We just moved to a new town. My boys were pretty upset with the move, but we had to go where the job took us. Once we got settled, I started looking into clubs or activities they could join. I narrowed it down to a membership at the community center for swimming and other periodic events or martial arts. Martial arts won, hands down. Two boys? Learning how to fight? Yeah, no contest.
That first day, I watched proudly at my kids in their gi while they began their workout. I snapped a few pictures for their dad, who couldn't make it because of his work schedule. I just finished sending my little memories when you sat next to me. I barely glanced, focused on the kids but I was acutely aware of you all the same. Maybe it was because there were still several empty seats and you decided to select the one next to me. Or maybe it was your cologne. Whatever it was, I noticed you but pretended not to.
That was until you spoke. "Which one is yours?" You leaned closer to whisper quietly.
I glanced at you and noticed the arms of your black tee stretching around your large bicep. "Two. The blonde there and the little brunette who is acting like he is in a bad karate movie." I motioned with my head, my arms folded without thought. Perhaps I was already trying to keep myself from you subconsciously. "Yours?"
"The student instructor, there." He pointed to the teen in front of the class helping the senior instructors.
I smiled, "You must be proud. It's our first day." I laughed when my youngest fell in mid kick but got right back up like he was having the time of his life.
"I am." You confirmed and we watched silently for a few more minutes.
"First day. Are you new to town?"
"Yeah, just a few weeks ago."
We chit chatted politely. Small talk. Nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I'd had almost the same conversation several times over the past few weeks. Where we moved from. What brought us here. How do we like it. Innocent. But there was something there. Humming under the surface.
At the end of class, we said our goodbyes and I collected my boys. I found myself actually putting make up on for the next class and casually glancing at the door for your arrival and when you did enter, I once again pretended not to notice. I manged to hide my disappointment when you sat behind me instead of either empty seat I'd sat myself between. At the end of class, you nodded my way and I returned a nod before leaving.
I chastised myself for even entertaining my silly thoughts. I was a happily married woman. You were married to, if your wedding band were any indication. Silly. I stopped by the table at the door which held flyers for upcoming special classes. Noting the woman's defense class, I decided to sign up. Why not? It was practical and my boys would get a kick out of mommy learning some moves too.
I arrived that Saturday night and kicked my shoes off at the door. Pulling my long brown hair into a messy ponytail and tugged my tank top back down over my yoga pants. I felt a little self conscious as I looked at the other ladies. Most were trim and fit where I had curves and softness. I was taking a sip from my water bottle when I heard the class being called to a start. I almost spit my water out when I seen it was you were was standing up front with the other two instructors. If I wasn't feeling self conscious before, I certainly was when you looked up and seen me. I noticed a small smile play across your lips that made me dash my eyes away.
I sat cross legged on the mat along with the other ladies and listened to the lead instructor run down some stats and share a few stories. They demonstrated a couple techniques, all made to make us feel like bad asses by the end of the two week course. After a while, we grouped off a few ladies per instructor for a more hands on demonstration. As luck would have it, you were our instructor. I let myself fall to the background while one lady, a blonde who looked like she lived in a gym, volunteered to try out the move first. For whatever reason, it made my stomach turn to see her flirt with you. And she so obviously was flirting. When she went through the move, I was secretly hoping she'd fall on her face. But no luck.
I encouraged the other lady to go next. At least this one wasn't throwing herself at you.
"My goodness." The blonde leaned to whisper conspiratorially to me. And I looked at her like she had two heads. She didn't notice tho. Her eyes were locked on you. "I'd love to come across him in a dark alley." She said as she raked her eyes down your body. I rolled my eyes and kept my head straight ahead.
Finally, it was my turn. I nervously stepped forward. "Be gentle." I teased.
"Where's the fun in that?" You teased back and made the move to grab me.
As instructed, I blocked and grabbed and spun until I was out of the grab. You smiled. "Good. Good. Now..." with your hand on my shoulder you spoke to the other ladies in our small group. "If you attacker comes up to you from behind..." And put yourself behind me. Your body pressed into me. I gulped and tried to focus on the lesson, not the warmth of your body. Or the hardness of your chest and thighs. Or the strength in your arms wrapped around my chest. Slowly. Ever so slowly, you moved showing the possibilities from the aggressors point of view and then went on to show the possible moves we could use to counter the attacks. We weren't far into the demo before I felt your erection pressed against my butt cheek. I tried to pull away a bit so as not to embarrass you but you casually moved me back against it and my body responded in kind.
When my turn was finished, I watched from the side line. You weren't nearly as attentive to the other ladies, especially the blonde. I did find a little satisfaction in that, but it also left me wondering. The lose fitting pants kept your erection hidden, yes, I looked. But I wondered if it were just the friction of our bodies drawing the response or if it were something else. Did the other two also have that effect on you?
At the end of class, we rejoined the others on the mat and I kept feeling your eyes on me. I'd look away shyly only to be pulled back.
"Next Saturday. Same place. Same time." We were dismissed. "Don't forget to check out the other classes we offer." he reminded us. I darted to the mat that held our shoes and collected mine, trying like mad to get outside before I ran into you again.
"Are you signing up for other classes?" You asked, my shoe extended in your hand as I looked up.
I accepted my shoe with a soft 'thanks' and slipped it on. "I don't know yet."
"I teach a few of the ongoing adult courses."
