his consciousness rose, his cock went flaccid.
People needed to know. People needed to see. There were no secrets in the commune, and Dia had to tell or show somebody! Rusty was leaving the States soon to go home to England, so there would be no repercussions from sharing the photo of him, right? Just one person. Victa lived opposite, and as a recent single mom with a small baby, she would definitely appreciate it. Click, sent. And Rubina, this would offset some recent bad news from her doctor. Click, sent. And Kimber, she always needed cheering up and would probably be partway through a graveyard shift at the bar right now. Click, sent. And Conchi. Concha lived in the same building in the commune and was a sculptor. She appreciated the human form. Click, sent. Dia realised that she'd spent a long time staring and knew she'd have to jump in a cold shower before her pussy soaked her panties. Too late, she thought, as she peeled them off, jumping into the cold embrace of the water
Rusty's session ended like they always did, coming back up out of their meditation, thanking each other, and quietly putting their clothes back on before sitting down to talk. Rusty just wore some lightweight gym kit, shorts, and a tee with some flip-flops for ease, while Angel wrapped a sarong around herself and called it quits.
"Gin and tonic?" Rusty asked, waving a fresh bottle of artisan gin towards Angel. "It keeps the mosquitoes away!".
"I'll take a glass," Rusty heard from behind him, as the bathroom door opened to dislodge Dia, obviously fresh from the shower wearing a wrap not dissimilar to Angel.
"No excuses now, Angel," Rusty exclaimed as he filled three glasses with ice and poured three generous servings of gin. "I didn't hear you come in Dia," Rusty said slightly fibbing and handing the ladies their drinks. "Were you here long?"
"Not really," lied Dia, "I came in the back way straight into the shower. It's been a looong day at work, and I needed to cool off.". There was an almost imperceptible non-verbal conversation between the ladies, quick, silent, made only with the eyes, but Rusty was sure that it went along the lines of, Don't, Don't what, You know what.
The gin-fuelled conversation went on for an hour, with Rusty refilling the generous glasses twice more in that time. As always, the conversation between them would always take a suggestive edge, and questions about nudity would arise.
"So come on then, Dia, why won't you ever do yoga with us? It'd be fun," Rusty suggested with a sly grin.
"I'm worried that I'll get too horny," Dia responded with a wink, "and I don't want to drip on my yoga mat!".
"Too much information," Angel responded, while Rusty just sat there, mouth agog at the answer.
"Sounds like fun to me," Rusty said, blushing but hiding his nerves behind brash confidence.
"Like, it's one thing if a woman gets horny; we can hide it, but what happens if you get turned on?". The question was punctuated with a small pout and a comical raise of Dia's eyebrows.
