She blinks twice before responding, the bottle of water paused at her lips. “Sure.”
I remove my loose-fitting Prana pants, kicking out of them, standing now in only a pair of tight yoga shorts that don’t hide a thing. Every crease and bulge of my lower half is on display, package and all. The bulge is a little more ample than usual, thanks to Emma’s arousing presence.
Her eyes rove over me, and this time she doesn’t try to hide her stare. “Good idea,” she says. In one fluid movement, Emma strips her shirt off, revealing a dark grey sports bra beneath.
Now it’s my turn to try not to stare, but I can’t help it. My gaze lingers on her bare abdomen and the curve of her breasts hugged tight by the sports top, and my eyes refuse to look anywhere else.
“What now?” she asks, curling into a self-conscious pose, her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around her legs.
Worrying that I may be making her uncomfortable, I advert my gaze, but not before catching an enticing glimmer of a flirty smile on her face – one that says she’s hoping I liked what I saw.
Rejoining her on the mats, I say, “I’ll take you through the poses of the Sun Salutation — it’s a great sequence for beginners. Sound good?”
She nods, her expression eager. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
I walk her through the positioning of each pose, leading by example, and she’s a fast learner, getting the hang of most of the positions pretty quickly, her movements fluid and graceful for a first-timer. She asks to repeat the sequence, so we do it again, but she stumbles a little when we get to the downward dog pose.
“Widen your stance,” I suggest. “Set your feet apart a little further, and don’t lock your knees.”
Emma’s hands and feet are both on the mat, her fine ass sticking up in the air, but she’s wobbling a little. She doesn’t have a very deep bend, either, and it’s because she’s not opening those hips up.
I stand straight and step beside her, placing one hand on her hip. “May I?”
The uncertainty in her voice tells me she isn’t sure what I’m asking, but she still says, “Yes, of course.”
“Let’s reposition your legs a little to help your stability.”
“Okay.”
I slide a hand down her left leg, dipping to reach her ankle, and I nudge it gently to indicate she needs to move it outward, which she does. I lean across — digging deep to resist the urge to kiss that sumptuous ass of hers — and do the same with her other ankle. “There, now your feet are directly under your hips. With downward dog you don’t want your legs completely together, it’ll throw you off balance.”
“Thanks,” she says, lowering her head between her arms to look at me upside down.
“Now, see if you can deepen into this bend — you’re going for an A shape. I’ll help.” I put a hand on the small of her back and press gently, but her hips are locked.
“Like this?” she asks, stretching her arms out further.
“Almost. This is a great pose for stretching your spine. Imagine that your hips are being pulled backward from the top of your thighs.”
Emma lifts her butt higher into the air by pushing upward with her feet, balancing on her tippy-toes. “I feel like a wobbly triangle,” she says with a laugh.
I chuckle at how cute she is, impressed by her determination. “Lower your back down a little so you’re still on the balls of your feet.” I touch the point where her legs crease into a bend at her hips. “The lift comes from here, not your feet.”
“What do you mean?”
“Here, let me show you.” I try to reposition her from the side, but it isn’t going to work from my current spot. In order to pull her hips to the correct angle, I need to get in a much more compromising position. “Do you mind if I stand behind you?”
“Not at all,” she says.
Letting go of her hips, I move to stand behind her, my legs straddling hers. I step close until the inside of my thighs touch the back of hers and take hold of her hips with both hands. I lift her pelvis in a forward rotating motion, my thumbs pressing into the sides of her ass. God, standing behind her like this, her pelvis angling straight for my cock... it’s a damn good thing she’s facing the other way, because things are stirring in my shorts.
“Feel that?” I ask, then quickly add, “Your hips opening up?”
“Yes.” She nods, her ponytail bouncing across her head.
I use one hand to apply pressure to the small of her back, getting Emma to lower her chest further to the mat, making that gorgeous ass point so temptingly at the perfect angle...
“Right there,” I tell her. “That’s perfect. How’s the pull? Too much?”
“No. It feels good.” God, there’s a husk in her voice that wasn’t there before, and I’m on the verge of a hard-on.
“Great.” I try to clear my mind of the salacious thoughts I’m having about how much I want to run my hands all over her backside and squeeze that sexy ass, but it’s not easy. “From this position, you’ll move into a standing forward fold by pulling your feet forward to your hands, one at a time, passing through a lunge pose.”
I realize I’m still holding onto her, but I can’t bring myself to remove my hands — or to step away from behind her, especially not with how obvious my growing erection will be if I take my place beside her on my own mat.
“Alright.” She flexes her knees, making her ass wiggle, and I swear it’s on purpose, a tease for my benefit. She bends her right leg, moving her foot underneath her, transitioning into a lunge, and then brings the other leg forward, too, and now she’s in a crouched position.
I move with her, stepping forward on the mat to guide her from behind. “Now, raise your hips and tuck your head to your knees for the standing fold — but stop if the stretch becomes uncomfortable.”
She shifts again, and her ass rises into the air as her bend deepens. I keep my hands exactly where they are — one holding onto her left hip, the other on the bare skin of her back. She brushes her rear against me as she lowers her head to her legs, and I’ll be damned if I don’t hear the hint of a gasp as her ass rubs lightly across my erection.
I tuck my pelvis back to avoid another accidental graze, though God knows I really want to pull her pants down and slip my hands — and more — between those thighs...
But just as I pull away, she leans back, pressing into me. At first, I think she’s just lost her balance, but she doesn’t move away even as my growing erection pulses against her. Rather than breathing slow and deep, I can see from the stuttering rise and fall of her chest that her breath is shallow and rapid with anticipation.
I push down with my hand, leaning into her firmly as I stretch forward to bend with her, running my palm down her spine. Her stretch deepens as I do, and she rotates her hips against me provocatively — causing my rapidly hardening cock to settle into the cleft of her ass.
I’m in a haze of lust. I know my shaft is swelling more and more, making it impossible to hide, but I don’t give a fuck at this point. I want to run my hands all over her beautiful, soft skin. I want to seize those full lips and drink her in. I want her against my body, hot and sweating and moaning.
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Table of Contents
“Chapter 1”
“Chapter 2”
“Chapter 3”
“Chapter 4”
“Chapter 5”
“Chapter 6”
“Chapter 7”
“Chapter 8”
“Chapter 9”
“Chapter 10”
“Chapter 11”
“Chapter 12”
“Chapter 13”
“Chapter 14”
“Chapter 15”
“Chapter 16”
“Chapter 17”
“Chapter 18”
“Chapter 19”
“Chapter 20”
“Chapter 21”
“Chapter 22”
“Chapter 23”
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