'And the third level?'
'The most advanced level, Harmony, is where you seek maximum enlightenment through the joining of your minds, bodies, and spirits. This is where you explore each other's bodies and learn to experience their full potential. It is a deeply intimate bond that our practitioners find most empowering.'
All this spiritual double-talk was dancing around the main subject. It was time to cut to the chase.
'Are we allowed to—’ I hesitated for a moment trying to frame the right words. 'Touch each other?'
'Of course,' Soraya replied. 'This is the whole goal. To release your inhibitions and connect with one another in such a way as to experience maximum pleasure and fulfillment.'
Now we're talking.
Soraya was beginning to sound more and more like an instructor herself, and my mind began to imagine what she'd look like leading us through the poses in the nude. I could feel the blood rushing to my pussy as my insides began to moisten. I was feeling bolder and decided to probe a little further.
'What are these 'tantric techniques' that your website talks about using in the sessions?'
'The word tantric comes from the Sanskrit root tan,' Soraya instructed, 'which refers to the interweaving of threads on a loom. In the context of yoga, it means the joining of partners and using the principles of meditation and relaxation to elevate and prolong one's pleasure. It can be practiced at any stage in your progression through the levels but is most powerful when practiced in tandem with your partner at the most advanced level.'
That sounds exactly like what I'm looking for.
Now it was just a matter of testing the boundaries.
'How can I ensure my privacy and personal space will be respected if I choose not to engage a partner?'
'We establish clear ground rules at the outset of each session. Everyone chooses their own partner and engages only with explicit consent. If you wish to practice your asanas alone, we encourage you to do so. Our time together is always safe, nourishing, and judgement free.'
I was beginning to feel more relaxed and was almost ready to book my first session.
'Do I need to bring anything with me?' I asked.
'All you need to bring is an open mind, a free spirit, and a clean yoga mat. Everything else, including your cell phone and any other electronic devices, we ask you to check at the door.'
I'm all in, I thought.
'When is your next beginner session?'
'Meditation sessions are scheduled Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. You can check availability and book a session by clicking on the Appointments tab at the top of the page. Did you have any further questions?'
I didn't really have any other questions, but I was intrigued to learn more about this mysterious Soraya. She seemed a lot more informed about the art of yoga than your typical customer support agent.
'No, thank you for your time and candor, Soraya,' I typed. 'I'm looking forward to participating in your sessions. Are you an instructor yourself?'
'Yes, I'm one of three certified yoginis at our practice.'
'Are they all female?' I wondered. I wasn't sure about the idea of having a male instructor staring at me as I stretched and bent over entirely naked.
'Yes, although depending on your preferences, I think you'll find the male yogis can be just as fulfilling in the practice of tantric yoga as the women are.'
'Thank you, Soraya,' I said. 'I hope to meet you at one of the sessions. I'll book an appointment soon. Bye for now.'
I clicked out of the chat window and tapped on the Appointments tab. I selected the first available date for a Meditation session and quickly filled in my profile and credit card information to pay for all three levels of the naked yoga sessions. Then I stripped off my clothes and placed my favorite vibrating dildo facing straight up on the floor. I placed my straight arms in front of me then pulled my legs behind my shoulders and lifted my ass into a Firefly position above the dildo. As I lowered my pussy onto the dildo, I closed my eyes and imagined it was my yoga partner instead.
Namaste, I muttered, as my breathing began to quicken.
3
Meditation
When I got to the naked yoga studio on my appointment day, I was pleasantly surprised. The room was bright, clean, and well-appointed, with tasteful prints on the wall, clean white sheers covering the windows, and a new hardwood floor. This wasn't some dingy pseudo-massage parlor operation as I’d feared.
I arrived ten minutes early, around the time other patrons were beginning to stream in. There was a mix of men and women in their twenties and thirties. Some of them appeared to be couples, judging by the intimacy of their hushed conversations and how close they huddled together. Before long, everybody staked out a spot on the floor and began stretching quietly on their mats.
At first, I was surprised to see everybody dressed in familiar yoga attire. But then I remembered what Soraya had said in our online chat conversation about everybody being asked to disrobe at the start of each session. I placed my purse and coat on a bench in a conspicuous place where I could keep an eye on it, then found an open spot on the floor and began stretching. I wasn't really interested in stretching yet, but it kept me busy and avoiding awkward glances with the people sitting around me.
During a transition in one of my stretches, I looked up and locked eyes with a pretty red-haired girl stretching beside me who couldn't have been much beyond her teens. She was wearing pink tights and a yellow top that pressed against her small but perky breasts. She didn't appear to be wearing a sports bra, and I could see the outline of her nipples as they pushed against soft cotton. We smiled at one another then returned to our stretching as we pretended to ignore the palpable tension in the room.
Shortly after, an attractive woman wearing matching Lululemon tops and bottoms walked toward the front of the room, where she placed a mat in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors lining the wall. She nodded and smiled at a few familiar faces, then looked at the large clock on the side wall. It was 7:00 p.m.
"Good evening, everyone," she said, addressing the room. "For those of you who are visiting us for the first time, welcome to our Tantric Yoga program, Level One — Meditations. For those of you who are returning, it's great to see you again. Remember that your progression through the levels should be at your leisure. You should step up to the next level only when you feel comfortable enough with the exercises and with your interaction with your fellow participants."
I wondered if she was Soraya from my chat session. My eyes ran up and down her body, analyzing ever contour of her perfectly shaped figure. Her legs were long and slim and bulging in all the right places. I marveled at the diamond shape of her calves and the line flexing up the side of her tights that separated her gently curved quadricep and hamstring muscles. Her Madonna-toned arms were slender and cut, and I could see the outline of her tricep muscles as she moved her arms. Her stomach was flat as a washboard, and her ample breasts swelled over the top of her tight-fitting top, above a tapering waist. She had a perfect athletic gymnast's figure, and I hoped she’d turn around for a moment to reveal an ass that I was sure I could bounce a coin off.
She was absolutely gorgeous, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She had a vaguely European look, with dark brown hair, high cheekbones, and full rosebud lips. As I watched her talk, I imagined pressing my body against hers, kissing her in a passionate embrace. I couldn't wait for the program to start and see her gorgeous body in the buff.
As if reading my mind, she looked at me and smiled.
"My name's Alexandra," she said. "I'll be your instructor for today's session. Shall we get started?"
Everybody including me nodded.
"Our first order of business is to shed the trappings of modern civilization by dispensing with our clothes. These are just holding us back from truly connecting with our bodies and reaching our full potential. Yoga is intended to free our minds, bodies, and spirits. Practicing our craft in the nude will enable us to open
our minds and experience true freedom and relaxation. Let’s all disrobe now and place our garments on the floor beside your mats."
Alexandra reached over her shoulders and pulled her top over her head then bent over in a perfect pike position and pulled down her yoga pants. Then she nonchalantly stepped out of them and placed them in a neatly folded pile near the mirrors. I hesitated for a moment, soaking up her gorgeous body. Her B-cup tits stood proud and tall on her chiseled chest, with a thin indentation running down the front of her abdomen to her perfectly bald pubis.
When she turned around and bent over to place her clothes on the floor, I gasped out loud. Her ass was as tight and round as a schoolgirl's. The muscles in her glutes flexed as she stretched and contracted them from the bending motion. When she turned back around, I suddenly became aware that I was the only person in the room who was still clothed. I awkwardly pulled my tights off with everybody watching me, then placed them on the floor beside my mat. I could see myself reflected in the mirrors at the front of the room and part of me wanted to move my hands in front of my pussy to cover up. But everyone else seemed perfectly relaxed being naked, and I scanned the expanse of mirrors to take in the sight.
There were about fifteen people in the room, in various shapes and colors. Some had dark bodies, and some had fair skin like me. Most were slim and toned, but there were a few curvy girls with full breasts and wide hips. I noticed two men standing near the back of the pack, and I wondered if they'd chosen this position out of shyness or because it offered the best position for viewing the women's bare backsides. I squinted to see if I could detect any sign of tumescence in their hanging members, but they appeared to be fully relaxed and flaccid. I was glad that they'd also trimmed their bushes short and neat so as not to interfere with maximum viewing pleasure.
"Right, then," Alexandra said. "Now that we're fully free to relax and connect with our bodies, I'd like everyone to lie down on your mats face up and place your arms gently at your side. Close your eyes and breathe in slowly through your nostrils, then exhale deeply to remove the troubles of your day. Try to empty your mind and focus on the beauty and serenity of your body."
It was strange lying on my yoga mat completely naked, knowing I was surrounded by so many people in a similar state of undress. I was tempted to turn my head and open my eyes to steal another glance at Alexandra or the girl beside me, but I followed her instructions and focused on my breathing. It felt liberating to take my clothes off around like-minded strangers, and I could feel myself begin to relax as a cool draft swept over my body. The stillness in the room was a welcome respite from my hectic workday.
After two or three minutes, Alexandra instructed us to open our eyes and sit up on our mats in the Buddha position.
"Cross your legs, bringing your heels under your knees, then lift your chest so your spine is straight. You may open your eyes if you wish, as you can begin to feel comfortable in your natural body among your peers."
I raised my eyelids and turned my head slowly to look around the room. The young girl beside me caught my gaze and looked straight into my eyes. I smiled at her as her eyes drifted down my chest and she looked at my exposed breasts and stomach. I unconsciously lifted my chest and pushed my tits out as far as I could. My breasts were much larger than hers, and I was proud of how firm and high they still stood at my age. I could feel my nipples hardening and I blushed slightly as I glanced at her tight figure.
Her skin was flawlessly smooth and unblemished, and she had barely an ounce of fat anywhere on her body. Her small boobs seemed to be glued onto her chest, as if somebody had sculpted them out of clay. They barely moved as she breathed in and out, rising in tandem with her expanding ribs and diaphragm. Her nipples were small, with pinched areolas betraying her excitement. Maybe it was just the cool air circulating in the room, but her nipples were definitely standing out in an aroused state. I lifted my eyes and we smiled at each other, in tacit approval of each other's physiques.
I frowned when Alexandra interrupted our connection, instructing us to change position.
"Now that we're getting comfortable in our natural bodies," she said, "let's expand our horizons and begin to stretch our capabilities. I'd like you to extend your legs straight in front of you and gently flex your toes toward your knees. Now, gently lean forward with a straight spine and run your hands along the top of your tights toward your feet until you feel some gentle pressure in your hamstrings. Hold the position, breathing slowly and deeply, until you feel your muscles relax, then push forward another inch, trying to move your head as close to your knees as possible."
My flexibility was pretty good from my regular yoga classes, so I was able to get all the way down and I rest my chest on my thighs, clasping my hands around the undersides of my feet. I looked in Alexandra's direction and she nodded approvingly while holding a similar position without any sign of strain in her face. I turned my head and peeked under my outstretched arm at the young girl beside me and she did the same. We both giggled for a moment, then placed our heads back between our knees and concentrated on our poses. I could feel the mat underneath me beginning to moisten between my legs as I began to think about what I'd like to do with her at the next level in our training.
After another three or four minutes, Alexandra instructed us to move into the next position.
"You're all doing wonderfully," she said. "Now we're going to move into a new position to really give those hammies a workout. Bring the sole of your right foot to rest against your left inner thigh. Now, turn and extend your chest over your left knee, holding your left leg or foot to gently pull yourself forward. As before, breathe slowly and hold the position when it begins to bind, then extend yourself forward in small increments as you feel the pressure in your hamstring slowly relax. Go as far as you can without feeling uncomfortable. Your goal is to elongate your muscles and improve your flexibility so you can be ready for whatever tight spots life throws at us in the real world."
I was feeling a tight spot between my legs, and I pressed the heel of my right foot hard against my pussy. This was the first time I'd actively touched myself in the session, and I began to think about what might be in store as I moved to the more advanced classes and begin to interact more closely with other participants. I hoped that the girl to my side with whom I'd made a silent connection would be there so we could partner up and explore our bodies more intimately.
Alexandra instructed us to switch sides and extend our right leg to stretch the opposite hamstring. The girl and I glanced quickly again at each other before we bent down, and I began to fantasize about going down on her. I wiggled my hips against my left heel, trying to increase the friction against my swollen clit. But Alexandra always seemed to interrupt our poses before I could work up enough sustained contact to go very far.
Perhaps this was by design, to create just enough contact with ourselves and others to make us yearn for a stronger connection with our partners. I had to admire the brilliance of their business model. They were building a powerful desire to move on to the next stage. Just as with normal sex, no one in their right mind wanted to stop before achieving the pinnacle of pleasure.
"Okay," Alexandra said, interrupting my thoughts once again. "Now we're going to try a variation on this pose that will help us stretch our ribcages and build our core. Bring your right forearm down to the inside of your right leg and try to grab the inside of your right foot. Then reach up and over your head with your other arm. Rotate your left palm inward and try to clasp the outer edge of your right foot while rotating your chest inwards and upwards."
A few people near the back of the room grunted and groaned as they tried the awkward maneuver.
"I know," Alexandra said, "this is a tough one. Just go as far as you feel comfortable without feeling undue strain. As always, pause at the moment of tension and breathe deeply. Feel your tummy pushing in and out as you use your diaphragm to breathe from your belly, not your chest. Glance up toward the ceiling to encourage you
r body to twist as much as you can. When you begin to relax, push a little further and hold."
This time, the girl next to me and I were facing each other directly, only a few feet apart. We looked at each other and giggled again. We were definitely forming a connection as we ran each other's eyes shamelessly down and across each other's bodies, watching the muscles in our stomachs rippling from the tension of the side stretch. We both had our heels in front of our bare crotches, which only added to the titillation of the pose. I tried to will her to pull her foot away to give me a glimpse of her naked pussy, but we remained obedient to Alexandra's instruction.
Just as I was beginning to think the sequence of poses had been carefully staged to reveal only enough of our bodies to our fellow participants to build an unquenchable desire, Alexandra instructed us to sit up and change position once again.
"Now let's focus on another important element of our core strength, which is our lower back. Sit up and place your legs directly in front of you once again, then bend your right leg until your right heel is touching the inside of your left knee. Now reach up with your left arm and twist toward your right side with your right hand on the floor beside you, placing your left elbow on the outside of your elevated knee. You should feel a gentle stretch in your lower back and glutes. Look behind you and find a spot on the wall where you can focus, then gently try to twist your body further in that direction as you trace a line further along the wall toward your right. Hold, breathe, and relax. Then twist a little further, pushing yourself to twist as far as you feel comfortable."
My gaze was averted away from the girl next to me, so I scanned the room behind me. I could see the two men at the back of the room stretching in the seated twist position, looking just as serious and focused as the rest of us. I caught a few people stealing furtive glances at one another, but for the most part everybody seemed lost in the moment concentrating on their poses, seemingly mindless of their naked and exposed positions.
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