Yoga
Yoga would be fun, they said. It would help you relax, they said. You'd meet a lot of interesting people, they said. Yeesh, the only thing interesting about this place is the peeling paint on the wall. This couldn't possibly get any more boring…
And boy were you right, as a late arrival changed your perspective of that place changed immediately. Pink hair and eyes? Hell yeah, you thought to yourself. And look at that ass jiggling in those tight, tight, mmmm-M, so tight yoga pants! And look at those tits! You could crack boulders with those things! Actually, in thinking about it, you wouldn't want her to crack anything with those. She might actually succeed.
The girl apologized for being late. The instructor excused her and she placed herself in front of you. Lucky bastard, I want a bombshell like her in front of me in yoga class, too. The instructor said something about a dog and everyone else did what they were supposed to, with you following suit. But the last thing you wanted to do was focus on yoga. That ass in front of you was entrancing. If the room weren't filled with twenty other people, you'd grab a hold no matter the consequences. And sooner than you realized the class was over. The girl was packing up her things, bending over as she did, giving you no more reason not to go for it. You grabbed her right butt cheek fiercely. She jumped, turning around to see you, no shame in your eyes whatsoever. You were expecting a slap or a call for help but instead you got a grip on your crotch. It wasn't a hard, painful grip but the kind a girl gives a guy just to tease him. She ran her hand across your crotch, not once breaking eye contact with you. She had that hypnotic smirk girls wear when they know you can't resist them. Your mouth was involuntarily open. She says she had to get revenge, didn't she?
Then she asked for your name. You tell her, not because you want to but because you can't not tell her. She tells you hers and pushes you onto your yoga mat. She slowly lowers herself onto you, the full weight of her body now on you. She says she likes to know the names of the people she fucks. You can't quite process what's happening. And just then your brain gets a lot more to process as she touches your crotch with her knee. She tells you, no, commands you to take off your pants. You do, and as you look back at her she's sitting on her knees, her hands behind her back. Her chest is on full display. Then she starts popping her breasts up and down using her pectoral muscles. But the movement isn't small, like usual. Her breasts are actually bouncing up and down as if she were jumping. She says she's trained to do this for ten years with the same amount of weight. She then tells you she's just turned 22. She stops for a second and pushes you down. She tells you she's going to put her skills to the test tonight.