He stood behind me, his hands gently correcting the position of my lower back and hips. My arms raised above my head, I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. Slowly, he traced his fingers around to the front of my waist, sliding his finger just under the edge of my leggings. The tiny touch felt electric, sending ripples of tiny goosebumps across my flesh. He held his fingers there, wordless, as if waiting for my consent. My heart thumped in my chest.
Oh God, I thought. This is real… What do I do?
***
Thirty-five minutes earlier, I was reaching into the back of my hatchback, sweat trickling down the curve of my back as the heat of the sun pounded the pavement around me. I dug around for a hair tie and pulled my long blonde hair into a high ponytail to cool down the back of my neck a little bit. I grabbed my yoga mat and water bottle, shut the hatchback and quickly made my way through the busy parking lot at Planet Fitness.
As a beginner in yoga, I had originally thought that one-on-one sessions would be the best way to not make a fool of myself in front of a class. But when I saw Garret, my almost painfully hot yoga instructor, I realized avoiding that feeling of embarrassment wouldn’t be as easy as I’d hoped.He made me nervous. He looked about in his twenties, definitely younger than me. His skin was a rich caramel, and he had a gorgeous head of dark wavy hair. He had a fighter’s body, well-muscled, yet lithe. He had a voice that made me tingle in places.
When I showed up for the first session, I fought hard to deny the burning sense of attraction I felt towards him, and did my best to focus on the yoga postures. During the next session, it became even harder to focus. It was delightfully distracting, the way he would lean back into a half-moon pose, exposing his huge bulge, practically willing me to stare at it.
As he calmly directed me with his deliciously deep masculine voice, my insides warmed. When he put his strong hands on my lower back and gently eased me into correcting my posture, it gave me a little zing of excitement. I was swept away, before I knew it.
During the first two encounters, I tried to keep my attraction to him mentally locked in a box, wrapped up tightly in chains. Numerous times, I considered asking to work with another instructor. I even thought about switching from one-on-one to a full class. It was becoming increasingly difficult to follow through on thoughts of leaving him, though. Garrett had that way about him. His presence made rational thinking feel next to impossible. So, here I was, ready for my third class, not even in the front door yet, and already my panties were soaking wet in anticipation.
“I’m here for Garrett”, I said as I walked up to the front desk. “I mean, I’m here for yoga…with Garrett.” My cheeks flushed red as the girl behind the desk nodded knowingly and smiled back at me.
“Oh, yes. He’s ready for you now”, she said, a little too knowingly.
I grinned and raised my eyebrows and walked towards the back. I did my best to try and distract myself as I made my way up the stairway and towards the room. I couldn’t fool my body, though. The heat of my excitement filled me, and poured like honey from my sex. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. When I rounded the corner, the room came into view. Sunlight streamed through the large windows at the top of the wall on the right, light that filled the space with warmth and cast shimmering motes all throughout the room. Garrett was nowhere to be seen. Just as I started to walk forward, I felt his voice reverberate throughout my torso. He was right behind me.
“Rachel. So good to see you”.
I spun around, my stomach fluttering and my sex on fire. My eyes met with the breadth of his chest, and I slowly walked my gaze up past his chiseled jaw, and his slightly protruding and arguably suckable lower lip.
Half breathlessly I managed, “Oh! Lord. You scared me”
I made my way towards the middle of the room and set my water bottle down. Then I smoothed out my yoga mat, and stood nervously adjusting my sports bra. When I looked up, there he was, right in front of me.
“I hope you’re ready for today. I’m going to make you sweat”.
I gulped and took a quick breath, trying to keep my mind out of the gutter.
“Let’s start in a seated position”.
I sat down, almost as if following a command, like a puppy hungry for a treat. Puppy. Doggy. Downward dog. Doggy style. I forced the not so random associations my mind was making away. Be serious, Rachel. For God’s sake.
I waited for my next instruction.
“Now, close your eyes. Let your body relax. Take in a long deep breath, and just feel all your muscles let go. Good. Feel yourself soften. Loosen. That’s right. Now, let your thoughts drift away, almost like they’re dissolving, leaving your mind and body in a state of peace. Good girl.”
Good girl? OMG! That should have made me mad. It bordered on improper. I didn’t care. The words connected to something deep down in my body. I could feel layers of resistance I didn’t even know were there releasing with the words. If there was any question about wanting Garrett before, it was long gone now. I let out a big sigh.
“Wonderful. Now I want you to feel into your body. Feel the emotions, sensations, and any sort of subtle energetic currents circulating through you. Notice the overall felt tone in your body-mind.”
HORNINESS! I felt like yelling it, but kept my lips buttoned up.
“Now, let’s go deeper below that energetic tone. See if you can peel back the layers and find an even more core tone. Feel into that, and become familiar with it.”
As I followed his directions, I noticed something. Below the horniness there was a deep desire. Something that I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly. It was the instinctual need to be filled by everything that he was. To feel his words filling my head. To feel his mind leading me. To feel his scent filling my nose. To feel his cock deep in my pussy. I wanted everything that he was so deep inside of me that he touched my deepest depths. It was a yearning in every cell of my being.
“Now open your eyes.”
As my eyes opened, I was certain the depth of my desire was fully present on my face. When my eyes met his, it was apparent that something meaningful had passed between us. At least, that’s what it felt like. It felt like his deep brown eyes were looking into me, seeing every part of me. He looked so sexy, like he was looking into my soul. My mouth dropped open. I muttered the words under my breath.
“Fuck.”
He smiled, and stood up.
“Alright. Let’s start with some sun salutations. Onto your feet.”
I did exactly as I was told. I felt a pressing desire to show him I could be a good girl.
“Straighten your back, Rachel.”
Suddenly the heat fled from my body. My bad posture was an insecurity I’d had for nearly my whole life. It used to be my way of protecting myself as a young girl. Hide my heart. Shrink my chest. Don’t stand out. Growing up as an awkward girl who never quite felt deserving of love, it was my way of coping. I knew all of this, because I’d gone to countless hours of therapy to understand and heal it. I’d done everything I could to open up. However, it felt like my bad posture still crept back in to remind me of my past every so often. It was a reminder that there was still a lingering fear that I wasn’t worthy of love somewhere deep down.
My body tightened at the thought, and Garrett noticed it. Fuck, if he wasn’t conscious of every micro movement around him. Most men wouldn’t even see this sort of stuff, but the way that he was attuned to everything going on with me made me feel safe with him.
“It’s all good, love. You’re safe. It’s all fine. Let go of that tension.”
The rich texture of his voice was like medicine to me. I looked up into his eyes. He saw my vulnerability. He saw me. He gently put his hand on my upper back, rubbing it in small circles. Each circle softened the tension more and more, until finally my shoulders dropped naturally and my chest opened.
“Ahhhhhh,” I breathed.
“There we are. Now, stand tall. Bring your hands together at your chest. Feel your feet solid on the ground, and breathe in deep.”
Garrett stepped back.
“Lift your arms over your head. Hips forward”.
I lifted my arms up. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl again so badly.
“Now lean forward, exhaling as you go”.
I bent over from my hips, just like he had taught me in the last session.
“There you go. Good girl”.
I burst out in joyful giggles, then quickly tried to hold them in.
“See, we can dissolve tension with as much as a word. Just like magic. Gone”. He waved his hand in front of my face.
“Fully”, I affirmed, with a cheeky grin.
“Good, now flow into a forward fold, and then into downward dog.”
My brain says — Downward doggy, and I snort a little bit. I’m glad he can’t hear my thoughts.
Get serious, Rachel!
I let out a long breath and let myself fold all the way over, letting my fingertips drag over my toes for a moment, feeling the pull at the back of my legs. Then I walked my hands out, driving my hips up toward the ceiling, and reaching my chest back toward my knees.
I spent a moment breathing into the pose, thinking about how yummy the stretch felt. Then I found myself wishing I was doing it naked.
“My body really loves how this pose feels,” I breathed.
He moved around behind me and put his hands on my low back, pulling my hips even higher towards him and deepening the stretch. All I could think about was where his body was, relative to mine.
“Yes, this is a deeply intimate pose… And there are ways that it can become even more intimate,” he said, with a hint of something mischievous in his tone.
My breath caught in my throat a bit. Was he implying what I thought he was implying? What else did “intimate” mean?
“Walk your hands back, keeping your legs straight and move back into a forward fold. I’ll help you keep your legs straight.”
I kept my hips high and walked my hands back toward my feet. He put his hands on my low back and gently pulled my hips toward him again, keeping his body close behind me.
“Good. Good girl,” he said.
In my forward fold, super aware of the position of my ass, I swear I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hips positioned right behind mine.
“Now, we are going to roll out your back, one vertebrae at a time as you come to standing, bringing your arms up above your head to finish.”
As I began slowly rolling my back, he stayed close behind me and kept his hands on my hips, holding my posture in place. It felt like little zaps of electricity were jumping back and forth between our lower halves.
I brought my upper body closer to his, one little click of my vertebrae at a time. I wanted so badly to lean into him, to feel his arms wrap around me. I wanted his breath on my neck to be soft kisses that traced along my jawline. I wanted to feel his strong hands searching across my belly, and slowly tracing circles around my breasts. I wanted the anticipation and deep hunger in my belly as he would take his time finding his way towards my nipples. I breathed heavily, and felt pulses of desire pass through my entire body, carried away by a flood of fiery passion. Suddenly, I was brought back to reality by the movement of Garrett’s hands moving across my back. It felt like a bubble popping. I was back in the room.
When I finally made it to standing up straight, slowly raising my arms above my head, I felt his breath gently in my ear, and the room was spinning. For a moment, we both stood there breathing raggedly, frozen in the tension that had built between us.
Slowly, he traced his fingers around to the front of my waist, sliding his finger just under the edge of my leggings. The tiny touch felt electric, sending ripples of little goosebumps across my flesh. He held his fingers there, wordless, as if waiting for my consent. My heart thumped in my chest.
Oh God, I thought. This is real… What do I do?
— Continued in Part 2
