Yogurt

I started a new class today to help out with some meditation and peace that I have been trying to receive, as I enter the door all eyes are on me seeing as how I appear to be the only plus size woman in the room I believe. Side cut smirks and gleaming glares as all the petite women in mid stretch stop just to stare. Politely finding my place on the floor, I spread my mat while watching our yoga instructor step foot inside the door; a steady glance he surveys the students standing around waiting to participate in today's session, sliding my mat further back towards the wall already feeling out of place while trying not to make a bad first impression.

"Hello ladies, my name is Lei and welcome to Boundless Restoration, where alignment and infinite peace within yourself in the only destination!"

Each of us goes around the room stating our name and something we would like to achieve from taking this course, my wandering eyes can't keep off of the instructor's yoga pants; biting my lip locked in I can clearly see he's hung like a horse.

"Mam......?" He says, "Are you alive over there?"

Startled from being awaken from the nastiest day dream, "Oh yea...sorry I'm Calligraphee."

"Nice to meet you." He replies, "I didn't mean to give you a scare."

We begin with breathing exercises allowing our lungs to expand, I rest my heart rate back down to a normal pace still focusing on not becoming a standing human wetland. Moving into the wide-legged forward bend he demonstrates how to correctly position your form, observing every lady up close and personal maneuvering at the rear of various hips and behinds...at this point it's basically porn. I control my breathing allowing my head to descend towards the floor, almost zoned completely out then I feel a pair of hands roaming my hips curiously to explore.

"Wow!........Your pose is absolutely right!" Trying to see it bent over from every angle, he grips my waist a little tight.

Onlookers spectate, I can smell the judgment in the air.

"Ok you ladies, close your eyes now and continue breathing deeply. Practice silently reciting your mantras we learned today on self care."

Everyone follows suite with the sound of calming Tibetan bowls stirring the energy around the room into pure bliss. The instructor, still clamped onto my waist leans in closer to me ear and whispers...

"You bend like licorice babygirl but I wanna see it like this!"

Once interlocked behind my back, both of my hands now rest chest length apart spread across my pretty blue mat. He then grabs 1 of my legs putting me straight up into a standing split, looking down at my ass he's hoping that the extra guidance isn't a decision that he might soon regret, but I knew what I was doing...the hellion in me wanted to see him sweat.

The bend of this stretch causes my mound to easily be seen in these fitted knit pants, rubbing my pussy through the fabric while squeezing a handful of ass has Mr. Lei hypnotized under a spiritually induced trance. So heavy I feel his erection tall like Sirsasana tapping on my lips, unsure if everyone else is even paying attention to us in this corner while each thump of his thick warmness pats my clit. Finding the seam in the center of my anatomy, ripping a hole exactly where my juices have started to flow; he carefully shifts my moistened panties to the side then slides in raw pushing further to see how much I would take...how far his dick could go.

"Fuck this." He mumbles, raising my other leg to the sky.

A skinnier man that never striked me as the type to like thicker women; drilling with persistence watching me cream after every stroke makes his eyes electrify.

Slowly stroking into my divine infinity being cautious not to make any obvious sound, relaxing waterfalls play over the radio for helpful release blended with the melody of discreet gushing while we fuck from the floor fore to the background.

Spitting on my ass it trickles down until it melts smoothly along his tip, he releases my leg grabbing me from between to submit to him into a full split. Stuffing himself inside me without making a muffle, heavy panted sighs I should have stuffed my face in my duffle.

“Hey what part of the session is this?” Some old nosey prune turned around and haggled.

Everyone stopped to look as he dropped me flat on my ass; and ran out of the room.

“Class dismissed.” I stood up egg-faced and exited my way through the gaggle.