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  Girl on Girl Yoga

  (Lesbian, First Time, Younger Older, F/F, Interracial)

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  Authors note: All character in this story are 18 years of age and older. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real live name or events are purely coincidental.

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  Girl on Girl Yoga

  (Lesbian, First Time, Younger Older, F/F, Interracial)

  “You’ll love this class,” the gym manager showed Chloe into the locker room. “Isabella is an amazing instructor. She only takes students who already know the basics. She’ll really keep you motivated. Class starts in a few minutes, so you’ve just got time to change. Just down the hall and straight into Isabella’s studio.”

  Chloe tried not to think as she quickly changed into her yoga gear. She’d just moved to the neighborhood and one of her coworkers had suggested the class when she’d asked about an advanced yoga instructor. “Isabella is great,” she’d exclaimed, “you’ll love her! It’s not like normal yoga, it’s better.” Chloe piled her blonde curls on top of her head, then hurried down the hall and into the class, taking up a place off to the side so she could see clearly, but not be right up front.

  Yoga was her way of relaxing after the work day. It was what kept her calm and collected. She liked the physical challenge, and the peace of mind. She particularly liked the meditative space it brought her to. She sat on her mat and slowly breathed, waiting for class to begin.

  “Ay, mamacitas!” The woman standing in front of the class was a petite powerhouse. Curly black hair twisted into a messy bun on the back of her head, and her brown skin gleamed with health. She was bubbling with a vibrant energy that Chloe found instantly irresistible. When she stepped up on the platform, Chloe barely suppressed a gasp. The woman had curves in all the right places, perfectly accentuated in her tight yoga pants. Her ass was simply amazing.

  “I hear we have someone new today,” smoldering dark eyes settled for a moment on Chloe, “so we’re going to do some basics. We’ll start with our mantra, then get ready for some sun salutations.”

  Chloe let the mantra chants wash over her, but her mind wasn’t on her practice. Her eyes were glued to Isabella. She was dressed in tight pink yoga pants that clung beautifully, cupping each perfectly round ass cheek. The seam lined up her ass crack, making each cheek stand out. Her crop top was pale gray and showed off her tight abs and perky tits.

  As Isabella led the class through the sun salutations, and then on through the rest of the asanas, Chloe was not focused on her yoga practice. She watched in fascination as Isabella easily moved through every pose, her movements fluid and graceful. The tight pants and cropped top showed off every perfectly sculpted muscle.

  When Isabella moved through the class, correcting poses and adjusting angles, Chloe was mesmerized by her grace. Her fingers gently splayed on this woman’s hips. Her supple thighs spread to lean back and take the weight as she helped another woman stretch. Chloe looked around and realized the class was entirely made up of women. Isabella spoke with each one, touched each one. Her smile and gentle words of encouragement flowed through the room.

  Chloe realized she was getting wet just watching Isabella move. While she found women attractive, she’d never been with a woman before. Still she found her mind wandering, imagining the feel of Isabella’s tight body.

  She opened her eyes to find Isabelle bent over the woman on the next mat over. Isabella’s magnificent ass was inches from Chloe’s face. She gazed over the rounded curves, admired the tight muscles, and watched the sensual play of her muscles under the tight yoga pants. Each move was like water flowing, smooth and liquid.

  Her brown skin had a soft sheen of sweat, she absolutely glowed. Chloe moved into the next pose, her body on autopilot as her mind raced over thoughts of Isabella’s perfect body with its rounded ass and perky tits.

  “You have good form,” the voice was gentle, soft as a breeze and lightly accented. When she bent down to adjust Chloe’s hands, she smelled like cinnamon and cloves. “Your hands can come in, here, like this. Male teachers usually forget to adjust for a woman’s narrower shoulders. Yes, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good? Feel the tightness slipping away as you stretch into the asana.”

  Isabella’s voice washed over Chloe, and she felt her hands moving on her body, pulling her hips here, pushing at a leg there, urging her deeper into the stretch.

  Her touch was electric, her skin as soft as silk. Chloe was keenly aware of the growing wetness in her pussy as Isabella pressed her palms into Chloe’s hips, pushing her still farther into the stretch. “Oh yes, just like that, si, si!” Isabella’s voice urged her on. “You came here seeking, yes. I think I have what you need here. Yes, doesn’t that feel good? OOooo, let out all that tension, yes!”

  Chloe exhaled and surrendered to the pose, feeling Isabella’s hands soothing, encouraging. Her words flowed into her mind and Chloe wasn’t thinking of yoga. She had come to the class seeking and the more she watched Isabella move and flow, the more she thought that Isabella was right. She did have exactly what Chloe needed.

  With a gentle word of encouragement, Isabella moved on to the next woman, and Chloe continued to watch her. She clenched her pussy tight, feeling the tension in her muscles increase, then release as she relaxed. She pulsed her muscles, slowly, exquisitely aware of her now damp yoga pants pressing on her clit.

  When Isabella moved to the front of the room again and began leading the class through a cool down, Chloe kept stealing glances at her through her lowered lashes. The woman was perfect, almost magical, and so sexy Chloe could barely wrap her head around the level of her own desire.

  When she heard her name being called as she was walking toward the locker room, Chloe was surprised to see Isabella beckoning her.

  “You are new here,” it was a statement, not a question. “You are very good, just too tense. You carry it here,” her hands grazed Chloe’s shoulders. “And here,” she pressed a palm into Chloe’s abdomen, just above her pubic bone, and Chloe gasped. “Stay for a minute, I’ll show you some stretches to relieve that tension and loosen up those tight hips.”

  Watching Isabella demonstrate stretches to open up her hips did nothing to reduce Chloe’s tension. Nor did it help when Isabella guided her through the stretches, her hands stroking along Chloe’s ass, and inside her thighs to show her where to tense and where to relax.

  By the time Chloe hit the locker room, all of the other women had left. She finished her shower quickly and was pulling on her clothes when Isabella came through and stripped naked on her way to the still steamy shower.

  Feeling more than a
little guilty, Chloe slowly crept along the lockers so she could see into the large shower area.

  Isabella’s body was even more amazing naked. Her skin was uniformly brown, with not a trace of a tan line. Her body was tight and firm, and even freed from the yoga top and sports bra, her tits were round and pointing upward. But her ass. Full rounded globes of beautiful ass topped her curvy thighs and Chloe watched the hot water pouring down Isabella’s body.

  She imagined her own hands spreading the soap over every inch of wet skin, then slowly rinsing off. Even after a shower, her cunt was soaking wet. She was going to have to go home and masturbate.

  As if reading her mind, Chloe’s own hand trailed down her body and her fingers slipped between her legs. She stood in the shower, stroking her pussy, little moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Chloe watched, unable to look away, as Isabella fingered herself under the steaming shower. When she came, she let out a soft cry and shuddered. Chloe quickly finished dressing and left as quietly as possible, not wanting Isabelle to know she’d been watching.

  When Chloe got home, she dumped her things and went straight to her room, stripping off her clothes as she went. She’d never been with a woman before, never really had the desire, but Isabella made her hot. Just thinking about her curvaceous ass in those yoga pants made Chloe want to touch herself. She threw herself across her bed and let her hands roam over her naked body as she recalled Isabella’s smooth brown skin in the shower. She tried to imagine her own fingers stroking Isabella’s hot body, slipping into her wet pussy and fingering her swollen clit to make her cum.

  She recalled Isabellas hands on her as she adjusted her posture. Her fingers, so supple, so light. Chloe imagined those fingers pinching her nipples, stroking her thighs, then plunging into her cunt over and over again.

  Finally, Chloe closed her eyes and gave in to fantasy.

  She could see Isabella as she was in yoga class. Her tight yoga pants sculpting her perfect body. Chloe approached told her how amazing she looked, how much she wanted to just stroke and kiss every inch of that perfect body.

  She started with Isabella’s smooth shoulders. Trailing her fingers along the brown skin, seeing the contrast with her own pale fingers. Then she let her lips follow her fingers. She kissed every single bit of exposed flesh before she moved down to Isabella’s perfect, perky tits.

  Chloe filled her hands with those magnificent globes, stroking and squeezing, feeling the nipples get hard under her touch. She rubbed her face between Isabella’s tits, enjoying the pillow softness of them. She kissed them, lifting them up to kiss the undersides as well. She let her tongue slide down Isabella’s tight belly, licking her belly button and tracing each outlined muscle.

  “Si, si,” Isabella breathed, “worship my body.”

  Chloe’s fingers teased her clit as she sank deeper into her fantasies. Her pussy was dripping wet and she was breathing hard.

  Her hands stroked over Isabella’s perfect ass, squeezing it, cupping it, kneading it in her hands. Then she kissed every inch of that bodacious booty, burying her face in the crack, feeling the material of Isabella’s yoga pants pressing against her skin. She pressed her face deeper, enjoying the feeling of Isabella’s strong ass cheeks surrounding her face.

  Chloe felt her pussy tighten as she imagined worshipping Isabella’s perfect body and ass. Her fingers slid over her wet lips and stroked her clit. She teased herself, not ready to cum yet. She was enjoying her fantasy too much and wanted to draw it out longer.

  She wondered what Isabella would taste like if she pulled her yoga pants off and tongued her ass. She inched the pants down, slowly exposing the perfectly brown skin, completely free of tan lines. She cupped Isabella’s cheeks, then spread them wide apart and slid her tongue down her ass crack, then finally to circle her asshole.

  Her tongue slithered over the puckered hole and Isabella moaned in pleasure. Chloe didn’t know how to please a woman, not really. She knew what she liked, and she knew she wanted her hands and mouth all over Isabella’s body, so that was where her imagination took her. She slid two fingers into Isabella’s tight snatch while she tongue fucked her asshole. Her own pussy was dripping wet, glistening with her excitement. Her clit ached and her pussy lips were swollen and puffy. She wanted to plunge her fingers inside her hole and fuck herself hard and fast, but she held back. She wanted to imagine pleasuring Isabella some more.

  Chloe remembered watching Isabella finger herself in the gym showers. She had let out tiny cries and a little shiver when she came. She wondered if Isabella would be that quiet outside the gym, or if she had been holding back in fear of being seen or heard. Just the thought of Isabella’s body under the hot spray of water, her fingers sliding against her pussy lips made Chloe shiver in pleasure. She got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

  Under the hot shower, Chloe let her hands roam her body. Her fingers found her swollen clit and teased. She braced her back against the wall and raised one foot up, spreading herself wide open and finger fucking her dripping cunt. The hot water streamed down her tits and over her body. She imagined Isabella on her knees in front of her, spreading her pussy wide open and tonguing her clit.

  Chloe came with a sudden intense rush, her pussy convulsed and twitched, and she cried out in pleasure. She reached for the shower massage and turned it on full blast, then directed the stream at her clit. Chloe could imagine holding Isabella like this, taking turns with the shower head, making each other cum. The shower massage brought her to another fast, hot orgasm, and Chloe finally felt satisfied.

  She couldn’t wait until tomorrow’s yoga class!

  The next day, chloe took a spot closer to the front of the class. When Isabella came in wearing bright blue yoga pants and a matching sport bra, Chloe sucked in her breath and tried not to blush. She was sure her pussy had gotten wet just from seeing Isabella.

  “Ay, mamacitas!” Isabella called out as she took the platform. She looked at Chloe and winked, “Welcome back!” Then she turned to the class and began the routine. Chloe was once again mesmerized by her every move. When Isabella came down to correct her posture, Chloe was certain she would see the growing wet spot on her own yoga pants. She fought back a shiver as Isabella’s hands moved over her body. After class, Isabella again asked her to stay. “OK” Chloe whispered as Isabella closed and locked the studio door.

  “You enjoyed class yesterday?” Isabella moved like a panther stalking prey. Smooth, sleek, easy. “Some women can take yoga from anyone, others, they need the touch of another woman to reach the deep parts inside of them and really learn to let go. Show me sun salutation.”

  Chloe quickly dipped into the beginning of a sun salutation while Isabella talked, walking around her in a circle. “You learned from a man, and now you find something missing. Something not right. You come to my class and suddenly, you feel strange things. Keep going, do it again, and again. And listen.Your body and your mind transform and it frightens you. Open your mind. Are you confused? Are you frightened? Yesterday, after class, you were still in the locker room when I showered. Did you like what you saw?”

  Chloe gasped and sat up, abandoning her sun salutation. “I… oh… I’m sorry… I just…” She was flustered, embarrassed, and didn’t know what to say.

  “Shhhh,” Isabella whispered. “Tell me what you imagined when you went home. All of it.”

  Incredibly, Chloe did exactly that. She told Isabella her fantasies. Everything she had imagined, every detail. When she was done, Isabella smiled.

  “You’ve never actually been with a woman, have you?”

  Chloe shook her head and Isabella continued. “I think you want to try. And I think you will like it. We start here, in the gym. In the shower. We will wash each other, get cleaned up. I want you to see and feel first hand what being close to another woman is like. If you are still curious, still desirous, we see where things go. Maybe we will go to my home and I will teach you how to please and be pleased by a woman.”

  She he
ld her hand out to Chloe and helped her stand. The two went to the locker room. Chloe watched as Isabella slowly removed her clothes, revealing her perfect body.

  “Now you,” Isabella gestured for Chloe to strip. Chloe took her clothes off in a daze, never looking away from Isabella as she took off each piece of clothing.

  “Que linda!” Isabella breathed, “Your skin is so smooth, so fair, you glow. Come, let’s shower.”

  Isabella led the way and got the water flowing steaming hot. She pulled Chloe under the hot spray. “First we get clean. Tocame. Touch me, Chloe. Just use your hands and wash my body.”

  She held up her arms and Chloe stepped in, her head in a fog. Chloe pumped liquid soap into her palms, then slowly soaped Isabella’s body. She was nervous at first. Her hands shook as she slid the soap over Isabella’s upturned arms and down to her tits. Soon, though, she lost herself in the feeling of Isabella’s perfect brown skin under her fingers. Her hands slipped and slid over Isabella’s body and Chloe gasped. This was so much better than she had fantasized.

  “My turn,” Isabella turned Chloe to face the wall and slowly soaped every inch of her body. She was not shy, her fingers slipped into Chloe’s ass crack, then into the folds of her pussy until Chloe was clean all over.