All I could think about was when my next class with Sarah would be and what she would do to me and what we would do together. I checked the online Yoga Instructor schedule several times a day to see if there were any changes. Sarah normally guided two morning classes each week but next week she was only on Friday's schedule. Several times on the weekend I found time alone and masturbated fantasizing about Sarah's magical blowjobs and the probability of fucking her one day soon, maybe on Friday. When I made love to my wife the same fantasies filled my mind.
Monday was Debbie's class. I liked Debbie. Her classes were pretty standard, nothing fancy which allowed me to work on all the pointers Sarah had been giving me. I did get erect during Savasana thinking about Sarah playing with my genitals during class. I masturbated in the shower after class. Cumming after yoga was quickly becoming a habit.
Monday night at dinner Margaret asked if we could go to yoga on Tuesday morning and skip Wednesday because she had an early meeting Wednesday she couldn't be late for. 'Thomas,' was my first thought. A guy who was too rah rah for me would be the instructor on Tuesday. I didn't even have to look, the week's schedule was ingrained in my mind. I could look at my wife and recite it as if it was tattooed on her forehead. My mind sighed at the thought but the words that came out of my mouth were "I'm game if you are. In fact I may go Wednesday too. Do you think you can manage two days in a row?" I asked with a bit of a challenge in my voice.
"We'll see who's still standing at the end of class and who falls asleep first Tuesday night big boy."
The first hurdle was getting up extra early two days in a row so we made yoga class on time. Of course, knowing Thomas was the instructor didn't inject enthusiasm into my morning routine. Margaret and I stumbled around bumping into each other getting our things together for yoga and work. Somehow we made it out the door and to the studio on time. I don't know if my wife looked extra sexy or I was looking for a reason not to have to deal with cheerleader Thomas but I did grab my wife once and unsuccessfully tried to coax her back into bed for some morning sex.
We walked into the studio chatting about some news item we both heard driving to the studio.
"I guess you two just can't get enough of me," a familiar voice called out from behind the desk.
"Debbie," Margaret cried out. "I thought Thomas was guiding today's class."
"He called me last night fighting a cold. I'm supposed to be on tomorrow too but now I'm trying to get a replacement so I'm not here three mornings in a row."
"That would be tough," I acknowledged. "At least as a student we can do a savasana or child's pose for a break, but you don't get to stop."
"Tell me about it."
"Damn. Three days in a row. Hope you can find someone to take your place," Margaret called back as we walked past the desk.
"Okay you two. I'll be pushing your abs Margaret and tweaking your alignment Steve. Hope you're ready."
Margaret turned to me and in a low voice said, "Well I'm glad he got Debbie and not Sarah. I'm still a little uneasy about that incident last week looking for my cell phone."
Luckily we were just outside the men's room. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yeah, See you in the studio."
I turned and ducked into the change room. While I was changing I recognized that I was still feeling a little randy. I pulled my shorts on and realized I had put shorts with longer legs in my bag the night before. What the heck. I unhooked my cock and balls from the liner. I struck a few poses, tree and the warrior series, in front of the mirror to make sure everything remained hidden. Yeah. All was good. I grabbed my mat and water bottle and headed for the studio.
Wow. I thought Monday Wednesday and Friday were sparse classes. There was Margaret, myself and two other women in the class. For a moment I wondered if it was the day or Thomas that kept people away. For some Thomas may have exuded a little too much energy for these early morning classes. No matter. I unrolled my mat leaving a little more room than I normally did between Margaret and I and laid down in Savasana. I started to drift off.
"Good morning everyone."
Debbie's voice pulled me out of my pre-sleep trance.
"We have a nice small class of experienced students today, so I will get to do what I love to do, a little more hands on work with each of you. I have a good idea what each of you is focusing on so I will come around and work on those things with you. I will try to challenge each of you as well. Here's your first challenge. Margaret and Steve, you're always at the back of the class, I would like you to move to the front, and Amy and Carol, just the opposite, move your mats to the back of the room. I think you will all be surprised how this little change challenges your perception of things."
Damn. Hands on. Should I find an opportune moment to get myself tucked back into my liner. Nah. I'm sure Debbie won't be groping me.
We all stood and re-arranged our mats. Sure enough, Debbie was right. We were all wobbling and weaving through the first few poses. Being this close to the mirror was so different. It brought my usual focus point so much closer to me.
Debbie moved about the class laying her hands on the women as she called out the postures. She looked my way several times but had not yet put her hands on me. I did notice she wasn't shy about touching the women. She placed her hands on various parts of their bodies like high on their inner thigh, firmly on their butts and on the top of their chest just below their shoulders in an effort to pull them back.
Debbie spent a lot of time with each individual. She wasn't quickly moving from student to student trying to adjust multiple students in each pose. With Margaret she spent the entire tree series with her. I wasn't watching that closely because I had to focus on my own practice but the few times I glanced, Debbie was running her hands over various parts of Margaret's body and her own when demonstrating what she wanted Margaret to achieve.
We were just about to begin the Warrior series when Debbie came over to me.
"Okay class. Here's your next challenge. Warrior is one of my favorite series but I find people tend to see themselves doing Warrior and not feel themselves doing Warrior. Instead of facing the mirrors, we're going to face the back wall today. I want you to feel the pose and not look at how fabulous this series is by watching yourself in the mirror.
"I love the Warrior series the best don't you Steve?"
I loved it for two reasons, it was very challenging and it reminded of Sarah groping and fondling me. "One of my favorites too," I replied.
In her whispered voice Debbie started leading me through Warrior 1, 2 and 3.
"Warrior 1" Debbie called out.
She turned to me and started talking softly.
"Now Steve. You're pretty good at these postures but today I'm going to make some micro adjustments so you truly get the most from them."
I got into the posture aligning my front foot with the arch of my back foot. I could see the other three students no one could see me.
"I'm going to be putting my hands in various places on you Steve. I know Sarah has been giving you some lessons in class and some after class adjustments."
My arms raised over my head, My eyes widened at that comment. What did Debbie know about my after class adjustments with Sarah?
