The one about yoga in bed

Bec woke slowly; all was quiet. She reckoned it was maybe eight, so Riya was already having some kind of pre-conference breakfast. She pictured the mountains of pastries and bowls of designer muesli that the hotel would’ve laid on. It was a pretty big hotel, and the conference was going for three days. Maybe there was even an egg station!  Oooh, egg station!! Riya loved them.

Riya attended a sales conference around every six months, and they were always somewhere flash. This time it was central Sydney. “I hope we get some time off, I wanna try and get over to Manly,” she had said to Bec as she stuffed her goggles into her bag.

Bec liked it when Riya was away; well, mostly she liked it when Riya came back. It was always exciting to pick her up at the airport, that first kiss in the car, smiles and that incredible warmth that Bec felt inside. Bec imagined it was the same for Riya, when she came back from one of her cycling trips; although she didn’t smell as good as Riya after the fancy hotel soaps and showers. But absence really did make the heart grow fonder - their lovemaking had an extra spark of urgency and passion after even a short break.

Bec yawned and stretched, and felt the soreness in her hips from last night’s cycle home. With Riya away and no hurry to get home, she had taken the long way from the office - the extra long way. It was a balmy evening in October, daylight savings had just started, and the low sun cast dappled shadows through the eucalypts as she climbed the steep boulevard out of the city. 

Despite Melbourne’s reputation for changeable weather, it was peaceful and calm, and she settled in for a cruisy spin. She headed in exactly the opposite direction from home for about ten kilometres, and then circled wide and back around the river, clicking off a total of forty-four spacy kilometres in two hours by the time she pulled into the driveway, sweating and satiated. 

She loved her bikes; loved riding alone. A while back, Miya had given her a T-shirt with the words “Miles are my Meditation” underneath a logo of a cyclist in full spin. That’s how she felt; breathing deep and regular, her legs rolling over and over. She switched off her mind, diving into her body. 

But she also loved her bike mates and their Sunday groups zooming along Beach Road to croissants and lattes at Mordialloc or beyond. They were all women “of a certain age”; fit (or fit-ish), and strong in the soul too. They all had stories. Bec loved leading out, or tucking into the slipstream at the back. And the eye candy of the butts and boobs in lycra wasn’t bad, either. Not that she ever considered hitting on anyone; she was completely a one woman woman. 

Miya was unbeatable, the complete package. After five years, Bec could honestly say she still had a crush on her. Her insightful mind, her long tousled ebony locks, her ridiculous impressions of Monty Python sketches in her best Indian accent, her coal black nipples, her fierce determination to do everything just right. The sexiest, most hopeless rom-com tragic on the planet. They built them tough and tender in Karnataka. 

Miya had escaped an arranged marriage in Bengaluru in her late twenties, skipping to Australia on a working visa, and winging it from there. In just a decade, she had hit the jackpot at a corporate investment firm, smashing the glass ceiling. When she met Bec on a lesbian speed dating night, the firecrackers were louder than a Holi festival. Neither of them could believe their luck. 

Bec got up to pee. True to form, Melbourne’s weather had changed overnight. The cold air in the bathroom gave her goosebumps on her bare breasts and thighs. It looked grey and chilly out of the bathroom window; time to dive back under the covers. It was her day off, she had nowhere she needed to be. 

Back in their warm bed, Bec decided on a bit of “bed yoga” to stretch out her sore hips. Lying on her firm belly, she pushed her butt back until she was on her haunches, simultaneously stretching her arms forward in front of her head - child’s pose. She opened her knees out, and her butt rested on her heels. She could feel her pubic hair just grazing the sheets. 

Breathing slow, Bec rested there, allowing her glutes to relax, and feeling the tension across her lower back ease a little. Then she rolled up slightly, easing forward onto her forearms and trailing her legs out long behind her. Pushing up on her elbows, she drew her chest forward and tipped her head back a touch - sphinx pose. Again, she rested for a few breaths, feeling her hips open and ease.

Breathing steadily, Bec continued to move back and forth between the two poses. With the duvet on top of her, it was pleasantly stuffy underneath; quiet too. Ten minutes slipped blissfully by.

Bec began to notice something. Each time she slid forward out of child’s pose, her breasts were just above the sheets, and she could drag her nipples pleasantly along the fabric. And once she had settled forward into sphinx pose, she could push her hips hard down into the mattress, creating an arousing pressure on her pussy. 

The next time she squeezed back onto her haunches, Bec couldn’t resist reaching her hand under her belly. With two fingers, she dexterously opened her pussy lips and ran them up and down her snatch. Pleasure surged through her, and she inhaled deeply, smelling her sex. There was only one way this yoga session was gonna end now!

She slid forward again, the delicious sensation on her nipples now even stronger. Pressing up again on her forearms, she pushed her now throbbing pussy down harder into the mattress. She let out a long low moan as she sighed out. “Oh yeah baby,” she quietly muttered, “Let’s get it on.”

She began to fantasise about Riya being in the bed with her; beautiful Riya with her smooth chocolate skin and sparkling eyes. She imagined Riya underneath her, feeling their breasts press together, skin to skin. Her heartbeat quickened and she rocked back into child’s pose again, widening her knees further and reaching back under to rub her wet pussy more strongly. Then she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them, tasting her sweet-and-tangy juices. Mmm-mmm, that was good!

Now Bec pictured Riya standing at the end of the bed behind her, wearing her favourite neon turquoise strap on, pushing it deep inside Bec’s hot wet hole, doggy style.  She could almost feel Riya’s fingers tuck into her hip creases, pulling her back deeper onto the dildo. 

God she was horny now!  Where was her sexy lover when she needed her?  At a bloody conference, a thousand miles away, that’s where; probably right now she was listening to some boring motivational speaker about improving her performance. Bec wanted her performing - right here, right now!

Suddenly, Bec had an idea; a rather naughty idea. 

She stopped massaging her tingling wet snatch (which was a bit difficult) and rolled out of the bed.  Padding barefoot into the bathroom, she retrieved the little bathroom stool, and placed it at the end of the bed. Next, she scooted downstairs (shit it was freezing down here!) and after a bit of hunting, found the flexy tripod she propped her phone into for video calls. She raced back upstairs, and grabbed her phone off the bedside table - she had everything she needed.

After a bit of fiddling with angles and some trial and error, she had her phone arranged in the tripod on the stool at the end of the bed, lined up ready for a raunchy video! She leaned her face into the camera, and hit record.

“Hey Babe,” Bec cooed in her sexiest voice. “How’s the conference going? You know I miss you so much Baby.  I know it’s only a couple of days, but I just can’t wait to have you back in our bed with me. I’m so hopeless for you, my sexy lover.”  She lowered her voice a little, and leaned in just a touch. “Would you like to see how hopeless I am for you, Babe?” 

Bec giggled, and slipped sideways out of the camera’s view. She burrowed back under the covers, assumed her position in child’s pose, and slowly pulled the duvet forward to reveal her butt and pussy, fully exposed to the camera.

Just like before, she reached her hand under her belly, and opened her pussy lips. “Like what you see, Hot Stuff?” she called back to the camera. She began to rub herself again, and now that she was doing it to the camera, the effect was so much more erotic, and her pleasure rippled across her ass and up her spine. She was on a mission now.

She found her clit, and squeezed it gently between her thumb and finger. She groaned loudly - oh god that was fucking electric! She let go, and as the blood flowed back into her bud, her whole pussy throbbed with desire.

Reaching a little further back, Bec pushed two fingers into her soaking wet hole. It felt fucking unbelievable, and she moaned again. “Oh god Riya, I want you to fuck me so bad. Where are you, Baby?  I wanna feel you deep in my pussy, you gorgeous bitch.” Her orgasm was building, driven by her imagination and her sense of sluttiness in front of the camera.

Bec’s fingers were pumping faster and faster in and out of her dripping wet snatch; she was sweating and gasping for breath. “Fuck Riya,” she panted, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum for you, my Baby.” And with a loud moan, she exploded. Wave after wave of ecstasy burst inside her pussy, and her ass bucked up in the air. A stream of juices squirted out of her convulsing cunt, and she rolled onto her back, duvet flying, legs in the air, calling out, “Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck,” until it slowly subsided. 

Bec lay there gulping for air, her pussy still throbbing, until she could rise up onto her elbows and scootch back around to the camera. She leaned into the lens, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and flipped her red curls. “Fuck Riya,” she panted again. “Even when you’re a thousand miles away I’m still under your power!” She blew a kiss and turned off the video. 

She flopped back on the sheets for another few moments, staring at the ceiling. Wow, that was a heck of an intense yoga session!  She got up, put on her robe and slippers, and went downstairs to make tea and toast. She was parched and starving. 

She brought her breakfast back upstairs on a tray, grabbed her phone and hopped back in the bed. She wanted to see how her performance had gone. Naturally, she hoped it had all worked - especially because there wasn’t going to be a repeat performance until at least the afternoon! She was exhausted.

Gulping her tea, she played back the video - it was fantastic!  She’d got the angles right - she could see her wet snatch glistening in the light - and even though her face was away from the camera, she could still make out what she was saying. She was both shocked and delighted by how slutty she looked, with her ass up in the air and her fingers pumping her cunt. She paused and zoomed in on her snatch - not bad, not bad at all! As she watched, pausing and replaying and zooming, she couldn’t help but feel a bit randy, and she cupped one breast with her free hand, gently fingering her nipple. 

When she got to the climax (literally) and heard herself moaning, Bec’s eyes grew wide and she put her hand over her mouth, as if she was trying to silence her video self. And when she squirted - oh god, some of her pussy juices had splashed on the phone’s lens! She could see droplets on the screen!  

Bec threw her phone across the bed. Suddenly, she was ashamed of herself. What had she done?  It was so rude, so dirty - like a porno. Fuck, it was a porno. What was she thinking?

She finished her toast in silence, looking out the window at the wind in the gum trees. What would Riya think of her if she saw this?  How would she react?  It was fine while she was writhing in the bed, fantasising about Riya being there with her. Bec had loved doing it for the camera - for her lover - but now it felt…weird. 

Bec picked up her phone, and watched the whole thing again. It really was great. It was outrageous and rude, for sure, but there was something more to it. She was proud of how she looked - totally overwhelmed with lust and pleasure. She listened again to her calling out: “I’m gonna cum for you, my Baby.” She loved Riya so much; adored her. They were so solid together. There was no doubt - behind her pumping fingers and moaning orgasm, this three-minute video told the genuine truth of her love.

She opened WhatsApp and started typing to Riya. “How you doing, my lover?” (They often referred to each other in this silly fond way.)  “I miss you so much, Baby. And I’ve made a little film to show you how much.  It’s a bit rude, so you gotta watch it in private. Let me know when it’s OK to send it. xxx” She hit send, and got in the shower.

When Bec came back into the bedroom, toweling her hair, Riya had replied - of course. “Heeeyyy Sexy Lady!” (Another one of their silly chat lines.) “What have you been up to, you naughty little minx?!  Conference is good - thanks for asking.  Got a break in about 10 mins, so send me your hot vid then. I’ll find a quiet spot. Can’t wait!!  Xxx”

Bec got back in their bed, and watched the vid one more time. She bit her nails. She still wasn’t sure about sending it. But she was excited too. And Riya had said, “Can’t wait”. 

Ten minutes was up - now or never! “OK Babe, here it comes. For your eyes only. AND KEEP THE SOUND DOWN!!!!  Xxx” She sent the text, and then sent the vid. She watched the little circle go round slowly, loading 21%, 54%, 77%, and then it was gone. She hopped out of the bed and strode into the bathroom, and back again - she was jumpy as hell! 

Now Riya was typing…all caps: “OMFG YOU FUCKING HOT SLUT!! YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME!!  I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. GOD I AM SOOO HOT FOR YOU RIGHT NOW!!!"

Then she rang, babbling. “Bec you are so fucking hot oh god I wanna fuck you so much I can’t believe you did that it’s so fantastic you look amazing so sexy your pussy your voice fuck me ooohhh god I WANT YOU.” She was almost screaming into the phone. Bec could hear the wind in the phone; she knew Riya was outside, so her workmates couldn’t hear her. “I got my hand in my crotch right now you crazy slut look what you’ve done to me I’m a fucking mess! Jesus you just wait til I get home, you are so fucking for it!”

Bec was laughing, giddy with delight, her heart fluttering. She stood by the bed with the phone pressed to her ear. She noticed she was gently twirling her pubic hair in her fingers.

Finally Riya slowed down and Bec could get a word in. “So, I guess that means you liked it?” She burst out laughing. She felt so good; so fucking good. She’d trusted her gut and made the right decision. 

The rest of the day was pure delight. There were lots of lovey-dovey texts between them; more than usual, a bit more racy than usual. Bec floated through her day off, and soon enough, found herself back in the bed after some Thai take away, her knees propping her book in her lap. They’d stopped sexting when Riya had to go out for the obligatory team dinner.

Yawning, Bec sent one last message to her gorgeous true love. “Night night, Babe. You’re the best. Can’t wait to feel your skin against mine. Xxx.”

A few moments later, Riya replied. “I love you so much Babe. What a day. You were the highlight - as usual!  Xxx.” 

And then another one from her: “Oh yeah. And I made this for you…”

A video popped into their feed.