"Kelsie’s heart was racing, head was racing with the feeling coursing through her body."
“Now arch your back towards the ceiling as you exhale. Relax the neck, letting your head drift downwards.”
Cat pose, Kelsie thought. Her hands and knees pressed gently into her purple yoga mat as she dutifully raised her head towards the ceiling with her next breath, rotating her hips and bending her graceful belly towards the floor. Cow pose.
Greg the yoga instructor walked barefoot among the 12 mats in the small studio, now warm with the exertions of his students. “Now let’s push back into child’s pose and rest.” Kelsie could see his shoulder-length dark hair come to touch his shoulders and loose tank-top shirt as he bent forward to help a student settle into the resting pose. After almost a year of his beginner’s level classes, Kelsie didn’t need to look up to locate him in the dimly lit studio. She could place him by the soft pad of his feet on the wood floor, or the slow exhale of a student whom he had helped fall deeper into a pose. “Now, when you feel ready, slowly roll your body up to a seated position. Hands together in front of your chest.”
Kelsie, now seated like the rest of the class to face Greg, pressed her palms together between her breasts, as if to pray. “Namaste,” said Greg. The class responded in kind.
The students began their usual sleepy slow chatter after class as they left in ones and twos. Kelsie lingered behind, taking more than necessary time to roll up her mat. As the second-to-last student walked out of the studio door, Greg collected the remaining straps and foam blocks. “How did you enjoy today’s class, Kelsie?” he asked, bending to pick up a block.
“It was wonderful, Greg. Very relaxing.” She swung her mat bag over her shoulder neatly. Her long brown hair was swept back into a similarly neat pony-tail. Her pale gold yoga tank matched her beige stretch yoga pants and made her deeply green eyes more dramatic. Though her features and grace conspired to beauty, Kelsie’s modesty and quiet demeanor caused most men to balk and seek easier prey. In her 28 years there had been one or two serious lovers, but their earnestness had faded. “But Greg,” but how do I say this? “I’ve been coming to your class for a while, and I feel I have…progressed…”
“You feel as though you aren’t being challenged?” Greg stood up, finishing her thought.
She checked his face for signs that he had taken offence. There were none in that shy smile. He had replaced his thick-rimmed, squarish eyeglasses and pulled his hair back into a short pony-tail. He really is quite attractive. “I guess that’s it. I don’t want to change classes or anything.” Her plump lips pressed together slightly. I just know there’s something more I’m missing.
“I think I know what you mean,” said Greg. “I can see it in your body. You need something more than my class can give you.” He slipped his muscled arm around her shoulder as they walked out together. “I went through the same stage before I decided to become a certified instructor.” Kelsie helpfully turned out the studio lights, and Greg locked the door behind them. It was nearing dusk as they walked to their parked cars. Kelsie had parked her Mazda next to his Jeep. “Why don’t you give me your email? I think I know someone that can help you.”
She rummaged in the center console of her car for pen and paper. “See you next week,” Greg said when she had given him the slip of paper. He held her hand briefly with both of his before walking around to the driver’s side of his 4×4.
“See you,” Kelsie replied.
On the drive home, Kelsie felt a strange excitement. For what? she wondered. He probably has a girlfriend, and I’ll probably have to leave his class to find what I’m looking for. But what am I looking for? At home she showered, ate a quick Lean Cuisine, checked the news and went to bed.
After a tiresome meeting at work the next afternoon, Kelsie checked her email. She had forgotten that Greg was going to contact her, until she saw the message in her inbox. It was from YogaGreg32:
“Kelsie,
I spent last night thinking about what you said regarding your progress in my class. I took the liberty of setting up a private instruction session with one of my colleagues. Her name is Keiley Raam. She specializes in challenging the body and spirit, and would be happy to guide you. She is in town this Friday, is 6pm at the studio OK?
Kelsie, I hope you will meet with her. I think she can help you. I’ll leave the studio key under the mat.
-Greg”
Kelsie felt a flutter of excitement that Greg had responded to her so quickly. She fantasized briefly that he had stayed up all night, thinking about Kelsie in various yoga positions, her auburn hair flowing down her shoulders. She snapped to herself again. You’re at work! she chided. Save silly thoughts for home. She wrote him a quick reply saying she would be there, Friday at 6pm. A specialist in challenging the body and spirit? The days until then could not come quick enough to sate her curiosity.
After work that Friday, she went home to shower before heading over to the studio, something she had never previously done. Why do I want to shower? she thought. I’m just going to get all sweaty again. She chose for this session a loose-fitting white t-shirt, and the same comfortable beige yoga pants. They fit snugly on her buttocks as she pulled them on. She felt clean. Wonder what this Keiley has in store?
When she arrived at the studio just before six, she could see a dim light through the sheer curtained window whose source was not the usual studio ceiling lights. I guess Keiley wanted to set up before I got here she thought. She walked through the unlocked door of the studio.
The source of the light was eight or nine glowing candles, whose flames illuminated the sultry green smoke from a small incense burner. Keiley Raam was seated on the bare wood floor of the clean studio, eyes closed, hands pressed together between medium breasts. Her eyes opened slowly at the sound of Kelsie entering the room.
“Oh, hi,” Kelsie said nervously. “I’m Kelsie. You must be Keiley. Should I just put my mat down anywhere? Thanks for doing this,” she didn’t know what this was, but it seemed the polite thing to say.
Keiley rose serenely to her feet, and Kelsie got the full visual impact of stunning exotic beauty. Keiley was taller, of slim build, and in the dim light Kelsie could see her jet black hair and supple bronze skin. She was wearing a simple flowing sheer dress, which seemed to simultaneously draw the candlelight to itself while emanating a subtle glow. She’s beautiful Kelsie thought. She felt the moment of hesitation a moth feels before giving in completely to the irresistible brightness of a flickering candle flame.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Keiley came near to Kelsie and hugged her in greeting, hugged her as a dear friend. Kelsie felt the mounds of her breasts through the sheer of her dress. Her scent was the sweet and tang of the incense, multiplied. “Greg told me about your situation. Please, place your mat there in the middle of the floor.” Kelsie removed her mat and unfurled it. The studio would have felt quite empty, were it not for the comfortable glow of candles, and the present warmth of Keiley. “He told me that your body and spirit are ready for the kind of instruction I provide.”
Kelsie sat down in half-lotus on her mat. Her voice was softer than she had expected when she replied, “Well, I don’t know…exactly what…Greg said you provide private sessions and were in town. He said you would be happy to guide me in my yoga practice.” Keiley sat down in full lotus across from Kelsie. She leaned forward from the hips towards Kelsie, grasped her hands gently.
“Are you open to experiencing new heights of satisfaction?” Keiley whispered.
Kelsie felt the tingling warmth from Keiley’s touch. She thought of Greg’s shy smile, of how it felt for him to lay his hands on her when he helped her discover the depths of a pose, felt the trust that had built between them over the course of a year. “Yes,” she whispered in answer.
“Let’s begin. Lie down on your back,” Keiley said. “Close your eyes. Let your arms and legs relax towards the floor. Allow your breath to become deep and even. Inhale, filling the lungs with breath, and exhale, relaxing the whole body from head to toe.”
Kelsie enjoyed the calm whisper of Keiley’s voice. She enjoyed the deep, regular breathing she was experiencing with Keiley’s instruction. This is wonderful she thought.
“Let’s move into a Sun Salutation now.” Kelsie followed Keiley’s voice as it circled slowly around her, regular as her breathing. The incense wafted in the wake of Keiley’s pale dress as she touched Keiley, adjusting her poses. A soft touch here, gentle pressure there. Kelsey flowed through each pose as fluid as candle wax. “Now come to a standing position, with eyes closed.”
Kelsie felt the presence of Keiley, very close. She kept her eyes closed when she felt Keiley’s finger tips on the thin stripe of exposed flesh between her t-shirt and her yoga pants. Her breath quickened as she felt those fingers slide under the edge of the t-shirt and begin to rise. Her arms rose as Keiley lifted Kelsie’s shirt up and over her head, exposing her bare breasts and pink, rosy nipples.
Kelsie continued to breath deeply with eyes flutteringly closed as Keiley undressed her. She loosened, then finally undid her pony-tail, still moist from the shower. Her damp hair settled around her bare, slowly rising and falling shoulders. Keiley removed her yoga pants, and finally, her panties.
“Continue your rhythmic breathing, deeply inhaling, exhaling completely.” The soft sound of a sheer dress dropping to the floor behind her.
At the shushing sound of silk on silk, Kelsie felt an internal quake. It was as if her spirit had walked out of her body, circled once round the two still, electric forms in the studio, and, having absorbed the essence of sweat and smoke and light, returned to her body. One mental shiver, and she knew that this was what she had been seeking. The practice of yoga made intimate by a physical-spiritual connection. She committed herself to the teaching she would receive. This is my enlightenment.
Keiley led her body through the same sequence of poses as before, the Sun Salutation, Kelsie willingly following the instruction delivered to her by that gentle voice, that soft touch.
“Now exhale, raising your hips to the sky. Deepen your breath in downward dog pose.” Kelsie carefully thrust her buttocks up so that her body made a triangle with the ground. “Feel the warmth of your body travel along your straight back, culminating in your root chakra.” Keiley bent to touch the back of Kelsie’s neck, running her fingers along her back to the base of her spine. Then Keiley moved behind Kelsie, stood behind her and grasped her hips. Kelsie felt her hips and buttocks pulled hard against Keiley’s naked stomach. She tried to focus on her breathing, but she could feel herself open up inside. She could feel her pink wetness rubbing on Keiley. Kelsie let out a moan of pleasure and Keiley continued to draw her hips back with one hand. She slowly licked the first and second finger of the other and, drawing them up Kelsie’s thigh towards her buttocks, slipped her index finger into Kelsie. It went in easy thought Kelsie. She let out soft moans as Keiley worked the finger gently, rubbing and stroking. Kelsie’s body glistened with sweat and quivered as Keiley’s second finger swept neatly into her pussy. “Ohh,” she gasped. Keiley continued to work her fingers in the wetness, reaching her other hand around to find Kelsie’s clit. It feels so good thought Kelsie as the area from her anus to her clit pulsed with heat. She moaned freely, rocking with Keiley, against Keiley’s hands, her hands working, stroking, fingering.
Keiley slowly removed her fingers from Kelsie. Kelsie felt her gently touch the cups of her knees, and she instinctively knew that she should bend down to all fours.
“Good. Now arch your back towards the ceiling, as you exhale. Relax the neck, letting your head drift downwards.”
Cat pose. Kelsie’s heart was racing, head was racing with the feeling coursing through her body. With her eyes closed, she could sense that Kelsie had moved to stand at the head of her mat.
“Now roll your belly towards the floor, arch your head back, and open your mouth.”
Kelsie’s nipples were as hard as her clit as she opened her eyes.
Keiley was standing in front of Kelsie, holding open her labia to expose her blue-pink clit. “Open your mouth,” she whispered.
Kelsie did as she was told. The blue-pink was wet and hot in her mouth. She ran her tongue luxuriously over the lips of her instructor’s pussy. She seemed to know where her instructor wanted the tongue; now on the tip of the clit, flicking; now plunged deep into the wet. Keiley rolled her head back, fingers caressing her own nipples, brown like olive pits. Kelsie lapped obediently while her body pulsed with urgent heat.
Kelsie felt herself brought onto her back, knees bent just slightly, legs gently open. Keiley lithely straddled Kelsie now, her body close, grinding her lightly haired muff on Kelsie’s clit. Grinding and grinding, she rotated her hips so that her own clit was exposed and rubbing now on Kelsie’s. She would lift the pressure briefly, then sink back down to make their clits touch. Oh my god Kelsie thought. I’m going to cum! Kelsie arched her back, breasts spilling outward into Keiley’s open hands as their clits rubbed wetly, Kelsie’s own shivering with orgasm. She came and came and came. From the top of her head, to her cherry-hard nipples, from her pointed toes to her swollen pink cunt she came.
After a few moments Keiley lifted her dark form from Kelsie and gently helped her rest her arms and legs on the mat. Several minutes passed before Kelsie’s breathing became slow and deep. Eventually she rolled her body to a seated position. She knew what to do. Pressing her palms together between her breasts, like a prayer, she said, “Namaste.” Keiley repeated the incantation, kissed Kelsie gently on the lips, dressed and left the studio.
Kelsie did not show up at Greg’s regularly scheduled yoga session that week. Instead, 30 minutes after the last student had left his beginner’s class, Greg looked up from his private yoga practice to see a woman enter the studio. It was Kelsie. Greg brushed a lock of dark hair behind his ear and smiled knowingly as he asked, “did you enjoy your private session?”
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