Lessons with my Yoga instructor by Iris Deorre Page A

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