Alex pulled up in front of the gated driveway. His little Toyota was diminished by the
stone walls lined with statues. He felt a mix of fear and excitement course through his
slender body as he pulled up to the call box. Sure, this was just another yoga lesson, and the money would be good (he always charged a higher hourly rate for upscale clients), but he had never met this one. Almost all of his students were word of mouth: referrals from friends, other students, or teachers. This was an answer to his Craig's List ad as a private at-home yoga instructor. That was always a little risky. That last time had been a frightening experience. But he wasn't going to be cynical. Alex gazed at his sun darkened arms. Sculpted from years of practice. His lovely physique had earned him a good living: a not so guilty pleasure.
Alex shook himself back into professional yoga teacher mode, and pressed the button.
Almost immediately a voice answered. "Come on through", said a soft comforting voice.
The gate swung open. It was as if he was being watched. Alex took a deep breath and drove toward the house.
He stopped in front of the big hedges framing the porch, just like it had been described in the e-mail. No one was waiting for him. Alex got out, popped open his trunk
and pulled out his bag of straps, blocks and extra mats. Always the traveling yogi, bag of tricks at the ready.
He still felt as if he were being watched from some window. The unease mixed with narcissistic pleasure as he walked up to the porch: he knew he looked sexy, in his tight orange T-shirt and little black shorts. His freshly waxed legs showed just a hint of tattoo along the upper right thigh. He straightened his posture, and drew his shoulders back as he approached the door. It opened before he could reach the doorbell.
"Alex? Sydney. Pleasure to meet you. Wow." Sydney was a very handsome older man, perhaps 40-45. His eyes were warm, his presence disarming. He was also in extremely good shape. Sydney's gaze took Alex in all at once. It was like an instant interview -- and he approved.
"Good to meet you Sydney. Beautiful house. I gather you have plenty of floor space for our-"
"Oh we could do it in any of fifteen rooms. Hard wood floors, marble foyer. It's the best kept secret yoga studio in the city! Here let me help you".
Sydney lifted the bag off Alex's shoulder. Their eyes met for a flash, and that mature gaze in Sydney's blue eyes revealed a slight hint of something else. Alex, normally cautious and shy, felt a sense of guarded calm. This man was beautiful. Alex hoped he would look so good in twenty years.
"God", Sydney said, "you look like you've been doing yoga for a while"
""Since I was thirteen. Nine years". Alex's heart fluttered. He had been single since he was 19, by choice. His yoga practice had turned much of his sexual desire inward, to a place of calm smoldering self passion. In essence, Alex had been dating himself - in spite of the offers of numerous men and women. But something about this Sydney - no! This was just another private yoga class and Alex was a true professional.
Sydney took the bag and headed up the winding staircase. "I've been needing a good yoga class for some time now, but I hate those big rooms filled with people, all lined up like it's rush hour! I'm a little shy that way". Sydney led Alex into a big second story room, devoid of furniture, and with hardwood floors that shimmered almost like glass.
"This'll do", said Alex, staring in disbelief at the exquisite oil paintings, recessed lighting, and giant mirror on the south wall. There were several lit candles in the corner.
"I'm glad you approve Alex. I want only the best. And that's what I get."
"Oh I like to think I'm the best", Alex chuckled. "I know that's not a very yogic thing to say." Sydney let out a warm laugh. Alex let down his guard a little more. This man "gets" him. And Alex liked his strong slender body. Not unlike his own. He looked over in the mirror and caught a glimpse of himself. He looked briefly into his own blue green eyes and smiled. It was only a flicker of a second, and Sydney hadn't noticed Alex's self admiring moment. Alex unzipped the bag, and rolled out the mats and equipment.
"Just us?" Alex asked naively. "Yes, just you and me. My wife is away with her family for - for good. The divorce will be final in a couple of months. Is that a tattoo?"
Sydney look down at Alex's leg. A small cluster of stars poked out just beneath his shorts. "Yes. The constellation Gemini. My sign". Sydney's eye's widened.."Really? I'm a Leo. When's your birthday?" "June tenth." Alex said as he rolled the mats out side by side and put a CD into the small boom box he had taken out of the bag. "What?" Alex looked up at Sydney, who seemed lost in thought. He furrowed his brow, looking at his young teacher. "Nothing. Let's get started!"
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A slow seductive piece by the Cocteau Twins opened the sequence. Alex loved to add music to his yoga journeys - as he called them. His larger classes as well as his private students always wanted copies of his play lists. He led Sydney into a calming breathing exercise, lying on the back, supported by a block. A couple of minutes of this, and he led Sydney into several sun salutations. Alex was determined to be the mature, distant teacher – and bring Sydney the challenging, restorative work out he had requested in his e-mail. But there was a strange charge in the air. Alex felt the energy beneath his skin. He didn't want Sydney to notice.
Sydney was trying to be the respectful student. A good yoga lesson was all he had wanted. He had a sore shoulder, and his hamstrings were tight, so he was willing to pay good money for a top rate teacher. Alex's credentials were right there on Google, along with the pretty pictures... Some of the poses on Alex's website were breathtaking, and Sydney admitted to himself, 'it would be nice to be taught by such a beautiful instructor, in my own home'. He gulped back his desire, and followed through with the sequence.
"My God how do you do that?" Sydney looked on in amazement. Alex was standing, folded forward in deep bend. His hips hinged almost at 180 degrees, and his face buried deep between his long thighs. He liked it when students were amazed at his poses. He ran his fingers playfully up his smooth hard thighs and giggled. "Oh this is nothing, just a little practice" he said. He rose back into mountain pose, and looked warmly at his student. Sydney was sweating now. "I have some catching up to do, obviously". "I can modify the sequence if it's too much for you" Alex said. "No" said Sydney, " keep going".
As the class progressed, the poses got more challenging. Alex had to adjust Sydney in triangle and again in bridge pose. His fingers cradled his older student's body a little longer than necessary. Alex liked the control. He let down his guard a little more now.
Sydney couldn't help enjoying his younger teacher's touch. He tried to quell the growing excitement. He was getting hard. Alex was a rare beauty. He reminded Sydney of a younger version of himself. It was almost eerie. The sexy blue green eyes, the chiseled delicate features, the honeyed skin, the slender toned limbs. The tight little waist. 'No!' he thought, 'I am not going to lose control'.
Alex was also a little hard now. Trying to maintain his role as teacher, he brought Sydney through a series of balance poses. All Sydney did now was watch. Alex started feeling more like a performer, a sexy performer. His tight shirt clung to his damp chest, his nipples poking through. Beads of sweat dripped down his legs.
The tune on the play list was "La Femme D'Argent" by Air. It had an almost aphrodisiac melody. Alex brought his legs wide apart, interlaced his fingers behind his back, and hinged at the hips so his head brushed the floor. He then lay on his back, and drew himself into a deep upward bow. He lifted his torso higher, exposing his smooth stomach. When he came back down he peeled his shirt off, and lay back in a supine hero pose. He lifted his bottom off his heels and arched his back, running his fingers along both sides of his waist.
Sydney was sitting, watching, his mouth was dry. "My God, what are you doing?" Alex smiled. "You said to keep going. This is the rest of the sequence." Sydney gasped. "Amazing. You're incredibly talented. What's your favorite pose?"
"This is one of my favorites... I usually only do it at home, alone". Alex rose up onto his knees, placed his hands together in prayer, and leaned back. He leaned further and further back, and released his hands to the floor behind him. His back was arched so far, Sydney gasped. Then Alex crawled his hands along the floor behind him, and brought his forearms to the floor. Delicately, he walked his fingers up his toes. His breathing was steady and slow. Alex relaxed his core, and pulled his hands up over his feet to his calves. He dug his fingers into the smooth skin, and paused. He exhaled completely... then he pulled his head up slightly. His face was only inches from the backs of his own thighs, and there, just above, just out of reach, was his ass.
Alex unfolded himself, and drew back up onto his knees. He sat back, sweating, eyes closed, hearing Sydney's heavy breathing off to the right.
"Bravo teacher. You charge, what was it, fifty dollars an hour?" Alex opened his eyes. "Yes, fifty per hour." "How would you like five hundred?" Alex sucked in his breath. He tried to focus on the candle in front of him. "What? Five hundred?"
"Yes.. Are you game?" Alex sat there, astonished. "What do you want for five hundred?"
"Stand up." Alex stood up. "Raise your arms up over your head." Alex stood up and lifted his arms. His heart was beating fast. "I've - I've never done anything like this-"
