Yolanda’s Yoga Class

“Just relax into it,” Yolanda said, sliding her hands down Diana’s
body. The yoga class was over, and nearly everyone else had left.
Yolanda’s long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her skin
was covered with a thin film of sweat, making her leotard stick to her
body. “Very good,” she said. She moved her hand up Diana’s thigh,
helping her into position.

“It’s no use,” Diana said. “My body just doesn’t move that way.” She
stood up, and as she did, Yolanda’s hand moved the rest of the way up
her leg and collided with her cunt. Yolanda smiled, feeling the sweat
and heat dripping through the thin fabric of her workout clothes. She
rubbed Diana’s pussy, feeling her thighs trembling, more from the
arousal than from the yoga session.

“Like I said, you just have to relax,” Yolanda said. She kept moving
her hand back and forth over Diana’s pussy, massaging the folds,
feeling them swell under the fabric. Diana’s eyes closed and she
moaned softly through parted lips. “Yeah, just like that,” Yolanda
purred. Her fingers slid under Diana’s panties, stroking along the wet
lips of her cunt.

Diana’s body relaxed into Yolanda’s arms, and soon the women were
kissing, running their hands over each other’s bodies. Yolanda was fit
and toned, with small breasts and big round nipples that poke through
her leotard as Diana squeezed them.

They fell together onto the mat, wiggling out of their confining
leotards. Diana kissed her way down Yolanda’s supple body and began to
lick her pussy. Yolanda moaned in pleasure as Diana found her clit and
wiggled her tongue back and forth over it. The yoga instructor slowly
drew her legs up, allowing Diana easier access to her dripping cunt.
She was folded nearly in half, demonstrating her amazing flexibility,
and then hooked her feet behind her neck. In that position, her cunt
was wide open, and Diana lapped eagerly at the dripping juices.

With her legs curled up so high, Diana was able lick Yolanda’s stuff
clit while she fingered her pussy and her asshole. It wasn’t long
before Yolanda was rocking back and forth in ecstasy, her pussy and ass
clenching around Diana’s fingers. Diana sat back on her knees, licking
her fingers clean and smiling as Yolanda rubbed her breasts and cunt,
coming back down from her orgasm.

“See, now that’s how you relax,” Yolanda said, smiling at her student.
“Let me show you.” They kneeled and began to kiss again, Yolanda’s
hands traveling all over Diana’s body, tracing her curves and kneading
slightly to massage her muscles. Diana lay back on the mat and Yolanda
continued her massage, moving her mouth down to suck on Diana’s nipples
as her hands slid between Diana’s legs.

There was a small wet spot on the mat as Yolanda rubbed Diana’s cunt.
Diana trembled and moaned in pleasure as Yolanda kept stimulating her
clit. She had a series of small orgasms, bucking and moaning each
time, coming off the mat. Yolanda guided her up so her back was
arched, her feet planted firmly on the mat.

“I told you all you had to do was relax,” Yolanda breathed, planting
her mouth on Diana’s pussy and sucking firmly on her clit as though it
were her nipple. Diana gasped and came long and hard, and then
collapsed onto the mat.

“I guess you were right,” Diana said, laughing. She sat up and kissed
Yolanda, licking her juices off her yoga instructor’s face. “Now maybe
we should just do this before class next time. I’ll be the most
relaxed person there.”