Yoga, to me, is all about spirituality, keeping my mind and body in balance, flexibility, and peace.
But mainly it is about watching bending over in their sexy yoga clothes and staring at the beautiful sexy feet!
As soon as I walked into class today, I knew it was going to be a good one! It was a smaller group with only six other people and the very sexy Beth as the instructor. Unfortunately, I have flirted with Beth before, and she made it clear wasn't interested in my female advances, but I can still look even if I can't touch!
With every pose, I was getting more turned on by the four women and two men in attendance.
Maria, a very exotic mother of twins, smiled at me numerous times during the class. After the last class, I asked Maria to go for a coffee, but she begged off, nervously, not ready to take the leap, I guess.
Maybe today is the day?
Namaste.
By the end of the class, I was sweaty, energized and so very horny.
I stepped out to the parking lot as the class dispersed. I looked over and saw Maria getting in her car and quickly leaving.
Sigh.
Maybe I was not reading the signals correctly.
I headed to the far end of the lot where I usually park, just in case I need a quick cum release after yoga. Today was definitely one of those.
I just opened my door when I was startled by a voice behind me.
“Hello.”
I turned around, and it was one of the guys from the yoga class.
“My name is Franklin.” He told me extending his hand.
I reached out and shook his hand. I didn't see much of Franklin during the class as he was behind me, but he was about twenty-five, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a smile that sparkled.
“Hi, I’m Rose.”
“I hope that I’m not to forward, but I needed to tell you that you are the most stunning woman I have ever seen.” He told me.
I looked at him, stunned. " Thank you."
"I don't make a habit of coming up to women I don't know, but I would have regretted it if I didn't say anything." He explained.
"Well, I am glad you did," I told him.
“I hope this isn’t too creepy, but I was staring at your feet the entire class.” He confessed.
“Not creepy,” I assured him. “Do you like feet?”
"Yes, I do, and yours are magnificent!" He told me.
I smiled and slipped off my flip-flop and extended my foot toward him.
“You can have a closer look if you would like?” I offered.
He smiled lustfully, and he cradled my foot in my hands.