It was Friday and just like every Friday, Rachel delivered a morning community class covering yoga and stretching. The program was publicly funded and enabled local seniors, housewives and young moms to participate in some healthy exercise during the daylight hours.
The sessions were conducted in an open air rotunda at a council park. Rachel herself had identified the location and it was perfect. A little shelter from the rain, but open-walls to enable everyone to smell the fresh air and enjoy views of the trees and greenery. The floorspace might have been a little small, but everyone managed to fit somehow, even it was sometimes a little cramped and the mats overlapped.
Rachel always arrived well before the clients and used the time to review the exercise plan that she'd prepared earlier. No-one was ever there to watch, so she quickly slipped out of her tee shirt and squeezed into her tight white lycra top. She loved the feeling of the cool breeze on her small breasts and changing her top in the open air was always part of her ritual. Most instructors dressed in the fashion of tight fitting yoga wear but Rachel preferred loose and breezy traditional garments on her bottom half, like they traditionally wore in the Mauryan era. Without underwear Rachel could revel in the sensation of the fresh air on her pussy and ass as she demonstrated the poses.
Rachel rolled out her mat near the centre of the rotunda for a little meditation while she waited for the first participants to arrive. She sat cross legged, closed her eyes and waited. And waited. And waited. No one was coming. Maybe the day was too hot? Surely she had the right day of the week.
Her mind wandered as she sat alone. She had turned thirty-five recently, but she still felt young, especially in the company of the older crowd who came. She lamented about still being single, but she was sure that love would come her way eventually.
After some time, Rachel recognised the familiar crackling sound of tyres on loose stones as a car pulled up on the verge. She arose ready to welcome her guests but a man stepped out of the car. Unusual. The class was invariably all women.
Her heart sank when she realised it was a young fire officer in his breeches and helmet coming to do an inspection. But on the positive side, he was attractive and
Rachel couldn't help but stare as he made his way toward the rotunda with a determined gait hauling a muscular frame.
"Yes ma'am, we inspect all council properties once a year. It's a public space, it has a roof, and wood is a combustible material. So as the regulations say, test and tag once a year." He fumbled with a plastic sleeve that was attached to one of the posts.
"That's strange," he mumbled.
"What's that?"
"My log says that this structure is due for inspection, but someone's already been here and tagged it. I guess they forgot to log it."
"I see. What does that mean?"
"It means good news for me," he beamed. "Because now I'm ahead of schedule and I've got spare time before my next job."
"Why don't you do a class with me then?" offered Rachel. "It's free. You'll be the only one. Personal attention! I don't know where all my regular students have gotten to."
"They're probably making the most of the public holiday," grinned the young man.
"Oh of course," Rachel clicked. "Silly me - there was not meant to be a class. You'll have to stay and do a session with me now, or my morning will just have been wasted. My name's Rachel."
"Hi Rachel, I'm Josh," replied the handsome fireman with twinkling eyes. "Honestly, I've never done this sort of thing before." Rachel studied him, liking what she saw. He had short red hair in a military cut and a trim moustache which accentuated his square jaw. But the most impressive aspect was his muscular body. He looked good enough to feature in the Fireman's calendar - Rachel made a mental note to buy one.
"It'll be a cinch for you and those big muscles of yours," teased Rachel and she gave his bicep a little squeeze. The very touch of him made her excited and she could feel her body tingling in anticipation. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered over his fitted tee shirt, but then she noted his stiff calico trousers. "But you can't do the class in those heavy work pants. What else have you got?"
He had nothing else, but he assured Rachel that he didn't mind proceeding in his briefs. Rachel blushed at the suggestion, and said that she would look away.
But she had no such intention. She watched deliberately as Josh let his fingers slide down his tee and unbuckled the front of the fire retardant pants. Josh kept his eyes locked on Rachel as he unzipped the fly and drew the waistband to the ground. He stood back up and alternately stepped on his own heels to prise his feet out of each boot and then stepped out of the stiff trousers that remained crumpled on the floor.
Rachel couldn't believe her luck. He was clearly younger than her - maybe 25. His gray boy-leg briefs exhibited the solid bulge of his manhood, and Rachel could make out distinct muscles on his thighs and calves as she gazed down to his socks. He lifted his tee a little and Rachel made out the creases on his abs and the gorgeous triangle of muscles pointing down into his pubis. Her ass quivered a little with nerves.
"Sorry, I don't have another mat to offer you," apologised Rachel.
