It started as a day like any other, unremarkable in every sense of the word. I got up, ate a bit, showered, packed my bag and headed into town for a yoga session. When I got there the only one there except me was the instructor, we exchanged a few pleasantries (something I've never felt good at) and then I prepared for the session by getting changed and taking out a mat and placing it on the floor and then lying down on it to relax and get the outside world off of my mind. After a few minutes other people began arriving, I'd shown up almost fifteen minutes before we were supposed to start so I had some time to relax. Lying there with my eyes closed and letting my mind wander as I overheard the instructor talking to the new arrivals. Feeling like the odd man out as usual.
The session started on time, by then three more people had arrived, all female. Two out of three quite attractive too, tall and slender and definitely my type, but despite the fact that I only started with yoga in the first place to meet women I had yet to get to know any of the women I had seen or even briefly talked to there any better. Still, having an attractive blonde to my left and an attractive brunette to my right didn't exactly sink my mood. That would usually come later as I pondered having failed to get closer to either of them. But then and there my mind was more on the exercise at hand then why I sometimes see myself as nothing more than one enormous failure.
The instructor talked a bit first before starting with chanting the opening mantra, something I don't participate in due to a fundamental religious allergy, i.e. I'm allergic to religion in any form. That doesn't mean I disrespect all religion I just don't participate in order to avoid feeling like a complete hypocrite. We began with the usual warming up exercises, the so called sun greetings. The instructor leading some while letting us do the rest on our own. Having gone there a number of months more and more of the exercises had stuck to my mind and I needed little instruction on them. Doing them mostly on my own as I felt my flow got better that way.
After a few exercises the instructor went to help one of the others, during that time the blonde asked me for a little help with one position and I could hardly decline her. Having helped her she thanked me but it's what she did next that left a memory which still makes me sigh and shiver. She quickly kissed me, leaving me flabbergasted. While I was still reeling and just before the instructor returned her attention to the whole group she asked me to follow her home afterwards. I nodded my approval as quickly as I could before getting back to what I was supposed to be doing which was yoga.
I must admit I had some difficulties concentrating after that event and I let myself be led through the other exercises as my mind was now somewhere completely different. The blonde met my every glance in her direction with a smile that went straight into my heart. As we laid down to start some ten minutes of relaxation after the exercises had ended I felt especially nervous knowing she was lying right next to me, hoping she would use those ten minutes where everyone was just supposed to take it easy for something else. We laid down and while I did manage to relax my body my mind was feverish with thoughts, wishes and desires. The instructor made her usual rounds to see that we relaxed properly before leaving the room completely. My heart leaped when I felt the blonde beside me reach out her hand and take mine. We held hands for what seemed to be an eternity before the door started opening again and like two guilty school children we quickly hid what we had been doing.
After the finishing mantra I hurried to change clothes and dry some of the sweat off my body before joining the blonde. I hoped and wished with all my heart that she wouldn't get impatient but when I re-entered the yoga room and saw that I was the last to go besides from the instructor my heart sank like a stone. I wonder if the instructor even noticed that I almost left without even murmuring a goodbye?
Walking out of the building feeling like I'd just blown the chance, the opportunity, the blessing of a lifetime I was surprised to have two hands cover my eyes from behind as a woman's voice asked me "guess who?". I felt like I had been reborn, filled with life once again, as I turned around to see the blonde smiling at me. We shared a brief kiss before walking back to her home hand in hand. A walk that took probably between five and ten minutes but that could have lasted all day for all I cared.
We were in the hallway of her apartment when she with a smile let the first piece of her clothing fall to the floor. Soon more followed and I hastened to follow her. Kissing and naked we entered her shower. Taking some shower gel in her hand and with a fiendish grin on her lips she started to wash me, starting with my torso and making me delirious with joy. As her hands reached my waist I knew I wanted to, had to, reciprocate and I was soon washing her. Covering her upper body, her shoulders, neck, arms and bosom with foam from the shower gel. As I started washing them my hands soon fell in love with her bosom and it became almost impossible for me to stop caressing her breasts. As the soap rinsed off and my hands proceeded downwards I just had to kiss her twin beauties. Licking them to her great amusement. I went further downwards, cleaning her buttocks, legs, feet. As I finally watched the last bit of soap wash away from her fussy bush I knew what I had to do. My head was already level with it and I knew that even if it postponed loosing my complete virginity I just had to try it. So I reached forward and kissed her there, kissing her lower lips, her orchid, that piece of the female anatomy that had haunted my imagination since puberty first began.
