wouldn’t have expected you to be doing any of this.”
She nodded thoughtfully. I wondered if I’d struck the right chord. I wanted to keep her a little off-balance, unsure of what I really thought. I could see that she remained skeptical that I believed her, but I could also tell that she really wanted the opportunity to torment me with her latest misdeeds. Probing further whether or not I was convinced would conflict with that goal.
She smiled. “Well, this one wasn’t really a date.”
“Neither were the first two.”
“True,” she acknowledged. “But at least I got dressed up, went over to their places. This was more an appointment. I, um, paid for it.”
“You paid someone for sex?”
After this was all over I was going to need to teach her some serious negotiation skills.
“Well, not for sex. For his time. I needed a certain expertise.”
“Expertise?”
“Well, it was a little scary for me. I’d never done it. And it was something you specifically said I should learn about.”
I replayed our fight in my mind. What had I said? Then it struck me.
“You found an anal expert? What, a proctologist?”
She scowled. “Don’t be fatuous, Kellen. It was really a scary thought. A big, hard dick entering me there.”
“I’m sorry. I admit, it does seem daunting. So what did you do?”
She hesitated, again trying to gauge my seriousness.
“Well, I knew it would require relaxation. Deep breathing. Stretching.”
I looked her over again. “Your yoga instructor?”
She smiled. “Yes. I scheduled a private session with Raj. And when he asked if there was anything I particularly wanted to work on, I told him.”
“That must have made his day.”
She shook her head. “No. He said it would be inappropriate. But I managed to convince him otherwise. I told him I’d be a good pupil. That I’d do anything, everything he said. See, I am learning what men want, aren’t I?”
I nodded, suddenly dry mouthed. She seemed pleased to get that reaction out of me.
She continued, “Raj said he didn’t have a lot of experience either, but he really seemed to know what he was doing. He took me into the hot yoga studio. Do you know what that is?”
I nodded again. The idea of doing exercise in a hot, humid environment had always struck me as a little crazy. Like courting a heart attack. But I could see the attraction for this sort of activity. Hot, sweaty, relaxing.
“We stripped off our clothes. I think he wasn’t sure I was serious until I got completely naked for him. He has an amazing body.”
“Is he bigger than me too?”
She laughed. “No, actually not…”
I shuddered slightly. That answer, actually did more to confirm the truth of her story than anything else. Surely a fable would have involved yet another enormous phallus to taunt me.
“…thankfully for what we were doing. But he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Just, long, lean muscle. Everywhere.
“We laid out some towels and he led me through a bunch of stretching and breathing. I know I was supposed to be focused on my respiration, but I couldn’t help looking over at him. At his sexy body. At his cock, slowly swelling, thinking of it being inside me.”
“He seems to have been distracted too.”
She smiled. “He did seem, um, interested. He asked me if I wanted to go on, and when I told him I did, he rolled me onto my stomach. He had brought some oils. He gave me a massage. My shoulders, my back, my bum. Then he had me stretch again. Cobra. Then Downward Dog.”
I shuddered at the image of it. Joanie, naked, sweating, oil covered, her ass high in the air. Watching sexy women doing yoga is an instant boner for me, even clothed. So many of the positions are inherently sexual. The rest invite one to imagine those long, flexible limbs twisted, wrapped…. I took a deep breath. There was a limit to the satisfaction I was going to give her.
Still, she’d seen. Her grin widened as she continued, “He slid his hand
She nodded thoughtfully. I wondered if I’d struck the right chord. I wanted to keep her a little off-balance, unsure of what I really thought. I could see that she remained skeptical that I believed her, but I could also tell that she really wanted the opportunity to torment me with her latest misdeeds. Probing further whether or not I was convinced would conflict with that goal.
She smiled. “Well, this one wasn’t really a date.”
“Neither were the first two.”
“True,” she acknowledged. “But at least I got dressed up, went over to their places. This was more an appointment. I, um, paid for it.”
“You paid someone for sex?”
After this was all over I was going to need to teach her some serious negotiation skills.
“Well, not for sex. For his time. I needed a certain expertise.”
“Expertise?”
“Well, it was a little scary for me. I’d never done it. And it was something you specifically said I should learn about.”
I replayed our fight in my mind. What had I said? Then it struck me.
“You found an anal expert? What, a proctologist?”
She scowled. “Don’t be fatuous, Kellen. It was really a scary thought. A big, hard dick entering me there.”
“I’m sorry. I admit, it does seem daunting. So what did you do?”
She hesitated, again trying to gauge my seriousness.
“Well, I knew it would require relaxation. Deep breathing. Stretching.”
I looked her over again. “Your yoga instructor?”
She smiled. “Yes. I scheduled a private session with Raj. And when he asked if there was anything I particularly wanted to work on, I told him.”
“That must have made his day.”
She shook her head. “No. He said it would be inappropriate. But I managed to convince him otherwise. I told him I’d be a good pupil. That I’d do anything, everything he said. See, I am learning what men want, aren’t I?”
I nodded, suddenly dry mouthed. She seemed pleased to get that reaction out of me.
She continued, “Raj said he didn’t have a lot of experience either, but he really seemed to know what he was doing. He took me into the hot yoga studio. Do you know what that is?”
I nodded again. The idea of doing exercise in a hot, humid environment had always struck me as a little crazy. Like courting a heart attack. But I could see the attraction for this sort of activity. Hot, sweaty, relaxing.
“We stripped off our clothes. I think he wasn’t sure I was serious until I got completely naked for him. He has an amazing body.”
“Is he bigger than me too?”
She laughed. “No, actually not…”
I shuddered slightly. That answer, actually did more to confirm the truth of her story than anything else. Surely a fable would have involved yet another enormous phallus to taunt me.
“…thankfully for what we were doing. But he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Just, long, lean muscle. Everywhere.
“We laid out some towels and he led me through a bunch of stretching and breathing. I know I was supposed to be focused on my respiration, but I couldn’t help looking over at him. At his sexy body. At his cock, slowly swelling, thinking of it being inside me.”
“He seems to have been distracted too.”
She smiled. “He did seem, um, interested. He asked me if I wanted to go on, and when I told him I did, he rolled me onto my stomach. He had brought some oils. He gave me a massage. My shoulders, my back, my bum. Then he had me stretch again. Cobra. Then Downward Dog.”
I shuddered at the image of it. Joanie, naked, sweating, oil covered, her ass high in the air. Watching sexy women doing yoga is an instant boner for me, even clothed. So many of the positions are inherently sexual. The rest invite one to imagine those long, flexible limbs twisted, wrapped…. I took a deep breath. There was a limit to the satisfaction I was going to give her.
Still, she’d seen. Her grin widened as she continued, “He slid his hand
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