Lessons with my Yoga instructor

by Iris Deorre

  It’s only been four weeks and I’m feeling great. My body has gone into some sort of submission I can’t explain. I’m all bendy and flexible, it’s a body I can’t explain anymore. I must admit when I joined the yoga class I wasn’t expecting to last even two minutes. I mean, it was suggested to me by my close friend June. To get me out of my misery, to get over my ex leaving me at such short notice. May I digress for just a moment and then I will continue to tell my tale of flexibility.

  I was driving home from a busy day at the office. The traffic was horrendous as usual on the M62, another crash had happened at junction 29. I swear, that road must be cursed. Anyway, while I sat in my car listening to Adele, ‘Set fire to the rain.’ Now that I think about it, the song was like some sort of prediction. I had a heavy strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I just felt it. The need to get home grew stronger but the cars barely moved on the motorway. So I decided to give Jason a ring. –That’s my ex.

  His mobile went straight into voicemail, which was unlike him, he always answered on the third ring. I left a message then continued to drift along, but now more than ever the feeling of panic more evident. But the cars dragged on and on and my heart felt as though it would jump right out of my chest.

  An hour later my feelings were confirmed. I walked into our flat and knew something was wrong. Every light was off, Jason was always home before I was but not that day. I rushed upstairs and was met with an empty wardrobe; every single piece of evidence of Jason was gone. It was as if he’d never set foot in the flat. Panicked I rushed downstairs as if that would somehow reveal the reason to the situation. I stood in the living room like a fool. Just stood there and stared into space. It took a good ten minutes or more –I wasn’t counting – before I realised that I was standing like a complete fool.

  I turned around and headed for the kitchen, it felt like the next best thing to do and it turned out it was. Because in the kitchen lay the answer on a small yellow post-it note that had been stuck onto the fridge. This isn’t working Jess, sorry but I just couldn’t do it anymore. Please don’t try to contact me.

  How very noble of him, leaving me a note like that! Every part of me just fell apart from that moment on. Every limb in my body suddenly became non existent. The food in the refrigerator now more appealing than ever; which I think was another reason for June’s kind suggestion to join a yoga class. But she was adamant that it had nothing to do with the tipping of the scale, or my healthy habit of chocolate bars I’d line up from the front door to my bedroom. June said it would be good for me; the yoga, it would help bring some discipline and order into my life, something I seemed to be lacking. Not my thoughts, as far as discipline was concerned I’m the most disciplined, I mean who else can step onto the scale every morning without fail then raid the cookie jar every time. Not to mention there is always a good supply in every kitchen and living room cupboard I could find. Now that’s what I call discipline. So that was it, the reason I ended up doing yoga of all things, which brings me back to my flexibility. The reason for this sensual tale.

  It was during these sad times, as June called them that I found yoga, or yoga found me; not quite sure really. But the fact of the matter was June was the mediator between yoga and I. It was the best thing that happened to me and I’m glad Jason decided to turn into a small penis coward and leave me a very yellow post –it note. His exit is the very reason I’m bubbly on the inside and always wet on the outside. The gods must have been looking down on me and pushing me to experience this very wonderful thing I hardly knew existed.

  When I first walked into the yoga class I wasn’t very positive. Quite negative really; I even had an emergency chocolate bar in my gym bag just in case. The majority of the class was made up of women so I’m not sure how June thought I would meet the love of my life. But I took that back the moment our instructor walked into the class.

  Skye, that’s her name. I’ll never forget the day she walked into class, lily blond hair tied to the back. Porcelain skin, immaculate make up, not too much and not too little, just perfect. She wore the shortest shorts I’d ever seen. And a little sports, tanky top that revealed an amazing pair of boobs, she was perfect. What surprised me was the way she took my breath away. The fresh flower smell of her perfume as she passed me was so exhilarating I wondered what had got into me.

  June blamed the break up. She thinks I’m projecting the lose of Jason onto Skye, that she’s something new. An experiment so to speak.

  June could be right, Skye was new and nothing I’ve ever felt before. The truth of the matter was that I’d never had any feelings for another woman; I’ve never looked at another woman the way I looked at Skye. That day, will never be forgotten.

  Skye had placed her pink mat on the ground and smiled a pearly white smile at us all with her hands on her petite waist.

  ‘Are there any newbie’s here today?’ she asked and looked around the room.

  I raised my hand nervously and smiled.

  ‘Please come to the front, this way I can be of assistance.’ She smiled even further. Her blue eyes lit up as she did so.

  I gathered my belongings and moved to the front of the class and then the class began. A class I couldn’t really concentrate on because each time she bent down, front or back a little splash of lust would filter through my panties.

  That had been four weeks ago and a lot has happened since then. I’ve become a lot more flexible and last night well, let’s just say there was a little incident; something I’m dying to tell so here it goes.

  We’d all backed up and I was the last one out of the class. Just as I was about to exit and head for the shower, Skye called me back in. My heart stopped. Every day that week I’d been feeling closer and closer to her. I took a deep breath then turned to where she stood. She was wearing her pink shorts, or should I say hot pants and a little white sports top. She pulled the scrunchy from her head as I headed towards her and shook her hair loose. She was breathtaking. What had gotten into me, she occupied my mind twenty four hours a day and now she’d asked to see me. I stop right before her and gaze into the mirror behind her and gazed at the reflection of her behind. Parts of her shorts had crept up her bum and just seeing the inch of her skin made me feel a little horny.

  ‘How are you finding the class so far?’ she asked in her smooth tone. She has a low and sweet voice that makes you want to sleep in her arms.

  ‘Its… it’s fine. I’m really enjoying it. I’ve become so flexible in such a short time I can’t believe it and I can never wait for the next class.’ I babbled on nervously.

  ‘I’m so glad; I can see you’re improving.’ She placed a warm hand on my shoulder and it heats my skin. Her hands were soft and she gave my shoulder a gentle rub and then retracted. ‘I do private classes if you’re interested. If you’d like to do a bit more advance session.’

  My heart fluttered, alone time with her for an hour? Just standing next to her for the few minutes made my pussy ache. This was a whole new sensation, something I wanted to explore, whether in bed on my own with her as the image or with her. How could I pass a moment to be with someone so beautiful?

  ‘When… when do you do your sessions?’ I swallowed back hard.

  ‘Tuesday’s and Thursdays 7 until 8pm.’ I’m usually booked in advance but I have an opening next week Tuesday if you’re interested.’ She smiled a killer smile and I thought the gods were smiling down at me once again. I had never felt this way in my life, all I wanted was to be with her, never mind next week I wanted to just stand next to her for a very long time.

  ‘I’m urr…’ I squeezed onto my towel hoping it would unjumble the words in
my head.

  ‘You don’t have to decide right away.’ She began to gather her belongings. She bent down and I swallowed back my lust and tried to form the right answer in my head. Skye rolled up her yoga mat, picked up her bag then stood up straight again, the same friendly smile on her face.

  ‘I’d like to book that session,’ I said quickly as I could. ‘It would be great!’

  ‘Fantastic, I’ll pencil you in,’ she said, ‘I promise you won’t be disappointed.’

  I thought about that for a moment. What exactly was I expecting during this session? She hadn’t shown any inclination that she was interested in me as I was in her and I didn’t even know whether she liked me in that way. But nevertheless just being around her was reward enough.

  ‘I’m sure I won’t.’

  We both headed in the direction of the showers, nothing more was said between us. The open plan changing rooms were empty; I could hear the sound of the showers in the distance. I walked over to my locker and took out my stuff and began to undress. For a moment I stared into the mirrors that surrounded us and caught a glimpse of Skye gazing at me through the mirror. Slowly I lowered my panties and revealed my butt savouring the moment and then I unclipped my bra and let loose my healthy bust. I then looked fully into the mirror and gazed back at her. Skye simply smiled then proceeded to take off the little she had on.

  It was hard not to stare but I couldn’t stand there naked waiting for her to strip off so with as much discipline as I could muster I headed for the shower. The warm spray hit my back and I let it run down me and imagined her hands wrapped around me. I lathered my hungry body with soap and let my fingers touch my hard sensitive nipples. The sensation sent an electric current down my spine as I imagined her petite hands cupped underneath each breast. As the water streamed down my body I let my hands venture further down my body and slid my fingers between my legs. The soap lathered my clitoris and I Iet out an unexpected whimper. Just then there was a light knock on my door.

  ‘Is everything alright?’ asked Skye.

  I quickly removed my fingers from my pussy and open the door slightly and poked out my head. She was standing naked, a towel in her hand. Her medium sized breasts the only things my eyes lay on.

  ‘I’m fine, thanks.’

  ‘Sure?’ she flashed another smile and I nodded. Skye walked to the next shower cubicle and I watched as she took her little round behind into the shower. I closed the door and lean back into the shower, water streams down my body, the fire between my legs now hotter than ever. I take in a few deep breaths then try and finish my shower. But as I am about to lather my body with soap again there is another light knock. This time I open the door slowly and Skye steps into the shower. Before I can utter a word her lips are pressed up against mine. Every breath in my body escapes and I struggle not to make a sound as the shower besides us turned on.

  She grasped my head between her hands and presses into me more, her tongue dips into my mouth and we kiss passionately. It’s all happening too fast. I feel the tips of her breasts against mine, my clit clenches over and over again and I hold back the sound with all my might.

  With urgency Skye cups my breasts, her mouth not leaving mine and squeezes my nipples with her index finger. I want to scream, but I swallow it back and take in her tongue deeper into my mouth. It feels as though we’d gobble each other up, she caresses my nipples vigorously, twirling them between her fingers, pinching them and then pulling them out towards her. The sensation is electrifying, out of this world and in the pit of my stomach all the sounds circulate, begging to come out. But the cubicle besides us is still active and then another shower goes on opposite us. I can’t help myself but I want her so much. My hands clasp the base of her bum, the bum I’ve wanted to touch for so long and I press her closer into me. Our lips stay locked and I squeeze each of her butt cheeks hard. She’s about to whimper, the build up is in her mouth but she too holds back and I grasp tighter to her arse.

  She feels smooth and soft and I part her butt and let my finger circulate the opening of her arse. Again she’s about to cry out but holds back. We smile into each other’s lips and with more urgency her hands drop towards my thighs. She lifts my right leg and without warning slides in two fingers into my pussy. I use every muscle within me not to cry out as her fingers ram in and out of my pussy with such urgency. Then another finger enters me and this time I squeeze her butt as hard as I can. Faster and faster her fingers move, clockwise, anticlock wise. She then takes her fingers out and play with the flaps of my pussy. The shower noises around us become distant and the pleasure between my legs is the only thing in focus.

  With each kiss she dips deeper and deeper and now more than ever I search for her pussy hole. My fingers must find it and as if reading my mind she lifts her left leg so that my fingers find the way to her wet hole. I too dip my fingers into her and together we move in and out of our pussies. Each wanting to cry out but we can’t. We press together and get into a fast paced rhythm and then I feel myself shudder, my clit clenches and pussy juices splashes from me again and again.

  ‘Good girl!’ she whispers into my lips and she dips her hands into me again and vigorously moves in and out of me, twisting her fingers at the same time. I shudder and she covers my mouth with her hand so I don’t shout out and again and again the pussy juice splashes out of me again and again.

  ‘That’s my girl!’ she says again and I push all of my three fingers up into her again and again and I feel her body shudder up against mine. And we come together again and again!

  ****

  ‘You sound weird,’ said June over the phone that evening.

  ‘I do not!’

  ‘C’mon, tell me what have you done? Scoffled more chocolate?’

  ‘You’ll be glad to know I’ve cleaned out the chocolate cupboard and what makes you think I’ve done anything?’ I bit my lower lip as the thoughts of that evening came flooding. Skye a permanent feature in my mind.

  ‘So you haven’t exchanged the chocolate habit to snorting cocaine?’

  ‘Hahah, I have the white powder all over my nose right now, want to come down and join me.’ I laugh.

  ‘You’ve had sex haven’t you?’

  ‘Don’t be ridiculous, what is wrong with you?’

  ‘Ah there it is again, the high pitch. Spill.’

  ‘I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.’

  ‘Oh c’mon, Jessica. I know you better than anyone else and you can’t lie to me. So who is it, some random stranger in the alley? Honestly Jess, I preferred the chocolate habit.’

  ‘You have no faith in me do you?’ I laugh again, she’s my best friend and I love her to bits.

  ‘So you have had sex?’

  ‘Fine, I had sex with my yoga instructor.’

  ‘Oh lord, what, are you bisexual now?’

  ‘No, I just wanted her so much.’

  ‘This isn’t the way to get over Jason. Speaking of which he rang me last night, asking if I knew why you didn’t return his call.’

  ‘Why should I? He left me and besides I have better things to do.’

  ‘Like shagging your yoga instructor.’

  ‘Yeah,’ I laughed.

  ‘Is this going anywhere?’

  ‘I don’t know but does it matter? You’re the one who pushed me to join yoga.’

  ‘Yes yoga, not shag yoga teacher.’ She laughed.

  I must admit it sounded funny. I had gone totally bonkers but I was enjoying it nonetheless.

  ‘Tell me then, what was it like then?’

  ‘You really want to know?’ I was surprised.

  ‘Yes I do… so is it better than being with a man?’

  ‘I wouldn’t say that. Both are totally different experiences… although…being with a woman has its advantages.’

  ‘And that is?’

  ‘A woman knows what turns her on so she’s one step ahead of a guy… this is weird, do you really want to discuss this?’

  ‘Hmm may
be, was this a one off then?’

  ‘I guess, I don’t know.’

  ‘What does that mean?’

  ‘It means I’m seeing her on Tuesday night for a private session.’

  ‘Oh my god, private session my arse.’

  I looked up at the clock that was on the wall, it was almost ten and I had an early start the next morning.

  ‘I better be ringing off, going to bed now.’

  ‘Avoiding, avoiding.’

  ‘No June, I have an early start in the morning.’

  ‘If you say so, are we still on for lunch next Friday?’

  ‘Yeah sure, I’ll text you to confirm. Lots of love.’ I hung up quickly before she could squeeze another word in. I loved June, she’s been my friend since primary school but discussing my sex life with her that I’m confused about myself wasn’t what I had in mind. To be honest I wasn’t sure where this was heading. Had I gone off men? No I hadn’t but there was something about Skye I couldn’t shake and didn’t want to. I guess no one will ever make me feel the way she did and I’m glad she came into my life the way she did.

  I wondered upstairs, with Skye still on my mind. We hadn’t said a word after our time together. She had simply slipped out of the shower and I stayed in and washed myself still buzzing with euphoria. I was going to let life be the leader in this one. Whatever will happen on Tuesday evening is in the hands of fate and that’s the way I’ll leave it.

  It took me another few minutes to brush my teeth get changed and slip into bed. Even though the light was off, I couldn’t switch the light off in my head. Skye was a constant no matter what I did and it was something I was going to have to live with for a while.

  ****

  Tuesday finally arrived and I was so nervous and excited at the same time. I didn’t know what to expect. I walked into the changing room and changed my work clothes into my yoga gear. I decided to wear my shorts and a sports top and no panties. My heart was hoping against hope that we will repeat the shower episode again. I wanted her so much, I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since. After a quick glance in the mirror I walk to the yoga class. It’s empty. I look up at the clock at the top, there’s five minutes still before the session. I try to warm up, standing before the mirrors. My heart beating fast, and my palms sweaty. I can’t wait to see her and yet I feel a little afraid. What if nothing happens between us? What if she ignores the issue and just behaves like my teacher? I wouldn’t be able to bear it. I try and focus and get my mind off the what ifs, and just as I’m about to do another shoulder stretch Skye walks in. She’s in blue, a short blue shorts and little top. She flashes her teeth at me and places her bag where she normally does.