It has been two days of straight rain, a good day to go get heated up in small 110* room with 20 other sweaty bodies. I roll the mat out in my usual spot not many people there yet, lots of space. Then in walks “Ashley,” She surveys the room and then rolls her mat right next to mine. Ashley is quite distracting to me, not good when I am there to focus. She is maybe, MAYBE, 22 and just stunningly pleasing to the eye. She has a face that is kind of off, her nose a bit long, I love it; it adds so much character. Her neck is elongated and leads strikingly into her remarkable body, her ass is the perfect roundness, I just wanted to reach over and spank it and it leads to her equally nice thighs, which are not skinny, but voluptuous, they match her ass. Her mid-drift is quite pleasing too, the belly area is not all tight and over worked, but lean with softness and of course she dons simple navel ring. She has this all over brown skin, no doubt from a tanning booth, but looks hot nonetheless. Today she was wearing a black sports bra confining and squishing her rather large sized breasts and tiny loose fitting, green (my favorite color) racing shorts with stripes up the side. I am already thinking that I am going to be able to see right up those loose fitting shorts and the mental distraction begins.

I drift into thoughts of what Ashley might smell like, what she would sound like while being fucked—would she moan, pant, whimper, maybe she’s a screamer. I bet she would look so hot in a confining yoga pose all tied down and tied up, strewn on my big bed. I wonder what she tastes like. I wonder if she has tasted another woman on her lips before. I think to myself, where are these thoughts coming from, I am here to focus, meditate. Her navel ring glints a sparkle to my eye, her belly so soft, her ass so round. God to be 22 again.

We begin our series; I instantly get reprimanded for not having the proper focus. I try to snap my mind into where it needs to be, and it remains there for awhile too. We are all working hard getting exceedingly wet from the heat and sweat. Then it is time for the standing bow pose, which I am pretty good at, if it were not for Ashley’s perfect physique taunting me. In this pose the leg is pulled up, back and then toward the head with one arm and the opposite arm outstretched toward the front and then you charge your body forward with leg kicking up in the back toward y our head. This is when I could absolutely not control my fixation of Ashley. I glanced over her browned thighs glistening with sweat, as drips off, forming a pool at her pink toenails. I try not to, but I am weak, I follow the curve of her thigh up higher, to that ass, ohh that ass. Of course as I had suspected I could see right into those lose fitting shorts straight to the honey pot. It was shadowed and I think there were panties, but it was hard to really tell because of the way the silhouette fell from her thigh onto her pussy. I am all lost in Ashley, then all of sudden, again, I am being scolded for my improper posture and lack of discipline. Boy, if yoga master only knew my true lack of discipline.