Melanie discovers a host of sensual pleasures when a one-on-one yoga session becomes an exercise in ecstasy.

I had never tried yoga before, and it showed. The class began with some easy poses, then got progressively harder. Downward-Facing Dog wasn’t too difficult, but maneuvers like the Side-Reclining Leg Lift and the Boat Pose proved humbling. I consider myself pretty fit; at least I look fit in a bikini — and believe me, I’m my harshest critic. Still, I’m not as limber as I’d like to be, as my attempt at yoga was proving all too well.

When, toward the end of the class, the yogini bent her sylph-like body into a difficult pose called the Scorpion, I could only stare in astonishment. She showed us that one, and several other advanced poses, with a finesse that was both graceful and erotic.

Her name was Eva, and she was strikingly pretty, with long dark hair, ivory skin and lovely hazel eyes. Younger than me by at least a few years — I’m 30 — Eva nonetheless demonstrated a mastery of yoga that you’d expect to find in someone older, more experienced. She was quite inspiring. Though toned and slender, she was not without curves. I envied the way her perky boobs filled her cropped top, and her clingy black shorts encased the cutest butt in the room. I found it hard to take my eyes off her.

There were a lot of us in that mirrored space, but Eva noticed my difficulties and came over several times to offer a guiding hand. At first I didn’t know whether to feel embarrassed or grateful, but her kind smile and friendly manner quickly won me over.

“You’re new at this,” she whispered into my ear while helping me maneuver into a pose called Lord of the Dance.

I whispered back, “Is it that obvious?”

Eva smiled, and her eyes twinkled with mischievous secrets. “You have lovely Shakti,” she murmured. “We just have to tap into it.” Before I could ask what that meant, she drifted off to help someone else.

After class I waited for a chance to talk to her privately. She couldn’t drop that Shakti business on me without explaining!

“Shakti means female energy,” she told me. “Yours is abundant — and powerful.” We were standing by the mirrored wall, our reflections joining us as if for a four-way tête-à-tête. Eva asked my name, and when I told her, she said, “Well, Melanie, with your dosha, I expect you’ll advance quickly.”

She was toying with me. Or was it flirting? Ever the optimist, I decided on the latter.

“Okay,” I said, “what’s dosha?”

“Physical body type.” Her gaze flicked over me. “You have a very nice figure.”

I felt myself blush. I may not have had Eva’s yoga body, but like I said, I can hold my own on the beach. I know I look good.

“Her clingy black shorts encased the cutest butt in the room.”

“Why did you decide to drop in on my class today?” Eva asked.

I brushed a lock of my blonde hair out of my eyes and said, “I want to be more flexible. Stronger, more limber. Like you.”

Eva waited for more. Something about her made me feel that I should reveal everything. “My last lover was an acrobat in bed,” I confessed. “And out of bed, too. Jill loved the wildest sexual positions. We had great sex. I envied the way she could bend her body.”

Eva cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.

“And before Jill, I dated a guy who was tremendously strong. Yes, a guy, it’s rare, but it happens,” I stammered, seeing her quizzical look. “Anyway, he was into yoga, and he could hold me in lots of different ways when we — ”

“Fucked,” Eva said. She was grinning widely now.

“Um… yeah.” I took a deep breath “So, when it came to sex, they were both inspiring and really fun to be with. Wow, I can’t believe I just told you all that.” I sat down on the floor to put my shoes on, avoiding her gaze.

“Thank you for your confidence,” Eva said.

I glanced up. “Do I need private lessons?”

As Eva considered her response, something in her eyes sent tingles of excitement through me. I was so turned on.

“I’d love to help you,” Eva said at last. “Not as your yogi, but as a friend.” “Okay — awesome,” I stammered. “When?”

Her grin turned openly flirtatious. “How about meeting me here on Sunday?”

“I thought this place is closed on Sundays.”

“It is. I have a key to the building. We’ll have a private one-on-one session.”

Realizing the possibilities in that remark, I took the hand she offered and got to my feet. “Fantastic.” I was about to add “see you then” when I decided instead to use a yoga term. “Namaste.”

She did a prim little bow with her palms pressed together — then shocked me by saying, “Whatever.” Seeing the look on my face, Eva burst out laughing. “Look, I love yoga, and I certainly can help you limber up. But I don’t live this stuff 24/7. C’mon, let’s go get a cheeseburger.”

Now it was my turn to laugh.

We left together, and over burgers and fries at the local greasy spoon, our nascent attraction grew by leaps and bounds. Our good-night kiss, when it came, made me wet with desire.

Sunday evening found us together again at her yoga studio. The mirrored room seemed larger with only the two of us in it. Eva’s capris pants showed less skin than her boy shorts had the other night, but they clung to her hips and ass so tightly that the effect was just as sexy. She had placed two mats side-by-side on the floor. Indian music issued from the boom box in the corner. With patience and skill, Eva led me through a sequence of poses that made me feel relaxed yet vibrantly alive. Her hands were on me almost constantly, helping, guiding, offering balance. I loved every second.

“How are you feeling so far?” she asked.

“Loose,” I said. “Malleable. Like putty.”

“Good.” She got back onto her own mat. “Ready to try something different?”

My pulse raced. “Like what?”

“Vivastra Kama.” Eva took hold of her stretchy little top and pulled it off in one quick motion. “Nude yoga.”

Her breasts, now naked, drew my stare. Capped with small, rose-hued nipples, Eva’s boobs were as lovely as I’d imagined.

“Naked yoga has been practiced since ancient times.” She proceeded to remove her pants, which turned out to be the only other article of clothing she had on. “It’s legit,” she went on, flashing me a randy smile. “Just like the attraction I’m feeling for you.”

Fuck! Could the room get any hotter? Quickly, I followed Eva’s example. With our clothes piled beside our mats, we stood facing one another, completely nude. And then, with a new exhilaration, we resumed our yoga lesson — though I doubted the pretense would hold up much longer. Eva’s hands continued their manipulations of my limbs, exactly as before, helping me execute harder poses. All the while, I could see that she was eyeing my bare body, from my chest to my neatly groomed pussy. I, in turn, gazed at her nude form with open admiration. The harder the poses got, the more explicit they were. Soon nothing was left to the imagination for either of us, especially with that mirrored wall providing additional angles from which to view our actions.

“Eva’s private bits were right there in front of me, on full display.”

“Can you do that one you did yesterday?” I asked Eva. “The Scorpion?”

She grinned and promptly struck the pose, balancing on her forearms with her legs arched over her head like a scorpion’s tail. From the sinewy curve of her torso to the clenched globes of her butt, Eva was at that moment the most graceful thing I’d ever seen — and certainly the most erotic.

“Beautiful,” I said. “Amazing.”

Eva giggled. “What do you think of this one?” She planted her feet wide apart, grabbed her ankles and bent over at the waist until the top of her head touched the floor. Looking up at me through her legs, she said, “It’s called the Wide-Legged Forward Bend.” Eva’s private bits were right there in front of me, on full display. The whole region was smooth, not a hair in sight. The wetness of Eva’s arousal gleamed between her puffy pussy lips. “Impressive,” I said. “And totally hot.” I couldn’t resist dropping my hand to my pussy and touching myself.

Eva saw what I was doing, and she watched me with rapt attention for a moment. Then she eased out of her position, got down on the floor and showed me her most strenuous pose yet — the “pose dedicated to the sage Koundinya II,” she called it. Basically, she balanced herself on bent arms and, holding the length of her body parallel to the floor, she thrust her legs out like helicopter blades. The muscles in her arms and thighs tightened with the effort, and once again her nether region was on full view. A light sheen of sweat made her whole body glisten.

“Show-off,” I said, as I worked my finger more ardently in the folds of my sex.

Eva got on her knees and went into Extended Puppy Pose: face and shoulders down on the floor, arms out in front, ass up behind. “Cat stretch” would have been a better name. Over her shoulder, Eva cast me a smoldering come-hither look.

Unable to hold back any longer, I got on my knees behind my new friend and stroked the supple curves of her backside. Eva’s dewy-wet cunt beckoned, and I answered the call, dipping my tongue into her dripping cleft. At times like this I’m reminded that, while I enjoy the feel of a nice, heavy cock in my mouth, I always experience a unique thrill when I go down on a girl. Eva’s scent filled my nostrils, inciting my lust. She made a soft yelping sound when my tongue entered her, and she rocked backward, urging me to probe deeper into her. The tip of my nose rubbed against her perineum, which triggered new moans of pleasure. “Oh, Mel,” she intoned, “that feels so good.” Inspired, I pressed my thumb to her tight anal orifice. Eva’s entire body quaked, and she began to pitch to and fro in her Puppy Pose, repeatedly pushing her pussy against my mouth and her smaller opening against my thumb to extract all the pleasure I could give her. When I twirled my tongue against her swollen clit, she shuddered from head to toe.

“Fuck! You’re gonna make me come, I’m gonna come any second… ” Eva’s tremulous voice trailed off as her passion mounted. She grabbed fistfuls of her yoga mat and tossed her dark tresses about. I gave her cheeks one last squeeze, then took hold of her hips and really went to town on her clit. The tip of my tongue whipped across her sensitive button with lightning-fast flicks, just the way I like it when I’m on the receiving end. The technique worked wonders for Eva, too. Her pussy gushed, and with a scream of joy that was so high-pitched it was almost silent, she came hard against my mouth.

“Oh, you sweet girl,” said Eva with a flushed grin when she finally turned to face me. “You are good.” She pressed her lips to mine, reacting with that endearing giggle of hers when she tasted herself on me. “Now let me show you how to do the Reclining Bound Angle Pose and I’ll return the favor.”

She had me lay flat on my back, bend my knees outward, and touch the soles of my feet together so that my legs made a diamond shape. “Very good,” she said, surveying my naked body with concupiscent approval. “You’re more flexible than you realize. Your knees are almost touching the floor.” She bent over me and lightly stroked my breasts as we made out for a minute. Then she moved south, trailing kisses down my torso. She reached my navel and kept going. The position she’d chosen for me opened my thighs wide, giving her an all-access pass to my pussy. I closed my eyes and squirmed in anticipation. Eva’s silky hair swept across my lower belly; I felt the smoothness of her face between my thighs. A jolt of delight shook me and made me lift my ass off the floor when I felt the first touch of Eva’s lips on my sex. It was just a kiss, a quick impression of her lips on my labia, but it sent my desire soaring.

“You’re so sexy down here,” Eva said, her breath warm against my pleasure zone. “I love this little landing strip.” Her fingers danced in the trimmed curls of my bush. Then she got busy, eating me out with such obvious pleasure that she took my breath away. Her lips closed around my clit and applied gentle, insistent pressure, while at the same time she slipped a finger inside me. 

“Oh,” I muttered, “oh, fuck. Yes, that’s — please, please keep… ” Now I was the one unable to complete a sentence. The sparks of pleasure that Eva was igniting in my core were too powerful, too all-consuming to do anything but float along on a cloud of bliss. Her presence inside me grew fuller, more complete as she pumped two fingers in and out of my cunt. She lapped at my clit relentlessly until her rising passion compelled her to lie atop me, 69-style. In this new position she licked and sucked my clit happily, almost without missing a beat. She replanted her fingers inside me and brought me right to the edge in mere seconds. I, in turn, faced Eva’s bald sex directly above my face. I reached up to squeeze the cheeks of her ass while I began licking her clit without mercy. She writhed on top of me, and her cries rose in pitch, joining my own moans of ecstasy until the room was loud with the sounds of our zealous lovemaking. A moment later, I howled like a banshee and came wildly against Eva’s double-teaming fingers and tongue. She climaxed an instant later, her lithe body tensing atop me while her mouth stayed put on my sex. Together, we drew out the moment as long as it would last for us.

Afterward, Eva invited me to spend the night at her place. “You’re going to be sore after all the work we did tonight,” she said. “Better let me give you a massage.” That sounded great to me, and I accepted at once, but when we got back to her condo, I fell asleep within minutes of getting into her big, comfortable bed. When I awoke, golden sunlight streamed through the window. Eva was awake already, lying on top of the covers in all her naked glory. She was watching me, and when our eyes met she smiled.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine.” I started to sit up, letting the covers slide off my bare tits, and groaned. “Maybe not so fine. You were right. I’m pretty sore.”

Eva chuckled. “That’s a good thing, believe it or not. Your muscles are learning new habits. Want that massage now?”

I grinned and hugged her. Our boobs pressed together, soft and warm. “Where?” I asked.

“Right here. Just let me get some oil and a spare sheet.”

Minutes later I lay nude atop the sheet, which completely covered the bed. Eva opened a jar of coconut oil and started on my chest and shoulders. The stuff was solid in its container but turned to liquid when she applied it to my skin. The effect was delightful as she spread the oil on me with long, sensual strokes. She used a copious amount, too, returning again and again to the jar to get more.

Her hands glided smoothly over my breasts and down my belly, generously coating every inch of my skin with oil. She lingered at my vulva and slid her hand back and forth against my pussy lips several times, making me tremble, before she moved on to my legs. When she’d finished working on my feet, she had me turn over, and the massage continued. Eva’s fingers felt so good on my back and even better as they reached the swell of my ass, gently digging into my sore muscles and smearing oil everywhere — even into my crack. I was quite turned on by this time, of course, and I couldn’t help undulating beneath Eva’s touch. My bottom rose to meet her caress, prompting her to loiter there. The way she rubbed her slickened thumb in circles around my back hole made me squirm with need. Eventually, she moved on again, slathering the backs of my thighs and calves until I was thoroughly greased all over.

Then Eva climbed atop me for a seductive, slippery embrace, her front to my back. She slithered against my skin, massaging me with her entire body. I felt her erect nipples brush my shoulder blades and her slick cunt rub against my ass. The experience was incredibly erotic, and I moaned with an arousal that was almost unbearable. The front of Eva’s body was soon as well-oiled as I was. As we slid together, my ass continued to bump repeatedly against her clit, making her wriggle and moan. She ground her sex against the lubricious globes of my derriere for a moment longer, relishing the sensation, before bringing her hand to bear on my pussy. Her inquisitive fingers probed not only my vagina but my anus, too. I shuddered with pleasure and reached back to touch Eva’s hand as she worked it within my crease. Spurred on by my passion, as well as her own, Eva slid downward and pressed her face into my groove. I felt her tongue down there, lapping vigorously at my clit, while she pushed a finger into my anal opening. A primal yowl escaped my lips, and I grabbed hold of the sheet beneath me, bracing for the mighty orgasm coming around the bend. Eva’s attack was skilled and relentless. She had my hips rising and falling in quick jerks against her eager mouth and her probing finger until I lost myself in a mammoth climax. “Fuck, yeah — fuck yeah, I’m coming!” I shouted, overcome with sensation.

When my head cleared and my body quieted, Eva rolled onto her back. She stretched her arms above her head and folded her legs back so that her feet were on either side of her ass.

“That’s the Reclining Hero Pose,” I ventured.

“Right,” she said, clearly enjoying the position. She wanted a lot more than a good stretch, however. “C’mere.”

I answered her summons with a new surge of excitement. Eyeing Eva’s shiny yoga-toned body, I got on top of her and rubbed my slick skin against hers. I couldn’t get enough of that slippery sensation! Sparks of pleasure emanated from everywhere our bodies made contact. As I slid downward, my breast rubbed across Eva’s pussy, eliciting a purr of satisfaction from my lover. I tried toggling her clit with my nipple, and that made her gasp with delight. She arched her back and grabbed her breasts as I continued to massage her swollen clit. She got more and more worked up, to the point where I knew a few quick flicks of my tongue on her sensitive spot would finish her off. So I did just that, sealing my mouth to her sex and dancing my tongue across her clit. In mere seconds, Eva tensed up and cried out her release. I crawled upward over her body and held her close as the climax coursed through her frame.

I thought that might be the end of our sexual workout, but Eva was not sated. Neither was I, actually. Eva and I were well matched in that regard. Still on top of her, I swung around to straddle her in the opposite direction, facing her feet.

“Hey, good job, you’re in sort of a modified Garland Pose,” said my companion, ever the yoga maestro. My sex was right in front of her face, of course, so Eva did what came naturally to her: She snaked out her tongue to probe my cunt while slipping a still-greased finger into my bottom.

“Oh, yeah,” I murmured, enjoying the way she penetrated me. “Do it, do it.”

“How about a toy?” She reached out, opened her nightstand drawer, and retrieved something. I looked back in time to see her wielding a ribbed dildo.

“Looks like fun,” I said, tingling all over.

Eva slid the toy inside me, and I was suffused with a delicious feeling of fullness down there. I gasped and rocked backward, taking the toy deeper. Eva slapped my ass and began pumping the dildo smartly between my pussy lips. Her finger, meanwhile, was still in my ass. “That feels fucking awesome,” I cried, pitching forward and back like a crazy woman. “Do you have something I can use on you?”

Again the drawer opened and closed, and Eva handed me a seamless metal butt plug. Perfectly smooth, the toy had a pleasant weight in my hand. I made it shiny with coconut oil, then carefully positioned the plug at her puckered orifice.

“Go ahead,” Eva called, breathing hard with lusty anticipation. “Put it in my ass.”

She straightened her legs out and opened her thighs wide. I pushed the toy in with gentle but firm pressure. Her sphincter accepted it readily, then sealed up again, leaving only the flared base visible.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh… ” Eva’s staccato grunts were laced with pure, unadulterated satisfaction. When I tugged on the toy’s base, just enough to tweak my companion’s sensitive backdoor, she responded with a long, low moan. Meanwhile, her clit was ripe for action, too. I took the swollen nub between my lips and sucked with alternating light and firm pressure. The combined oral and anal stimulation nearly overwhelmed Eva. She writhed beneath me, yet somehow managed to keep the dick in my vagina and her finger in my fanny. I, too, was feeling waves of pre-orgasmic sensation by this time. I wasn’t sure who would come first, but Eva won that race. Her supple thighs clenched around my ears and her pussy doused my mouth as her shrieks filled the room. I kept lapping at her clit and jostling the toy in her ass, which made her orgasm go on much longer. Her most powerful shudder came when I eased the plug out of her rear hole. As the storm subsided, she discarded the dildo she’d been using on me and pressed her mouth to my vulva. She licked and sucked my clit with a voracious hunger while her finger wriggled in my anus, and suddenly I was coming, too.

“Oh my — ” Whatever else I uttered was unintelligible. Eva drank her fill of my juices and then, at the last second, withdrew her digit from my bottom.

“What an incredible start to the day,” I said, when I regained the power of speech.

“A day for relaxing,” said Eva with a laugh. “Tomorrow — “

“Tomorrow,” I interjected, “more Vivastra Kama!”

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