Amber noticed one of the participants was without a partner and walked over to one of the men. She clasped her hands in front of her and bowed, then sat down on his mat in the reverse meditation pose.
"Straighten your spines and feel your shoulder blades supporting one another," she said from her new position in the middle of the room. "Breathe deeply together as you feel each other's energy connecting your spines. Rest your hands on your knees as you channel your thoughts. Don't think about the fact that you're touching another stranger—simply be one."
I could feel Kayla's breathing as her upper back expanded and contracted, and she rested her head against my shoulder. I did the same, shifting my head to the other side, and we paused listening to each other's breathing. I wanted to reach around and touch her hand or her thigh, or touch my own dripping pussy, which had begun to dribble in excitement onto Kayla's mat. It took every ounce of my power to keep my hands where Amber instructed and just focus on relaxing.
Amber must have sensed that many of us were ready to move to the next stage when she asked us to reach around and touch our partners.
"Now, with your backs still pressed together, twist your upper bodies gently to your left and place your left hand on the outside of your right knee. With your right arm, reach around your partner's back and place it on the inside of his or her thigh. This is a trust-building exercise that permits you to help each other stretch, while also beginning to feel more comfortable with one another."
Kayla and I looked toward Amber to follow the correct technique, as we watched her reach around her partner's back and wedge her straight arm against the inside of his opposite thigh. It was impossible from our position to witness the man's reaction, but I was certain it would be getting a rise out of him.
We twisted our bodies as Amber indicated, and I could feel my arm shaking as I reached behind Kayla's back and placed my hand on her inner thigh. When she did the same, my back shook from the sexual energy that shot through me. By now, my inner thighs were coated with the slippery juices streaming out of my pussy, and Kayla squeezed her fingers against my leg to avoid slipping off. I couldn't feel any wetness on the inside of her thigh—just the soft, exquisite warmth of her smooth skin. I was glad that I'd shaved my legs the previous day, hoping she'd revel in my soft skin as much as I was hers.
Amber interrupted our thoughts with another command.
"Gently press down and outward with your two hands as you feel you and your partner move your knees closer to the floor. Focus on the pressure and nonverbal feedback from your partner to know how far you can push without causing pain or discomfort. Listen to your partner's body and trust one another to help stretch and relax."
As I pushed gently down on Kayla's thigh and felt her do the same, I felt my adductor muscle begin to relax as our knees moved closer to the floor. I was careful to go slow, paying close attention to the tension in Kayla's leg so I never pushed her beyond her limits. Within a minute or so, both of our legs were pressed flat against the floor. I could still feel some tension in my inner thighs, but much more in my aching pussy from the proximity of her hand to my slit. I hoped that Amber's next instruction would bring us even closer together, where we might actually be able to touch our private parts.
"Now let's turn around facing each other while we twist in the other direction," she instructed. I want you to face each other, returning to the cross-legged Buddha position, with your knees touching one another. Reach as far around your back with your right hand while you extend your other hand forward and clasp your partner's hand behind their back. Gently hold and pull one another as you twist your upper bodies away from one another."
Once again, we watched Amber as she demonstrated the technique with her partner, then we followed suit. I was pleased with how the progression of moves were now being staged in a manner that our level of engagement with our partners increased each time. Kayla and I playfully pushed and pulled each other as we rocked our upper bodies from side to side. It was a fun, stress-free way for us to wind down from the excitement of our last pose, but I was looking forward to rocking our bodies in a whole other way.
"Okay," Amber said. "Now let's see if we can help each other stretch our lower half."
Yes! I screamed inside. My lower half needs some serious attention.
Finally, I'd get a chance to touch Kayla where I'd fantasized for so many hours. Our heads turned to look at one another and our eyes widened as we processed the same thought. I could see Kayla's pupils dilating with rising excitement.
"First," Amber instructed, "get into the staff position facing each other with your legs extended straight out in front of you. Touch each other's feet and place your palms face down on the floor beside your hips. Then lean forward with outstretched arms and try to grasp each other's hands. If you can, gently pull one partner toward the other while he or she bends forward with a straight back.
"As always, feel the tension in your partner's body and listen to their feedback so you can help them stretch their muscles without any discomfort. Your goal is to help your partner reach beyond their self-imposed limits, in a safe and supportive role. If you can't reach far enough forward to touch your partner's hands, then simply place your hands on your own legs and try to inch toward him or her with the goal of touching."
This was an easy one for Kayla and me, since we both had excellent flexibility. I was able to guide her all the way forward until her face touched her legs just below her knee, then she repeated the sequence for me. I loved the idea of her head moving closer to my box and it was tempting to separate my legs a little bit to give her a view of my pussy. We were so close together now that our arms bent awkwardly, so we moved our hands further up each other's arms to make it easier to hold each another in the flexed position.
After two or three minutes, Amber asked us to focus on our opposite partner, as she allowed the man to pull her forward, holding her hands. Kayla and I giggled at how we'd gotten ahead of Amber's instruction and simply repeated our steps. After another three or four minutes, Amber asked us to return to the staff position and place our hands in our laps.
"I hope you enjoyed that and found you were able to push yourself a little further than you normally could on your own. Now we're going to stretch another important muscle in our lower legs, which is the adductor muscle between our thighs. I want you to keep your legs extended, but now spread them as far apart as you can. Then move yourself forward until you're touching your partner's feet once again and lean forward to join hands. It should be easier for you to reach your partner this time, as your hips will be closer together. As before, gently pull one partner at a time toward the other while he or she leans forward with a straight back, trying to move your upper body as close to the floor as possible. Breathe deeply, and only go as far as you feel comfortable."
I wasn't sure if the 'feeling comfortable' part Amber referred to concerned the tension we were about to feel in our adductor muscles, or the unease some people might have getting so close to one another's private parts. But I was feeling no such compunction, I wanted to get as close to Kayla's private parts as I could, as soon as possible!
Sensing each other's rising excitement, Kayla and I immediately spread our legs and reached out our arms to one another. I was dying to look at her exposed pussy, but I knew that I'd have a better chance to do so soon. We both hesitated, unsure as to who should 'go down' first, and I gently pulled her toward me to break our little tug of war.
"Feel the pressure in the muscles between your legs," Amber called out. "Only go far enough to where it begins to bind, then pause and breathe slowly until you feel the muscles relax. Listen to your partner's body as you guide them lower and further."
Amber had little trouble bending all the way forward, until once again her upper body was resting flat on the floor between her outstretched legs.
"If you're able to go all the way down," Amber said, "spread your legs further apart and repeat the process, inching closer and closer to yo
ur partner. Pay no mind if you notice your partner is getting aroused, as this is a normal and healthy response in this situation. Focus on a spot on the floor in front of you if it makes you feel more comfortable, as you listen to your own body and feel yourself relax and elongate."
Kayla and I pressed our feet together and pushed our legs further apart. Our legs were now at a sixty-degree angle facing one another and there was no escaping the fact that our open pussies were facing one another. I pulled Kayla gently toward me once again, clasping her arms closer to her elbow as she leaned her head down, closer to my quivering love box. I wasn't sure if she was looking at me there as she bent over, but if she was, she must have noticed the widening puddle that was forming between my legs. My labia quivered, and I could feel my hood retract as my excited clitoris pushed out into the open. She couldn't have missed how turned on I was, the closer her head got to my pussy.
Amber's gentle voice continued to encourage us in the background.
"You can focus on taking your partner as far as he or she feels comfortable going in one continuous stretch, or alternate back and forth as each of you extend your position forward."
I glanced in Amber's direction and saw her bent closer toward her partner as he pulled her arms toward him. I could have sworn I saw the head of his erect penis sticking up between his legs as she moved her naked body in his direction. But her flexibility was so pronounced that with her legs spread almost fully apart, her head was closer to his chest than his groin as she bent forward. Perhaps this was by design, as I'm sure it must have been awkward for her to get so intimate with an apparent stranger in this group setting.
I was hoping that Kayla wanted to continue stretching in my direction, until either her head or her pussy touched mine. By now, my clit was throbbing in excitement, and I was gushing lubrication all over the mat. Any kind of direct contact would have pushed me over the edge in an instant, and I was desperately seeking release.
Maybe Kayla was feeling the same way or maybe she was feeling a bit shy, because just as her face got to within a few inches of my steaming pussy, she leaned back and smiled.
"Your turn," she purred.
She started to pull me toward her as we pushed our feet even wider apart. Our legs were now more than ninety degrees separated and our pussies were only a foot or so apart. As Amber had with her partner, we'd spread our legs so wide and were so close together, that when I leaned forward, my head touched her chest instead of her pussy. I was just about to kiss one of her erect nipples and suck her into my mouth when Amber interrupted us again.
"If your feet are wide enough apart that you can no longer lean all the way forward, try having your partner lean back in order to guide you further forward and down. The goal is to stretch and elongate your adductor muscles without actually touching any other part of your bodies. If you can widen your feet still further, your other goal is to bring your Mula Bandha locks as close together as possible without actually touching. We'll save that for your last level of tantric training."
No touching? I thought. Screw that! If somebody doesn't touch my Mula Bandha soon, I'm going to explode.
Kayla sensed my desperation and pulled my face toward her chest until my lips touched her skin. She wasn't going to have any part of this no-touching rule either. But instead of allowing me to linger and savor her sweet breasts and nipples, she began to lean back as Amber instructed, pulling me forward and my head lower down her abdomen. But because we'd spread our legs so far apart, we'd gotten too close to bring our heads any closer to our pussies than each other's belly buttons.
Kayla wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer toward her as our legs spread even wider apart. Our pussies were now less than six inches apart with our legs spread in a near one-hundred-and-eighty-degree angle facing one another, and I swore I could feel the heat emanating from her hole as we strained to touch one another. How I wanted to feel her tender clit touch mine and join our love juices together. There was something far more intimate and sexy about this kind of touching than the rough and tumble tribbing I'd experienced in the dark room with my last lesbian lover.
"Remember," Amber intoned from the center of the room, "you should only be touching each other with your hands and feet. Part of the fun is feeling the energy transferring between the two of you as you get closer and closer to reaching your limits. Push your hips forward but respect your partner's space. Get as close to one another as you can without touching and feel the energy passing between you."
I glanced over at Amber and saw that she and the man had reached the point where their chests and hips almost touched, but they had their eyes closed with barely an inch separating them. I felt sorry for her partner, imagining his blue balls and his cock twitching in anticipation with her pussy so close.
Screw that idea, I thought.
Kayla and I both wrapped our arms around one another's waist and we pulled each other firmly toward each other as our sweaty chests rubbed together. I could feel the warm puddle between us on the mat as our thighs connected further up toward our pussies, and we both shifted our hips trying to touch ourselves. When we finally did, the feeling was electrifying. We held each other close and kissed passionately, stifling our moans as we came in each other's mouths. Kayla swirled her tongue in my mouth as she ground her hips against mine, and our chests heaved against one another in simultaneous orgasms.
At that moment, I didn't care who was watching or how many rules we were breaking. Kayla and I had reached a true union of souls and found our own place of enlightenment.
5
Harmony
When the day of my scheduled third session of tantric yoga came around, my entire body was buzzing with excitement. The last session had exceeded my expectations, and I felt I'd formed an amazing bond with Kayla. The connection we'd made was tender, deep, and thrilling. I couldn't wait to touch her again and feel her soft skin against mine. Soraya had said the third level would be where we truly joined our minds, bodies, and spirits and where we'd be able to explore our partner's bodies more intimately. Even though Kayla and I had already broken the rule about no intimate touching at the last session, I felt there was much further we could go.
I arrived at the yoga studio fifteen minutes early so I'd have a chance to chat with Kayla before we began the routines. She hadn't arrived yet, so I walked to the back of the room and placed my mat in a spot near the window. I wanted to have a little more privacy this time, where we'd be more sheltered from the prying eyes of the rest of the group. As more and more people filtered into the room, I watched the clock on the wall move closer to our appointed start time. There was still no sign of Kayla, and I started to worry. We'd promised to meet again for this session, but I'd felt it was too early to ask for her number. Was she having second thoughts? Was she feeling too embarrassed to come back after our intimate exposure at the last session?
The room was beginning to fill and by now there were only a few spots remaining on the floor upon which to lay a mat. An attractive woman in her late-20s paused at an open patch next to me.
"Is this spot taken?" she asked, in a sexy voice.
"Um—no..." I hesitated, looking up at the clock.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at me warmly. She laid her mat about three feet away from me and placed her belongings next to it on the floor. She had long dark hair pulled back in a bun and was wearing loose-fitting sweats and a T-shirt. I could see the outline of her figure in her clothes, and her firm breasts thrust out prominently in her loose shirt. She had an exotic beauty, maybe East-European I thought, with sharp cheekbones and an angular jaw. There was something mysterious and sexy about her that I found uniquely attractive.
"I'm Neve," she said, reaching out her hand.
"Jade," I said, stealing a final glance at the clock as I shook her hand.
At 7:00 p.m., a new instructor entered the room and closed the door behind her. I felt a knot in my stomach knowing that Kayla wasn't coming, and I began to worry if some
thing had happened to her. I was already regretting not getting her number.
The instructor strode to the front of the room and smiled at some of the people she recognized. She had medium length blond hair tied back in a braided ponytail and a petite figure. She was much slimmer than Alexandra or Amber, maybe only five feet three inches tall and barely a hundred pounds. But I could see the sinewy muscles flexing in her tight yoga outfit as she moved. She was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way, with large brown eyes and fair skin. Could this be the mysterious Soraya that I'd talked to in the online chat session?
"Good evening, everybody," she said, addressing the group. "Welcome to our Level Three Tantric Yoga session—Harmony. My name's Soraya, and I'll be leading this evening's session. I hope you found your last session stimulating. Tonight, we're going to step it up with some new exercises and with a greater level of engagement with your partners. This final level is where we seek maximum enlightenment through the union of our minds, bodies, and spirits. Are we ready to get started?"
Everybody in the room nodded enthusiastically, except me. Even though the ‘union of bodies’ was what I had signed up for, part of me felt lost without Kayla at my side. It was hard to imagine how I'd be able to engage so intimately with anyone else right now.
"Okay then," Soraya said. "Let's begin by celebrating the freedom of our natural selves by removing our clothes."
By now, everyone had become comfortable with the notion of stretching in the buff, and it didn't long for the group to get naked. I scanned the room through the expanse of mirrors on the front wall and saw many familiar faces. Most of the people from my last class had returned, together with a few new faces who were stepping up from another Level Two class. Once again, the women outnumbered the men by a ratio of two to one, but I noticed that some of the men had paired up next to one another this time. I'd sensed that some of the men attending our previous sessions were gay, and I was intrigued to see how they'd engage one another in this advanced session.
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