Tuesday night Margaret and I decided we would go to yoga on Wednesday morning as well. Margaret hesitated a little knowing she would have to run out of class and head for a meeting after a quick shower. I hesitated knowing we had just gone two days in a row and most likely Debbie or Sarah wouldn't be there so I wasn't going to have after class back washes with anyone. Margaret didn't want to break our routine. She knew once that happened, yoga would be over for us.
We pulled ourselves out of bed and headed for the studio. In the car I wondered who would be waiting for us at the front desk. But what I really wondered if was I would get fucked or sucked again after class. From what I knew leaving the studio on Tuesday, Debbie wouldn't be there, but, if the sex gods were with me, maybe Sarah would be.
We parked and strolled into the studio. I was dragging a little not really wanting to be there. We opened the door.
"I haven't seen you two for a while." a familiar voice greeted us. It was Sarah. I felt my steps lighten and suddenly didn't feel as tired as I had when I had reached to open the studio door.
"Hi Sarah." Margaret said in a low voice that communicated 'I'm not really happy to see you.'
I supressed the 'HEY SARAH' I wanted to announce and changed it to "Well we've been here. You're the one who has been MIA."
"I know. I was a bit ill the last few days. Hopefully you missed me and Debbie didn't steal my favorite instructor spot from you."
Margaret didn't stop to chit chat, she just marched past the desk headed for the ladies change room.
Sarah rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'I guess I screwed up that friendship. What do I do now?'
As I walked past Sarah, I shrugged back and said, "Tell her your story. It may mend the damage."
I changed with a smile on my face anticipating the sex Sarah and I would be sharing after the class. I untucked my cock and testicles from the liner, not caring that they may hang outside my shorts in some postures. One check of my hair in the mirror and I headed for the practice room.
When I exited the changeroom, I saw Margaret standing at the front desk talking with Sarah. I assumed Sarah was weaving her tale. I went in and found a spot on the floor. Laying in savasana I tried not to think of sex with Sarah, which like trying not to think of a pink elephant when someone said 'Don't think of a pink elephant'. I could feel myself becoming aroused. I fell back on a tried and true distraction. I started playing a round of golf at a familiar golf course in my mind. I was startled out of playing the third hole by a kiss on my cheek.
"All is well with me and Sarah dear. I will explain later."
It was Margaret. I heard her roll out her mat beside me. "Okay" I whispered to her. My mind was clear and settled. I didn't have to resume my round of golf. Sarah began the class moments later.
It was an intense class with the usual group of women and me. Sarah came by a couple of times during our standing postures but made no effort to flirt or touch me other than to make some small adjustments.
Once she said "Nice Warriors Steve. I can see Debbie has given you a pointer or two."
I was trying to feel the postures as Sarah and Debbie had suggested. I smiled a couple of times finding myself not feeling something I should, checking the mirror to find I had fallen into one of my old habits; even though they were only a few weeks old.
I did notice my cock and balls feeling a bit drafty in a couple of poses but couldn't tell if I was exposed to anyone in the room and decided not to care.
In savasana before our floor exercises, Sarah came by, massaging my chest and pressing my hips into the ground. I felt my cock filling with blood. Before it became noticeable Sarah had moved on and started our floor exercises. I started to wonder if we would have sex after class, if Sarah was avoiding me, or if she was just playing it cool because of the incident with Margaret.
We got to child's pose. I was relaxing into the pose focused on my alignment and keeping my core engaged when I heard Sarah's voice. She was talking to Margaret. "Nice job you two. You have come so far so quickly."
I peeked under my arm and saw Sarah pressing down on Margaret's hips then running her hands up and down Margaret's back. Sarah shuffled over to me. I moved my head back into alignment.
Sarah's hands felt so good. She pressed down on my hips, rubbed my back, then cupped my testicles, which were obviously exposed, squeezing and caressing them.
"I've missed you two guys," she said. I was unsure if she was talking to Margaret and I or to my testicles, which was perfect given Margaret could no doubt hear her. Sarah stopped by the last time when we doing cobbler. She no doubt suspected my cock and balls would be hanging outside my shorts and either wanted to see them or to just play with my mind by staring at my crotch.
We did our final breathing exercises then Sarah spoke to the class.
"I have missed everyone. Hopefully you missed me too. You were all excellent today. Just excellent. I have to run right after class but there will be someone to let you out. See all of you soon. Namaste."
The class responded "Namaste", then spun around into final savasana. I was stunned and disappointed. I got into position slowly. When Sarah opened the door to leave the room Margaret and the other ladies started collecting their things.
"See you at home tonight dear. Have a good day. Gotta run." Margaret said to me kissing me on the cheek again.
"You too dear. Enjoy your day." I replied.
I inhaled deeply settling into my position on the floor and into a trance.
Sometime I awoke from my trance. I looked around the room unsure how long I had been laying there. I got up collecting my mat, towels and water bottle. I looked at the front desk and didn't see anyone. I opened the door of the change room and heard water running in the showers. There were some clothes piled up on the corner of one of the benches. I didn't take on inventory of what was in the pile. I assumed Sarah had one of the guys covering for her and he was taking a shower. I stripped, wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the showers.
"What took you so long?" Debbie announced walking out of the shower ripping my towel from my waist and planting a kiss on my lips.
Before I could answer she had an arm around my neck and a hand on my cock.
"I uh."
"Don't talk man. Kiss me. Touch me." She covered my mouth with hers again taking my hands placing one on her ass and one on her tit before grabbing my cock again.
We devoured each other's spit allowing our tongues to wrestle in the space our mouths now shared. We turned in a small circle while we made out. I didn't realize Debbie was leading me in some sort of a dance until she backed me into a shower stall and the water started cascading over my body. Debbie dispensed soap washing me wherever she could reach.
