Face down, Ass up Through the Glass door

“Why the hell would I take a yoga class?” he challenged.

Eli was never interested in yoga; he thought he’d be out of place if he ever went. However, his little sister was in town to spend time with him, and she wanted to do yoga. Noami is the baby of their family and always gets her way, even with Eli.

He felt guilty when she sighed and plopped down into the couch next to him.

Naomi loved trying new things, often activities that involved manipulating her body or objects. Considering her inquisitive nature, it is shocking that she had never done yoga before.

She got the idea after seeing an intricate yogi pose in her Instagram feed. That Instagram post planted the seed, and there was no turning back. Naomi had made her decision: she was going to do yoga the next morning with or without her brother. As she settled onto the couch next to Eli, she googled yoga studios. Eli watched her as she completed her registration for the class.

Eventually, he conceded: “Alright, I’ll go. Register for two.”

She grinned, then eagerly changed the reservation to two.

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Eli’s body was enviable. He did a lot of calisthenics, and it showed through his leanness. As common in men: he was inflexible with indubitably poor balance. Naomi knew that yoga was going to be difficult for him. She has seen him work out many times, but has no recollection of him ever stretching.

Eli and Naomi arrived five minutes before the start of their first yoga class. They had some time to do a little warm-up and to settle onto their mats before the yoga instructor spellbound Eli. His attention abandoned Naomi and their conversation to center on Candace as she made her way to the front of the class. Bewitched, he steadily observed her grace before he admired how gorgeous she was.

She walked with a lightness that made him wonder if she was floating. Her kinky hair was spirited and rested just above her shoulders. Her body was slender but curved deep at her waist and wide at her hips. Candace’s voice was delightfully mellow and smooth, but not in the way to soothe one to sleep. It had the potential to incite lust in anyone -- even the straight women in the room. Eli was captivated by her balance of liveliness and soft temperament.

Naomi turned to see Candace walking toward the front of the class and immediately came to understand the dumbfounding of her brother.

“She’s gorgeous,” Naomi admitted. Eli didn’t answer, but he smiled at her and turned to face Candace at the front of the class. Now he had the motivation to invest in his yoga practice.

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Eli had much of Candace’s attention for the entire session, but not for reasons he liked. She had to help him with many of his transitions and to find balance in his poses.

Candace was helping him position for the tree pose when he lost his balance and tumbled to the ground. She was squished under him, on the floor, amidst the entire class. Understandably, the class wasn’t mature enough to quell their laughter. Eli was amusingly inflexible and looked severely uncomfortable in each pose.

He was slightly embarrassed, but not ashamed. He allowed himself to gaze into Candace’s eyes as he laid on top of her. She was shocked by his lack of balance, but looking up at him, she realized he was in no hurry to get off of her. She entertained his flirting and maintained his gaze as the lust in his eyes was inviting. She relished his handsome face; his jawline was strong, but not too strong. His skin seemed to command the sun for its own radiance, and his eyes were clear and telling. They told her the truth of his mind: He wanted her.

Clumsily, he climbed off of her as she observed his obliques contracting through his loose tank top. When they got to their feet, she savored his full splendor. He was chocolatey and ripped. His physique imposed on the atmosphere of the entire yoga studio. “How could one man be so fine?” she thought. There was no flaw in his body or face.

Desperately trying to regain her composure, she stepped back and reminded him to balance his weight on the inside of his feet to maintain the tree pose. He briefly forgot what a tree pose was; yoga was not at the forefront of his mind. Candace was.

She smiled and walked back to the front of the room. As she reclaimed authority of the class, she silently admitted to herself that she wanted to climb Eli’s body, and maybe even ride his face.

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Eli folded his mat slowly and conversed with Naomi as the rest of the class said their goodbyes. When the coast was clear, he told Naomi he would meet her by the car.

With the room almost empty, he approached Candace. She wasn’t surprised; she was hoping for it.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much today,” he said.

“Not too much,” she returned. “Every other woman in the room silently wished you were on top of them instead -- that gave me some comfort.”

He laughed. “You were the only one I wanted to be on top of though.” She laughed with him.

“I don’t want to beat around the bush,” he paused before continuing. “I’d like to get to know you better. May I have your number?”

Denying the magnet between them and the butterflies in her stomach, she replied: “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.” Candace wasn’t sure what the right answer was. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to be too eager and issue her number to some strange man who just tumbled over on her. His good looks weren’t reason enough to break all her personal and professional rules.

Eli conceded. “Ok, I can respect that.” Usually, he would have pressed a little harder, but she seemed uncomfortable by the idea of giving him her number. He smiled and left.

Candace wouldn’t admit to herself how sad she was that he didn’t try harder. And she wouldn’t blame herself for not giving him her number at the first request. However, she allowed herself to revisit those intimate, but not so private moments that they shared in the middle of her yoga studio. His smell haunted her all that evening and the following morning. Her thoughts were overwhelmed by memories of his body on hers and of his beautiful body awkwardly contorted into different yoga poses.

A whole week went by like this -- a week of her hoping that he would come for another session so she could at least see his carefully-chiseled body again, but he didn’t. Eli was busy entertaining his sister for the week. He waited until Naomi left before he went to see Candace again.

The following Wednesday, in the middle of her last session for the day, Candace saw him standing by the door-- observing. He smiled at her, but he didn’t do much else. He stood there plagued by a choice of whether or not to approach her after the session. When her studio emptied, Candace went to the door to say “hi.” Eli wasn’t there, he left.

Disappointment washed over her face as she wondered why he left without saying anything. “Is he coming back?” she wondered. Uncertainty manifested into her waiting on his return. For the following hour, she organized her studio and made preparations for the following day. Her end-of-day tasks don’t typically take that long; in actuality, she was waiting for him. But he didn’t come.

The next day, she watched the door during each of her sessions, but her longing was met with more disappointment.

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That Friday, Candace convinced herself that she would stop thinking about him. She chalked it up as a loss.

She was elated to see him peering in through the glass door again when she was concluding her morning session. Eli grinned at her mischievously when their eyes met; this time, emitting more confidence. She turned her back to avoid deepening her distraction, but she was distracted nonetheless. Making her transition to puppy dog pose --face down, ass up -- Candace checked to make sure he was still there and wondered if he was impressed by how deep her back arched.

He was. He watched as she stretched her body in ways he had never seen before. Before the class ended, Eli had stripped her with his eyes several times. She piqued his curiosity; and he painted a picture of him penetrating her while she held difficult acrobatic positions.

The room emptied while he remained outside the door. Even when the coast was clear, he did not move. He hoped for an invitation, so he waited, but not for long; she came to the door as soon as her last student made her exit.

“Hi, what are you doing here,” she asked. It was not evident to Eli, but she was unable to contain her excitement.

“I didn’t want to embarrass myself a second time. I was hoping for a private lesson.” His eyes flooded with desire for her, and she saw it.

“I have 30 minutes,” she stepped back into the class and held the door open for him.

Cautiously, Eli stepped into her studio and turned to face her when she asked: “Why did you leave yesterday?”

“I was worried that I was being a creep,” he chuckled.

She was pleased with his answer, and had no reason to say anything else. Instead, she just looked at him and observed his face -- she took notice of his smile, and his lips that lived in her fantasies as tools of pleasure. His body seemed to be speaking to her in whispers of unrestrained passion. Candace did not waste any time pretending, she leaned into him for the kiss that had been on replay in her mind for the past week. All her daydreams were about to materialize, and she could not contain herself.

Eli kissed her lips gently before allowing himself to release all of his desires into a deeper kiss. Through that first kiss, they communicated every unsaid word from the first time they met: they wanted each other. They were unmoved and unmovable for the time they spent kissing. Eli kissed her neck as passionately as he kissed her lips, sending waves of pleasure through her slender figure.

The chemistry rose between them, and Candace felt a heat rising in the studio. She asked him to undress as she walked back to one of the benches in the room. She wanted to sit and watch as he unveiled his body to her.

Biting his lips, he followed her slowly as he prepared to undress. When she was seated, he raised his tank top over his head to expose his beautifully carved chest with pecs perfectly situated on each side. He was everything that she had imagined. She wanted to get up and touch him, but she remained patient.

His shorts sat below his V-cut, but not for long. In one swift motion, he released the strings that held his pants in place, allowing them to fall to the floor. And just as quickly, his dick sprung to take command of the entire room. It was just the right size, curving upward.

Candace was awestruck by his picturesque body and domineering dick. He was covered in muscle -- his chest was beefy, abs were lean, and his ass was something to hold onto while he thrusts his stiff dick inside her. She knew by the looks of him that she would get everything she had ever wanted from a lover.

Almost naked, Candace was donning a sports bra and spandex. She sashayed slowly into Eli’s arms for a tender caress, and he gave it to her. He kissed her lips for the second time as his hands removed her sports bra. When he lifted his face from hers, her breasts were gently suspended, pointing up at him. He suckled her nipples before he licked around her small, brown areola. When he was ready, he bent to his knees and pulled her spandex and panties down to unveil her pussy. The lips were thick and looked like they weighed about a pound -- a pound of healthy meat. He squeezed them together with his index finger and thumb. On his knees still, he took her clit and pussy lips into his mouth to nibble. It was a mouthful, and he loved to feel the fleshiness of her pussy in his mouth like a piece of steak.

He matriculated to licking on her clit alone for a while. As he became more comfortable with his face between her thighs, he allowed his tongue to oscillate swiftly up and down her clit, stimulating more and more precum. She was getting wet. By the time he was done licking and sucking her, she had cum three times already.

With an unexpected swiftness, Eli stood and picked her up by the waist. She thought he meant for her to straddle him, but before she could wrap her legs around his waist, he flipped her legs to his face. Candace’s face was now hanging by his crotch, and her pussy was opened to his face. Before she could understand what was happening, Eli began licking her soaking wet pussy with his agile tongue. No one had ever manipulated her in that way before. She and her pussy were excited, and the walls of the studio heard how much.

Candace opened her mouth to welcome the dick that was directly in her face, begging her to suck it. And suck it, she did. Her tongue, cheeks, and entire mouth expressed their collective gratitude for Eli and what he was doing to the rest of her body. As his dick became more animated in her mouth, her cheeks contracted, and her tongue swirled around his wood to further scintillate him. The yoga studio filled with sounds of their tongues against each other’s genitalia; their moans and squirms harmonized to create an envious tune of pleasure for anyone who would hear.

Eli only released Candace to her feet because he worried she was going to make him cum before he could fuck her. It did not matter though because Candace was ready for the next act of pleasure. He laid himself flat on the floor and waited for her to sit on his erect penis. She stood over him gracefully as she calculated how she would mount his dick. She decided on a reverse cowgirl. Her ass bounced before him for a moment before she spread her legs into a middle split to welcome a deeper penetration. Eli’s physical sensations multiplied with the visual presentation of Candace’s pussy and ass bouncing wide open before him. It was not only sexy but graceful. Every motion was deliberate and controlled.

After exposing Eli to the benefits of yoga through her reverse cowgirl, they both got on their knees. She was in her favorite position-- face down, ass up -- and he was eager to be inside her again. As he burrowed his dick into her pussy, she squealed his name in pleasure. Eli smoothed his strokes, and Candace’s spine relaxed into the most unnatural arch he had ever seen. Almost creating the shape of an "S," her back arch was nonsensical. With a little more room, the back of her head would touch her back. She blew his mind, and he blew her back out. His dick soaked with her cream as he sunk his wood deep inside of her, making her moan louder with each stroke.

Finally, they stood to their feet. Before Eli was able to collect himself, Candace was transitioning into the next mind-boggling position. She lifted her left leg and rested it on his shoulder, leaving her in a standing split; one leg suspended and the other remained on the ground. Eli held her waist and back to support her before he thrust his dick inside of her again. Before long, he felt her pussy tightening on his dick; she was cumming, and he was too. As he finished and she trembled against him, Eli saw someone watching them through the glass door.

He released her leg as gently as he could and told her that they had an audience. They grabbed their clothes, and got dressed in a haste.

Candace was embarrassed; she hoped that it wasn’t one of her students or co-tenants. Eli saw the uneasiness, and held her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, but he wasn’t. He didn’t want their time together to be tainted by the way it ended.

“Don’t be sorry,” she replied. “I’m not. We’re doing this again tomorrow.”

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