“Like this?” he asked.
“Yes.” Laika’s hand ran up the length of his leg, sending a shiver through his body. “Good.”
She moved away from him, back to the front of the room.
“Lift to halfway.” Laika was back on her mat, demonstrating the next movement. “And chaturanga, and hold.”
All of the women in the class dropped down and moved into a movement that looked a bit like a plank. Mike wasn’t nearly as graceful getting into it. Again, Laika was moving around the room. Mike felt sweat beading on his forehead as she stopped by him.
“You need to let your muscles relax,” she said softly. “Too much tension will dim your aura.”
She set one hand on Mike’s stomach and slowly shifted his position. Her breasts pushed up in front of his face, and Mike felt his lower half stirring.
I’m glad that the steam is so thick.
Laika’s hand grazed across his cock. Mike turned to look at her, but she set a hand on his head and turned his gaze back to the ground.
“Stay focused on the position,” she whispered. “Let me help you find your posture.”
Her hand touched his cock again, and this time, Mike was sure it was intentional. Her fingers ran along the length of it through his boxers, and then pulled back. Laika stood up and walked back over to her mat. Mike tried not to let his arousal distract him from the lesson.
“Now straighten, and pull back to downward facing dog,” she said.
The woman in front of Mike shifted through a motion that curved her back up against the ground before pulling back to a position that looked like how a cat might stretch. Mike fumbled through it as best he could.
“And back to standing,” said Laika. “Again.”
They went through the series of movements several times, folding, dropping and dipping. Mike really began to sweat, as did the women in the class. The smell of the incense mixed with the scent of their bodies, turning into something intensely feminine and pheromone charged.
“We are going to shift into partner yoga positions,” said Laika. “If everyone would pair up, please.”
Mike turned toward his mom and Andrea only to find that they’d picked each other as partners. He started to look toward the other women nearby, but before he could, Laika appeared next to him.
“I will be your partner for the session,” she said. “And help you learn what you need to know.”
Mike nodded, staring at her. They were both half naked, but somehow, Laika made her lack of clothing look almost formal. Her body was toned and efficient, and carried an air of flexibility around it. And her boobs looked fantastic, even bundled away in a sports bra.
“Start by having one partner sit on the outside of the other,” said Laika. She guided Mike down to the ground, spread his legs to the side, and then turned around and sat between them so that her back was pressed against his chest.
It also meant that Mike’s erection was poking into her lower back. He fidgeted slightly, hoping that she either wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t mind.
She was touching it before, and she does seem like the open minded type.
“Next, we’re going to lean back in unison, and get a nice, guided partner stretch,” said Laika. She slowly began leaning back against Mike. He leaned back, too, letting his hands rub along Laika’s toned stomach.
“Good,” said Laika. “And switch.”
This time, she was on the outside, and Mike was on the inside. He could feel her boobs pressed against him, and almost flinched as he felt one of her hands come to rest against his cock.
What is she thinking?
“Again,” said Laika. “Don’t be afraid to touch each other. This form of stretching is very sensual and intimate.”
She gripped his cock through his boxers and slowly jerked it back and forth as Mike leaned back. He let out a soft moan and struggled to stay focused.
“Is this part of the yoga practice?” he whispered.
“For you, it is,” said Laika. She whispered the words in his ear, burning hot and just for him.
The stretch went on longer this time around, with Laika’s hand stroking his cock. It was pleasurable torture. The last thing Mike needed was to cum in his boxers.
“There is one more partner position which we will end with,” said Laika. She moved Mike on his mat so that his legs were together, and then moved to straddle herself on top of him. “We jokingly call this one, ‘yoga lap sitting’.”
A couple of women chuckled. Mike was stone-faced and serious as Laika lowered herself onto his lap, and onto his erection.
“Loop your arms around you partners back,” she said to the room. “And then slowly move as a single unit, rocking back and forth.”
Mike’s cock was straining against his boxers. The steam was heavy in the room now, and Laika was almost the only one he could see. He watched in disbelief as she reached down to his hard cock, gave it a squeeze, and then worked it out through the flap of his boxers.
“What are you doing?” he whispered. Laika smiled at him.
“I want you to understand my style of yoga,” said Laika. She slipped her panties aside and dropped herself down on Mike’s cock in a single, smooth movement.
Pleasure rushed through his body like a live electric current. Laika’s cunt was tight, and only about an inch of his cock could go in at first, even though she was just as aroused as he was. The steam faded a bit, but it was impossible for any of the women in the room to tell what was happening between them at a glance.
“Just close your eyes, and rock back and forth,” said Laika.
Mike gripped her waist and did as she said, adding in an upward thrust that stabbed more of his member into her as he did. Laika shivered, but kept her body mostly still.
She’s still teaching her class, even though my cock is inside of her.
“Feel the stretch as you… move with it.”
Mike moved with her, pumping his cock into her tight pussy with gusto. It was thrilling to have all of the other women in the class around, his mom included, and to have none of them be any the wiser.
“Deep breaths in… and out.”
Mike pulled her down hard, spearing the full length of his tool inside of her. Laika’s eye met his for a moment. She was drunk on pleasure, and also a little surprised, as though she hadn’t been expecting so much from him.
He moved her back up, and then slowly let her slide down the length of his shaft again, and again. The steam looked as though it was sparser than it’d been originally. Mike could see some of the other women in the class, and they could see him.
This could be bad.
Mike pumped into Laika faster, watching the yoga teacher’s big breasts bouncing in front of him. She was quivering with ecstasy, as though the sex was a part of the yoga and a form of meditation.
He glanced over to the side and saw a female shaped silhouette in the fog that looked a lot like his mother turn toward him. The figure waved a hand.
I need to finish this, and soon.
“Keep going with the stretch. Really give it everything you’ve got!”
Laika angled her chest so only Mike, in the corner of the room, could see her front. She pulled down her sports bra, letting her nipples just barely pop out. Mike began to fuck her in a frenzy, slamming into her and pulling her down by the buttocks. The yoga teacher let out a few soft moans, each one increasing in volume, and then quivered into nothing.
Now it’s my turn!
Mike fucked her hard, groping her breasts and butt and letting his cock jam into her. Her pussy contracted around his tool, and in one final, glorious pump, he let himself go. A powerful orgasm swept over him as his cock filled up Laika with his seed, the pleasure amplified by the secrecy of it all.
Most of the women in the class had already finished with the stretch. Some were looking expectantly over at Mike and Laika, though there was just enough steam left for the two of them to break apart and make themselves decent without being seen.
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As though nothing had happened, Laika made herself decent, slipped back to the front of the room, and continued teaching the class.
CHAPTER 14
The last few minutes were a basic cooldown. Mike lay on his back on his mat and tried to calm his beating heart. He was tired, but he also felt alive. The smell of the incense was still vaguely perceptible in the background, and it seemed to reflect the essence of what he’d just experienced it.
“And when you’re ready, return to a neutral sitting position.” Laika waited for everyone in the room to sit up before putting her hands together in a prayer position and leaning forward. “Namaste.”
Most of the women in the room muttered the word in response. Mike just stood up and slowly began rolling up his yoga mat. He returned it to the closet, changed back into his clothes, and then met up with his mom and Andrea just as they reached the door.
“Did you have fun, honey?” asked his mom. Mike smiled.
“I had a lot fun,” he said. “More than I was expecting.”
“We’re just getting started,” said Andrea. “Come on, it’s lunch time.”
The three of them left the yoga studio with Andrea in the lead. She led them up the spiral staircase, out then out onto the main deck. The sky had grown even darker in the few hours they’d spent in the class. It was hard to tell what time it was through the thick, obscuring cloud cover.
“That doesn’t look good,” said Mike. “Are we going to get a storm?”
Andrea shrugged.
“I doubt it. The captain is usually pretty good at steering us out of the way of them.”
“How would a ship like this handle a storm?” asked Laura.
Andrea gestured over to the side.
“We’re high enough out of the water that we don’t have to worry, even if we encounter big waves. The ship is virtually unsinkable.”
Didn’t they say something similar about the Titanic?
The three of them settled into an outdoor restaurant that served sandwiches and chips. It was later in the afternoon than Mike had realized, and the meal was more of a mix of lunch and dinner.
“So what’s next?” he asked, as he finished up the last few bites of his sandwich.
“The music festival started about a half hour ago,” said Andrea. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Mike shrugged. He wasn’t particularly interested in sitting around and listening to whatever off grade band the cruise ship had managed to snare for the duration.
If I can get away from it, I’d have another chance to get to the captain’s office.
He’d almost forgotten about his goal, between everything that had happened to him in the morning and the night before. His thoughts jumped around as he thought about the video, his mom, and what’d happened between them last night.
Laura smiled at him, unaware of what was on her mind. Her sundress looked fantastic on her, and she leaned over toward Mike and set a hand on his knee.
“What do you say, honey?” she asked. “I think it sounds like fun.”
Mike nodded slowly. If his mom was excited about it, it was hard for him not to be.
The three of them finished eating, and then Andrea led them back into the ship’s interior. Mike was expecting the show to be on one of the upper decks, but they headed down the spiral staircase. He could hear the sound of the heavily amplified bass line of a song from three floors up.
They stepped off the staircase on a floor lower down than any Mike had been to before. A few women with glow sticks were standing outside of a large set of double doors. All of them were skimpily dressed and looked like they’d be right at home in an EDM club, or at a punk rock show.
Maybe this will end up being fun.
“Are you two ready?” asked Andrea. “It might be a little crazy inside.”
“It’s just a music show,” said Mike. “I’ve been to them before.”
The three of them pushed through the doors. A huge room was on the other side of it, pitch black except for a few neon lights strung up high along the wall. It was easily the size of a regular music venue back on land and packed full of people.
Packed full of women. I’m the only guy here.
The band on stage was three women, one on vocals, one on guitar, and one on keyboard. They were playing what sounded like a mixture of pop and alt rock, and they were playing it loud.
The crowd was vibrant, dancing along to the music. Most of the women were packed tight together, and all of them moved with the vibe of people caught under the spell of a good show.
“We should find somewhere to watch from.” Andrea’s voice was barely audible against the noise of the crowd. Mike nodded, though he was more interested in joining the dancers packed together in the center of the floor.
He scanned his eyes across the room and spotted Danica and Vera near the center. It didn’t surprise him. A good percentage of the ship’s population was at the show. The energy in the room was powerful, and it had a pull to it.
“This is amazing!” Laura had to shout to be heard over the music. She shook Mike’s shoulder and clapped her hands together in excited glee.
The crowd erupted in applause as the girls on stage finished their set. The entire room churned with people. A group of women pushed in from behind Mike and his mom, and he found himself moving deeper into the main crowd along with them.
The band started up again with a high tempo song. The main vocalist started jumping up and down, and the entire room moved with her. The woman directly in front of Mike rubbed up against him. It took him a second to process that it was someone that he recognized.
“Danica?” His voice was almost drowned out by the music, but it was enough to garner a backward glance from her.
“What? What are you doing here?” Danica glared at Mike. The two of them were pressed together, and as more women moved to join the giant crowd in the center of the room, what little space they had to themselves shrunk even further.
“I’m here for the concert,” he replied. “Why else would I be here?”
“You still owe me a favor!” shouted Danica. “I want you out of here. Now.”
Mike shrugged.
“That’s not really possible,” he said.
He lifted his hands up and gestured to the women packed in around him, boxing him in. Danica scowled and turned back to face the stage. The crowd behind Mike lurched, and he felt his body moving forward. His crotch pressed tight against Danica’s butt.
“Back off!” shouted Danica. “You’re too close for my comfort.”
“Do you think I’d be this close if I had any other option?” shouted Mike.
Danica let out a huffy sounding noise and tried to move forward. She was wearing a loose blouse and a short, black skirt. Mike had to admit, the outfit looked surprisingly good on her. She squirmed against him again, her soft butt massaging against his cock.
Uh oh. This isn’t good.
“That better not be what I think it is!” Danica turned and glared at him, shouting to be heard. Mike felt his cock growing harder, and harder, despite his own annoyance over the situation.
“Stop moving so much!” he yelled.
“You pervert!” Danica let out and angry growl and tried to push forward through the women in front of her again. She stood up on her tiptoes and tried to part them, but ended up sliding back down, her butt running across Mike’s crotch, and her skirt riding up slightly.
I am not attracted to Danica. Why the hell did this have to happen?
“I’m going to tell everyone about this!” shouted Danica. “You’re never going to be able to live it down.”
Mike gritted his teeth in anger and pushed his hips forward slightly. His cock rubbed into Danica, and a wave of pleasure rushed through him.
“Really, Danica?” he asked. “I don’t think so. I’ll tell everyone it was you grinding on me if you do.”
“They won’t believe you!” Danica’s words could barely be made out. The entire crowd
was moving, and Mike and her along with it.
“They’ll believe it, because that’s what happened.” Mike let his hands settle on her waist, and slowly began moving along with the crowd, his erection rubbing into Danica and sending jolts of arousal through his body.
“You bastard!”
“Look, Danica, we’re both stuck,” said Mike. “Let’s just try to make the best of it.”
Danica didn’t say anything. Mike thought that she hadn’t heard him, but after a second, she began to move against him. Her butt cheeks squeezed against his cock, locking it into place against her.
That… wasn’t exactly what I meant.
“I bet you like how that feels, don’t you?” asked Danica. “Is this the most action you’ve gotten on the cruise so far?”
Mike laughed.
“If you only knew the half of it,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” Danica took one of his hands and slid it up to her breast. “How about now?”
Mike blinked in surprise. Her boob felt nice under his hand. It was smaller than her mom’s, but somehow, it felt firmer and more appropriate for her nubile body.
I need to stop this before it goes too far.
“You’ve been acting so cocky lately,” said Danica. “But the truth is, you don’t even know what to do with a woman!”
Mike groped Danica’s breast and gave one of her nipples a small tweak. She squirmed slightly, but immediately recovered her composure.
“You wanna bet?”
“Just try me, Mike,” she whispered. “You don’t have the guts.”
Mike brought his face in close to Danica’s neck. He slowly and deliberately began to thrust himself against her, and let his hand slide under her shirt. He touched the naked breast underneath and then let out a slow breath against her neck.
“I’ll do it,” he whispered.
“You wouldn’t dare,” said Danica.
Mike gritted his teeth. She was playing him again, he knew that much. If he tried anything, there was a good chance that she’d scream and make up some story that would land him in deep trouble.
I can’t back down now. Maybe if I only take it a bit further.
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