The breeze stimulating my body with the contrast of cool to hot didn't make things easier. I felt like a leaf, trembling in the wind upon a branch just before being blown away.
Then her finger entered me, and it was as though the world stopped for a heartbeat.
“Ahh” I gasped. Her index finger was inside of me. I looked up at Rita. How could she look so professional? It was yoga, but the way she was massaging me...
With her finger inside of me, I could feel how wet I was in comparison.
God, I was soaked. Her finger slipped in and out me with an easy rhythm. It didn't go deep or fast, only as though she was slowly preparing me for something. I bit my lower lip.
“You cannot become better at this if your chakras are blocked, sweetheart.”
I looked up again and focused my eyes on her. She was frowning a little at me as though admonishing me for something. I couldn't speak and didn't try to. A moan would come out if I did.
“Your entire body is part of it, you know that. I told you that during the first lesson just like I do to everyone.” She continued, “If you aren't completely balanced...well, let's put it like this. If you are, you will have a much better time with yoga, a much better time with yourself and a much better time with other...things.” She gave me a confident, reassuring smile.
With that smile on her lips, she added a second finger to my pussy.
“Mhmm.” It felt so good. But it’s not as though we’re having sex. She’s just helping me...clear my chakra. I almost laughed at the absurd way that sounded. This was just some exotic technique she learned on her travels through India. It was probably different there, more open than the ones people used here.
Gritting my teeth, I tried to keep thoughts nonsexual as she continued massaging me. Think of horses! Grassy fields, butterflies. Think of anything except what's happening to you, Leslie. Breathe in and out, in and out. That's good. That's it.
“There. That's a little better. Come on, let's try something.” Rita's voice cut through the sex-hazed cloud in my mind like a knife, and I blinked at her.
Her hand was gone from between my legs. “Try something?” I repeated. My voice really sounded numb. Dazed.
She moved her mat closer to mine and gave me a nod. “There are a couple of positions in Yoga you can only do with someone else who is....well...let's just say I wouldn't do them with a stranger. And I can't do them with Jim. He doesn't want to do yoga, you know that.” Rita laughed.
She shrugged. “It's advanced! But it's nothing you can't handle. You've always been quick to pick up on things. Here, I’ll show you. Down on all fours!”
The last thing she said held the tone of a command, and I was startled a little. My pussy was still wet, it had to be. Still, I moved to obey and put both hands on my mat with my knees below in a very...doggy-like position. God, I felt so exposed! But...good too. My breathing had increased a little, and I forced it to calm down.
She put her warm, open palm on my naked back. “Look up at me. Make eye contact.” She smiled down at me.
I angled my head so that I could look into her eyes, where she stood next to me.
She stroked my back with her hand as though calming a skittish animal. “Now lift your hips and knees backwards to the air, as though you're preparing for downward-facing dog.”
I knew the position she spoke of, of course. The mental picture of me in that position while she did what she did. I felt myself blushing, but I obeyed.
“That's it. Just like that.” Rita continued stroking my back in a soothing, calming manner, pushing a little as though urging my hips.
My pussy and my ass were facing up naked! I trembled a little but forced myself to stay still. Yoga. It was yoga, nothing else! If I started to be squeamish, I would be ashamed, and she might be too. I didn't want that. Rita and her husband treated me like a close family friend.
“Now...” she continued and moved her hands onto my mat, as though also getting ready for a downward-facing dog right in front of me. “...try to stay still. I'm going to put my feet on your hips. Like--,” she slowly lifted her feet atop my back, putting them on both sides of my hips to steady herself. “--this. All right? Good. Then an L-shaped handstand, like this.”
I could see her in front of me, in a way. My eyes were aimed at the mat, but I could see that she had climbed atop of me in a way that her weight felt evenly distributed and not cumbersome. The way that she stood on her hands placed just ahead of mine, I could see her breasts if I looked up just a little.
“Cozy Down-Dog.” She said with what I was sure, but couldn't see, was a grin. She giggled.
“Mmm...” This was a very intimate position. Despite the lack of physical contact to my pussy, I could feel that I was still wet, perhaps even wetter than before.
“Now..” Rita continued quietly. “Slowly lower your knees down again. Let me put my knees against your sides.”
The description made me feel warmer. I was still very, very warm. I obliged her, slowly lowering my knees and hips downward and feeling her settle atop of my slim back. I could feel the warmth from her body. She was very warm too. Something brushed against my lower back. Was that her pussy? I shivered. It felt like it, and with her knees slowly lowering down on both sides of my waist, it very well could be.
“Aaand backward....backward.” She continued in the same soothing, quiet voice. “Just like that.”
What could only be her breasts settled against the back of my neck, her head just above my own. Fuck, this was hot. I was throbbing, and I felt so hot with her next to me like that.
“Down as though you're praying now, sweetheart. You're doing great.”
I obeyed without thinking more of it, moving both hands stretched out in front of me and settling down with her body atop mine as though she was a dog getting ready to mate with me. The mental image of that made my cheeks hot.
“Good.” Her whisper was right in my ear and sent a shiver through my body. She'd settled down on me very slowly and moved back. “Lift me backwards slowly now. Sit up.”
I slowly moved back as though sitting up, lifting her along with my body in the process until she was sitting behind me on her knees, both of her arms around my chest and cupping my small breasts. The feel of it....I shivered and felt myself grow wetter.
“Very nice. You pick up on these things quickly,” she whispered and gave my breasts small squeezes. One of her hands then trailed down to my lower stomach and between my legs. “Now, how about your Svadhishtana.” She giggled.
I felt her beginning to massage me again, and I closed my eyes. Fuck, that felt good. I was warm all over. I was tingling. I wanted so badly to cum, I wanted release. While this had been good, her now-massaging hand was torture in a way. I tried to respond, but all I could get out was a small whimper.
I felt myself approaching climax quickly. Her massaging hand didn't have to do much anymore, only touch and continue to touch. It was so warm, so hot. What she was doing was the same – warm and hot. The feel of her soft skin against my back, her breasts and her curls of hair resting against my shoulders.
Oh God, was I going to cum now? Would she make me cum? I wanted to scissor my legs together around her hands. Make her get me off.
“That's it. Let go,” she breathed into my ear, her voice still soothing and with the same professional tone of a yoga teacher telling a student to let go of any remaining tension in her body.
I knew my heat would build to a critical point, after which I would close my eyes and let go. I would cum, that was what would happen! Yet at that point...it didn't fucking matter anymore. I wanted to. God, I was so hot. Leaning my body back against hers completely and feeling the warmth of her chest against my back, I tried to do what she said and indeed just...let go.
Opening my eyes and glancing up, I could see a figure up on the balcony through a haze of half-blinding moisture. I couldn't think straight but...was that Jim? His hand was moving in a flurry like he was shaking a beer bottle. It only took m
e a second to realize that his hands were wrapped around his long cock. Was he actually jerking off!?
The sight of Jim watching the two of us doing naked yoga was the last straw for me.
Fuck! I felt my body arch and bit down on my lower lip to stifle the sounds I knew would inevitably come from between my lips and from down my throat.
“Thaaat's it...just like that, Leslie.” Her voice managed to penetrate the mist of my thoughts.
I tried to halt the oncoming orgasm. I might as well have tried to stop a tidal wave or stand myself in front of a herd of charging cattle. Arching back violently against her, I felt myself come hard.
Waves of heat rolling through my body. My fingers clenched and unclenched, squeezing the wrist of her hand buried between my legs. I rubbed the back of my head against her face, against her neck. My vision was hazed in a myriad of colors flashing before my eyes.
Fuuuuuck. “Oh...god.” I whispered.
Rita stroked my hair as though she was calming a skittish animal who might run away at any second.
I leaned against her, panting heavily. Fuck, that had been intense.
“Feel better? More relaxed, sweetheart?” Rita's voice was soothing as she whispered into my ear.
I gave a weak nod and tried to disentangle myself. Reaching for my clothes, I quickly dressed and glanced up at the balcony.
It was empty. No one was there. Just the drapery fluttering in the wind. Had I really seen anyone up there? Or had it just been imagination?
Rita's neutral voice caught my attention as she spoke.
“Wasn't that relaxing? I could tell you needed it.” She laughed softly. “Your chakra was blocked.”
She didn't seem bothered at all. It had just been helping me with a workout. I nodded mutely, unable to do anything else.
“Same time tomorrow, perhaps?” A smile on those lips as she asked me that question.
Again I nodded. Would she do the same thing again tomorrow? Would she get me off again? She was telling the truth though. Somehow I felt a lot more...balanced. Calm. Relaxed. It felt good.
“I'd love to.” I found my voice again.
“Excellent.” She laughed. “Now let's go take care of the food before Jim starts chewing on the furniture, shall we?”
I laughed with her, and we went inside the house to prepare a meal.
A Favor for Leah
by Alora Matisse
Themes: rough sex
My cell rang as I was rushing down Broadway, I was late for an appointment with a client who had proven to be as elusive as he was wealthy and I was determined not to let him escape without handing over his rather major account to me. Thinking the person on the other end of the line was the client I answered briskly, my mind already working on rebuttals to any delays he might have to offer up.
Instead of the client my sister Leah spoke, “Rachel you have got to come help me for a few weeks.”
I groaned inwardly, Leah was always in the middle of some crisis or another and it always seemed that somehow or another it always became my problem. “I’m sorry Leah, I can’t come up right now I have work and my apartment is being remodeled, if I leave the contractor will rob me blind…”
“Please Rachel, please help me.”
I closed her eyes for a second and nearly ran over a slow footed tourist who was peering into the windows of a trendy clothing store. I hated being manipulated, and I knew that was exactly what Leah was doing.
“Leah I am really, really busy.”
My words were met by a stony silence followed by a decisive click. Sighing I stuffed the phone back into my bag and ducked into the restaurant to meet my client.
***
Two days later I was soaking in the tub when the cell rang again and Leah’s number showed on the screen. I was tempted not to answer, I was certain that Leah had not resolved the dilemma that had caused her to call me in the first place and I didn’t want to argue or be put on a guilt trip. When the ringing didn’t cease, however, I gave in.
“Hello Leah,” I didn’t try to disguise the mild irritation in my voice. “How have you been?”
“I’m fine,” the sulkiness was at a low boil but there. “I was just calling you back, we got disconnected somehow.”
I wanted to say, it was two days ago and you hung up on me but I didn’t. I knew that was a large part of the problem. As kids, Leah and I had been taught never to say when things were wrong and we had taken that into our adult lives.
A long sigh sounded over the line and I wondered if it would be safe or worth it to just drop the phone in the water. I could call her back in a week or so and say, ‘hey here is my new number’ and by then whatever was wrong would have blown over but instead I gritted my teeth and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Logan.”
“What’s wrong with him?’
“He’s Logan,” Leah said and the sulkiness was at full boil then, “I need some time and space Rachel, you have no idea of what it is like to be married, to have to deal with the house and kids and him all day long!”
I said nothing to that; I had never married simply because I didn’t want the responsibility of a family. I had raised the much younger Leah for several years after our parents had died in a car wreck and that experience, coming so young and on the heels of such personal tragedy, had left me marked. I had had to work in order to support myself and Leah so I had to put my plans for college on hold. I had been twenty four before I had been able to start college courses and I had pursued my education, and then my career, with a determination born of the knowledge that I was starting later than other people did.
My ambition had grown with every year and as my salary increased so had my goals. The titles on my door had changed over the years and I had the well-earned reputation of being a barracuda in the boardroom. I did not know what marriage and kids were like, and I had no intention or desire to find out either.
Leah’s venting took a different turn so abruptly that my attention was yanked back to her words almost involuntarily. “I know if he catches me he will kill me,” Leah said in a breathy little whisper, “You don’t know how bad his temper has gotten. You have to come help me!”
I sat up, the cold air hit my water warmed shoulder and nipples, causing shivers and gooseflesh to break out on my skin. “Wait, you want me to come up there and help you cheat on your husband?”
“Oh don’t go all sanctimonious on me,” Leah shot back, “I seem to remember you sleeping with your boss, who was married, to get a raise.”
Stung, I did not reply at first, when I did, my voice was thin with anger, “Leah I am not, repeat not, coming up there to help you cheat on Logan. Forget about it.”
“I need you to come up here to help me break up with the man I’m having an affair with.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, see I’m afraid he will get mad and tell Logan, if he does Logan may get violent.”
“You’re living dangerously these days.” I said dryly.
“I have to tell you it’s been a lot of fun.”
It was the wistfulness in my sister’s voice that put the largest dent in my determination not to get involved in another of her messes. “I can’t stay a few weeks Leah, I can manage a weekend. I have a career that is always in jeopardy, I’m only ever as good as my last accomplishment and there are always new people being hired.”
“Thanks so much!” Leah said fervently, “You have no idea how much I need you here!”
I hung up and laid back down in the grown cold tub, “I’m going to really regret this,” I said to the ceiling and closed my eyes.
Instantly Logan’s face and form swam into view. He was a good looking man with black hair that fell in thick waves over his high forehead, piercing blue eyes, a set of full and sensual lips and a lean long body that filled out a pair of jeans and faded tee shirt so well that women often turned around to stare as he walked past.
I had stopped going to my sister’s house a year or so before.
It had occurred to me at that time that I was incredibly attracted to Logan; he had that broody bad boy poet thing down. He was, in fact, a poet and one who was well renowned. He wrote passionate, volatile verse and incredibly vivid horror novels, the novels were the family’s main income but Leah worked too, she held down a part- time job as a bank teller. I wondered if she were having an affair with someone she worked with. I imagined that she was, Leah didn’t get along with many of the people Logan socialized with and she didn’t go out too much otherwise.
***
Pulling up in front of the large two story house that Leah shared with her husband and two small children I felt an undeniable impulse to tell the cabdriver to forget it, to take me back to the train station. I didn’t, I tipped the surly man generously even though he tossed my designer label luggage to the curb then pasted a smile on my face as the door opened and Leah strolled out into the early summer sunshine.
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