Page 39 of Unbelievable You

“That was a good class,” Stace said. “I really liked that arm balance thing.” I’d had feeling she would, which was why I put crow pose in the class. Not just for her, but because I tended to pull back from adding arm balances because so many yogis struggled and were intimidated by them. This was an intermediate class, but I didn’t want someone to leave feeling bad about themselves or their abilities.

“I’ll try to work more arm balances into my classes then,” I said.

Torrin looked back and forth at us before rolling up his mat. “Thanks for class. I might see you again this week. Depends.”

“I’m always happy to have you, Torrin,” I said, and he waved before heading to the locker room. Just me and Stace again. She waited as I cleaned up this time, asking me random yoga questions.

“If you want, I could make you up a sequence to work on arm balances, if that’s something you’re into,” I said as I cleaned the rental mats and stacked them in the back.

“Oh, that would be great. I’ll pay you for it, though.”

I did one last check of the room before grabbing my things and turning off the lights.

“No, you don’t have to do that. It’ll take me a few minutes. I might even have one kicking around on my laptop already.”

We walked together toward the locker room, our bodies bumping into each other a few times that I didn’t think was an accident. Even though she was sweaty, Stace still smelled amazing, and I smelled sweaty people on a regular basis. Her natural scent under soap and deodorant and laundry detergent was alluring. Made me want to lean closer to get more of it.

“That’s really kind of you, Hunter. Thanks.”

“Sure,” I said as she followed me to my locker.

“I should probably go shower,” she said, pulling her sweaty tank away from her skin and I tried not to stare too much. That was always a challenge with Stace when I was near her, especially when she wasn’t wearing much.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday?”

She beamed. “Can’t wait. Get home safe tonight.”

Stace always said that and I couldn’t lie. I liked it. Having someone who was thinking about me that way.

“You too,” I said, and she gave me a wave before vanishing around the corner.

The challenge now that she was out of my sight was not thinking about her stripping down and getting into the shower. Soaping up her naked body. Water pouring all over those muscles.

I rested my overheated forehead on the cool metal of the locker. “Shit,” I whispered to myself.

Desire thickened in my veins and concentrated in uncomfortable places. Stripping out of my clothes was torture as the fabric dragged across my skin. I went as fast as I could to get out of my yoga clothes and into another outfit to go home. I normally didn’t get that sweaty teaching but changing out of my yoga clothes was like leaving the office for the day. Taking off my uniform.

The lust wasn’t leaving my body anytime soon, so I rushed as quickly as I could to get out of there and back to my apartment where my vibrators lived. Not that I would need one right now because I was so close to the edge already.

What was it about Stace that sent me into overdrive? One minute I’d be wondering what I should have for dinner and the next I couldn’t see straight and was so wet that I was afraid someone would notice. It was so wrong, and I needed to get a handle on it before it got even worse.

My drive home was way too long and then I couldn’t find a parking space (what else was new) and ended up screaming and cursing more than I would have if I hadn’t needed to masturbate right fucking now.

For half a second, I thought about shoving my hand in my pants and going for it in the car, but with my luck, someone would walk by and see me.

At last, I made it up to my place and slammed the door, dropping my bags and then ripping my shirt and bra off. My nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds already and just brushing my fingers across them made me gasp. With one hand, I shoved down my sweatpants and underwear and stroked myself. Just one touch jolted me and nearly made my eyes roll back in my head.

What had come over me?

Most of the time I didn’t think about much of anything while I was getting myself off, but more and more images of Stace had invaded my mind while I was taking care of myself.

It was truly annoying.

Viciously I started circling my clit before shoving two fingers inside myself, thrusting as hard as I could. I needed to get off as quickly as possible so I could go on with my night.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned as I felt myself coiling tighter and tighter before that inevitable snap. At this point, there was nothing I could do about the lurid pictures of Stace that wouldn’t vacate my mind. Did it really matter what my brain did as long as I reached orgasm in the end?

As I cried out and rode the wave of my climax, I stopped thinking or caring about anything or anyone but the pleasure that rocketed through me until I slumped to the floor, my sweaty back still up against the door and my sweatpants tangled around my ankles.

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