Since I was introduced to yoga, every morning I would pack my yoga mat, a pair of tights and a crop top into my bag and try to get to a class after work.
On this day, on my way home from work I went to an Ashtanga Yoga class at A-Yoga, a new Ashtanga Yoga studio along the shopping strip near where I lived. It was a good yoga class, ninety minutes of practicing the Asthanga series of standing and sitting poses. It was only a twenty-minute walk from the studio to my home, so I would wait until I got home to shower and change out of my yoga gear.
The yoga teacher, Kara, was a petite blonde who had the most amazing figure. She was short but had a toned athletic build with long straight blonde hair and a tiny bubble butt which gripped and sucked in the tight navy blue spandex tights she wore, showing a defined deep crease separating those perfectly formed round butt cheeks. On the downside she looked like a ballerina but also had a flat chest. This didn’t stop the guys and even some jealous girls in the class from staring and ogling at her goddess body. It was hard not to notice her body as she wore such tight yoga gear that looked like a second layer of skin – accentuating her beautiful shapely body. Personality wise, she was the sweetest girl who was a pro and really knew the technical side of yoga. She was not a flirt or sexual in any manner at all. One would never say she was slutty even though her clothes were just that bit too revealing.
I had just finished the Monday night class. I had my work clothes packed in my bag and I was wearing my usual black spandex tights and a white crop top with a white sports bra underneath. I needed this to keep my 34B bordering 34C size breasts firm in place. I never wore panties under my tights though. I used to find it uncomfortable and they really never served much purpose when you were sweating through all the layers anyway. I never thought this was strange, as these shiny spandex tights were advertised as “wicking fabric best worn naked to the skin”.
I was about two hundred yards from the yoga studio when a rain cloud burst open. It was pouring "cats and dogs" as they say. Within a minute, I was wet to the bone, my hair soaking wet, tights and top clinging tightly to my wet body with water streaming through them. The rain was beating so hard I could not even see the pavement in front of me. I realised that continuing through this was not such a good idea so I turned around to go back to the yoga studio to get some cover. I then saw the headlight of a car coming down the road towards me. It stopped right in front of me. I lifted my head, wiped my wet hair and forehead and looked ahead into the beam. Through the thundering rain I made out a familiar voice. It was the yoga teacher calling out her open window.
"Hop in, I will give you a ride home," she shouted, trying to be heard through the noise of the heavy downpour.
The passenger door then opened. I jumped at the opportunity and started to climb into the car.
"I am so sorry I will wet your car seat. I am drenched," I said, apologising to her.
"Don't worry, I will drive you home. Where do you live?" she asked me.
"I am on Hunter Street, a few blocks down the road and then to the right. Thank you again. I so appreciate this kindness," I said to her.
We pulled in to my apartment block driveway and I fished around my handbag for my keys
"Shit! I think I have left my keys at work and my flatmate is away on an overnight business trip until tomorrow."
"So sorry, Kara! Would you mind driving me to my friend, Susan, she is only a five-minute drive away," I asked her.
"Your name is Rachel, right?" she asked me
"Yes, it is," I answered her.
"Well, Rachel, please come stay at my place for the night, I am on the next corner, and it would be my pleasure. I am nervous of driving in such hard rain with the streets almost flooding,” Kara kindly offered.
"I can't impose on you. It’s nice enough you have given me a ride," I replied to her.
"No, just come to me, I can even show you a few tricks to improve your yoga," she insisted.
"Ok, thank you very much!"
We then pulled into the garage of her apartment block. We took the lift up to level five and then I followed her into her apartment. I carried my shoes and socks and was dripping all over the floor.
As we entered, Kara looked at me.
"You sure are wet!" she said while she looked me up and down showing an expression of compassion for my sorry state
My long brown hair was wet, my tights were clinging to my body, my wet feet were making "squishing" sound, my sports bra and crop top were now see through and the bra's support was uncomfortably pulling on my skin. Kara opened the door and we walked into her small apartment.
"Take your wet clothes off and I will put them into the dryer," Kara said to me.
"If you want a shower, it's at the end of the passage," she said pointing the way.
"I am going to have a shower too, so I will catch up with you in five minutes," she said as she disappeared into a bedroom.
I pulled off my soaked tights, top and bra and my drenched trainer shoes and I hopped into the shower. When I was finished I put the light blue bath towel around me, tied a knot to hold it up and I took my wet clothes in my one hand and went back to the lounge.
Kara was already standing in the lounge wearing a white towel and she grabbed my clothes and took them to the dryer and then came back to the lounge."How are you finding the yoga?" she asked me.
"Well, I struggle with a few of the poses but I think I have improved," I answered.
"I can't seem to get the downward dog pose right. I know you are supposed to put your pelvis up like a triangle but I can't get that one right," I added.
Kara dropped her towel and wearing only a pair of those thin seamless black thong undies, she started to demonstrate the pose to me.
"You need to put your soles flat on the ground and push all your fingers down on the ground as you outstretch your arms and keep lifting up your hips," she said.
"So that you look like a triangle," she continued as her butt pushed out marking the top point of the triangle.
Should I be looking at an almost naked woman? I was wondering to myself.
I couldn't help but look at her perfect shape as she demonstrated downward and upward dog for me. Yoga was about the soul and not meant to be sexual, so I tried hard to steer my eyes away from her sheer thong panties that didn't do much to cover her nether areas. I knew I shouldn’t be on this wavelength.
What was wrong with me! My mind again went astray looking at her butt and the camel toe peeking through between her butt cheeks as she pushed her thighs out backwards splaying open her butt cheeks as you are supposed to for the pose. The panties were slightly sheer and I could see her slit separating her hairless lips, peeking between her naked butt cheeks. She must either laser or wax I thought to myself.
I just then realised I was having internal dialogue about the body of another woman who was trying to show me yoga, an artistic form, and I was perving on her like a male teenager overflowing with hormones. I suppose I was not used to seeing this and this was my reaction.
“Back to the mindfulness, Rachel!” I told myself.
"I noticed everyone struggling with this pose tonight," Kara said as she got out of the downward dog pose and stood up.
"Now, Rachel, you show me your downward dog and I will show you how to improve it"
"No, you don't need to, it's ok, you have had your share of work for the day," I shyly replied.
"No, come on its nothing, it’s not like we have anything else to do now."
Not sure what to do with a bath towel wrapped around me, I tightened the knot and I moved onto the mat in the lounge and tried getting into the position. I put my hands on the mat and started to get into the pose. It was quite cumbersome with the towel. As I bent forward and widened the gap between my feet to be aligned with my hips the towel fell down to the floor.
As I was about to reach out and put it back over me, Kara said, "You don't want to slip with this in the way."
She then pulled the towel away from under me.
I didn't have undies on and I felt self–conscious, being nude and so exposed.
"Kara, do you have any shorts or anything I can borrow?"
"You don't need anything, I do yoga in the nude all the time, it's the best way to do it," Kara replied.
“I am a bit shy, and embarrassed,” I continued.
Kara got up went to her room and came back handing me a flesh coloured seamless pair of small sized g string panties. I was a medium but anything would be better than nude I told myself. Are all her undies sheer, I wondered to myself?
I slipped them on. They were very small, skimpy and see through, but very soft and silky. I was not used to g strings, being a bikini brief type of girl. It really pulled into my ass and was so high cut that it didn’t fully cover my pubes in front.
I got into the downward dog pose. My legs were hips-width apart as required for the pose. I knew I must be in a very compromising position, and I felt awkward.
"You have a great toned body, Rachel. I never noticed it in class, you don’t need to be shy with me," Kara tried to reassure me, probably picking up on me being so anxious and out of place here doing this.
Kara looking at me in the pose only made me feel even more self-conscious. I felt all my pores tingle as if exposed to the cold.
"I am going to give you an adjustment as I do in class!" Kara said as she stood and placed herself between my open legs and crouched down to the floor.
She pulled down on my ankles to root them into the ground as they strained to tilt upwards to form the downward dog triangle.
I felt strange having a woman being so close to me when I was dressed like this. I felt quite uneasy being so exposed, particularly with my feet so wide apart and sticking my butt out in the air, and my breasts hanging loose as I faced downwards.
Kara let go of my ankles and stood up and started to push with both her hands at my hips bones to adjust my form from a clumsy arch into a sharp structured triangle.
“Push your butt and hips out as high as you can and stretch your hamstrings.” Kara instructed me.
“Now stretch your fingers out as wide as they go and wrap around your triceps to hold you in the position as you push down on the mat.”
I felt Kara’s palms rest gently on my naked butt as she pushed into my hips using her body weight. She walked in closer to me and I felt a soft very warm spot as her body made contact with the back of my thighs. I realised that this must be her pubic area. She pushed harder into my leg while leaning forward pushing against my hips. Feeling the touch of another women like this was unexpected, and while I would have normally jumped and run form the idea, I found myself desiring and yearning for more. I was not sure if this was sexual or just mistaken touch. Either way, the gentleness of touch, the situation at hand and the physical feeling all played in my mind.
"I know this looks like an easy pose but is quite tough to get it right. Take five deep breaths and then ease out of the pose," she continued.
“Now get into child’s pose, open your knees wide and lean forward as much as you can, sitting your butt down on your heels. I will help you get a deeper stretch,” Kara went on.