sabina21: another story for the next week.
Guest (1): nothing currently but if you've got any ideas I'm open to suggestion.
kera69love: pretty much, I've heard of this stuff happening though so yeh it was an interesting one to write out. But yes every guy admires a rack.
starmariofan4: no he's not the type but in that case he was having a freak out due to the circumstances and it didn't help that he could barely remember the night nor the fact that the girl left it implied that they had. So no he's not the cheating type but he is the type to confess and be real with Usagi on things that happen with him.
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Downward facing dog
Drabble 442
Mamoru POV
I picked up my mat and bag from the gym upstairs. Getting in a session of martial arts is always nice. I already had my protein shake and am on my way to Usagi yoga class. She does the mixed martial arts on the other days so she can keep up with the yoga and stay flexible. I walk in and see the layers of ladies with spandex and crop tops. Some half showing their breasts, looking for guys that are coming out of my class and the rest too focused on the yoga to give a glance at anything other than the count.
Like my Usagi. In a tree position she counts with the instructor who, I hate to say, has some actual muscle to him, and has the attention of half the females in the room. Swooning over him like cats in heat. I see Usagi though, in the midst of her count and not letting it falter lest she falter in her position. I'm actually earlier than usual. My class for some reason always began nearly 15 minutes late.
Turns out the instructor had to drop his kid off to class those days and she was sick this time so his wife is tending to her so this time he was punctual and was able to let us out on time. This I notate since half the class is still here for yoga. That's when the positions change from the tree to the warrior position. I decided to take a seat off to the side and watch the last bit of the class play out.
Grabbing a bottle of water I see some of the ladies scoff a bit and wonder why when I see the yoga instructor, the oddly muscled one, paying a little extra attention to Usagi. I look back and forth and see Usagi focused on the position and not noticing that the instructor was paying her extra attention. This was however brought to her attention when the ladies scoffed louder and called the instructor over.
Usagi stayed in position as did the rest of the class while the whinny ladies tried to push their breasts together to get his attention. I took one look and couldn't help but laugh a bit. I'm not one to judge on fake breasts by any means, whatever makes you feel confident and beautiful, it's your decision to do with your body what you please or what makes you feel good. I've had several doctoral colleagues tell me that some of their breast patients who've lost them due to health ailments get breast implants to feel 'normal' again.
I've heard stories about women who have lost them due to breast cancer and other health issues so I have no issues with getting something considered 'cosmetic' done to help a woman feel the way she wants to feel for herself again. If anything I encourage what a woman wants to do for HERSELF as long as it's for herself and not for an attention grabbing gimmick to get a guy to look at her…or woman, I don't judge.
This however…I sighed after the near laugh as the fake breasted women pushing these fakes nearly out of the sports bras that were looking at least a size too small to the point that I was willing to put money down on who popped out first. The yoga instructor was nearly ignoring them and their failed attempts to get his attention as he realized he wasn't 'really' needed and was just being pulled away from his goal: Usagi.
Now they were getting into the second warrior positions. He was going around the room again when, what I'm dubbing them as, the whining sisterhood of the fake double D's, complains that they're not getting the position. He comes back over, clearly a tad annoyed at this point as they begin to try to get his hands on them. That's when I notice a few of them have wedding rings on their fingers.
In fact…as I check them all, they ALL have wedding rings on. I'm now a bit disgusted by this display.
"But Tony I'm not getting this."
The bleach blonde who looks like she came fresh out of the fake tanning booth goes a pitch higher in her vocals for his attention. He helps her get into position when another fake blonde who's hair is so badly blonde that it's looking white and she's definitely not old enough to have natural white hair.
She begins to caress his muscles a bit, "Oh Tony such big muscles, it's so nice to have such a strong guy as our instructor. Did you like the smoothie machine we sent you?"
Her overly eagerness is so apparent I don't know who to feel worse for, their husbands who put up with them or with them for being so apparent and pathetic to get this guy's attention. He looks at her.
"Yes Melissa I did…and thank you." Though he looks unamused. I have a feeling their trying to buy his attention since the fake crap isn't working out to well,
"Oh…," the third of the gaggle of ladies spots me. Crap. I can't help but gulp a bit as this one who's got dark brunette hair whipped up in a pony tail and has obviously spent a good half hour perfecting the angle and look she is going for comes up to me.
"Hey handsome," she smiles a good 'yummy' smile at me. Nope. Not happening.
"Hey, sorry I hope I didn't interrupt your session, I'm just waiting on my girlfriend," I tell her, pointing to Usagi. Her face drops.
'"Wait, her?" she nearly snips on automatic.
"Yeah…why?" I ask, then nearly facepalm for asking why. These ladies don't seem like the type to like Usagi even with her personality.
"Cause she's got Tony wrapped around her little finger and for whatever reason he seems to like her."
The HER was said with a sense of disgust and bewildering wonderment at the same time, like she was a zoo exhibit that took the attention away from them. Honestly I was a bit offended for her.
"I'm sure he's not wrapped around her finger," I try to console her.
"You don't get it, we've been after him for over a month now. Buying him things, showing him what he can have with us…," she adjusts the straps of her sports bra.
I blurt the question out before I can think it through, "But don't you have husbands?"
She looks at me as if to talk down to a child. "Oh honey, so simple minded. Of course we do, but after sending the kids to boarding school and the hubby's at work we have nothing else except for Tony," her hand goes over her heart as if swooning.
"Yeah that does answer my question," I tell her as she scoffs. "You're married and you're after another man that's probably not that interested in you."
She snaps a look at me, "You say married as if that should mean something. Let me tell you something honey, marriage for us is like a job required that we don't follow. Our husbands have nice trophy wives to take out, pay for expensive things on, we have Tony…the yoga instructor that we have heard can give it good and rough which is what we want…and if we have to share no problem there."
My mouth drops a bit at her words.
"So you don't care about your marriages or even your kids but this guy you move stuff for?" I am bewildered at this point.
She laughs at me, "You're one of those innocent types." She puts her hand on my shoulder that I desperately want to knock off as she tells me, "We care about the kids when their not dragging our names through the mud, we care about the marriage to a degree especially since we were forced to sign pre-nups." She rolls her eyes at that. "So he…," pointing to this Tony guy, "Is all we have."
She walks away as I'm left flabbergasted that these types of people still exist.
"This is just too cliché even for me," I mutter as I watch for a second time that Tony finds a way to touch my girlfriend on her hips. Especially now that they're in the downward facing dog position. Hands on her hips he pushes them upward for better 'alignment' while I huff about now. They must have switched up positions when that lady was talking to me.
It's when his hands drift just a bit that I see Usagi shifting away from the contact. I see it so subtly that he probably doesn't notice it. Yet I do. I know my girlfriend when she gets uncomfortable. His hands start to grip around her hips tighter as he directs the class and just as he begins to press himself near her I can't deal with it anymore. I stand up and go up to them as he tells them to breathe in and out.
I grab his hand from her hip and bend it just enough to allow him to get the message yet not so much as to hurt him. "I think that some of the others in here might need your 'attention'. My girlfriend is doing okay. I've seen her in this position more times than you'll ever know and believe me, she's well versed in it." I give him a small glint. A small smirk of the innuendo that's present in those words.
Getting said hint he says, "Alright class ease up on the positions." The rest of them follow suit and stand upright. Usagi is barely standing two inches from him. He's that close to her, "Good work out today Usagi."
I can tell he wants to say more but is less inclined after the subtle warning I gave him. Especially after I noticed him shaking off my earlier grip.
"Did you have to do that?" she asks more factually than to defend him.
I smirk. "Don't tell me it didn't turn you on. Not especially after he was trying to hit on you," I tell her as the class leaves out. Even he packs his gear and stuff up.
"Maybe…I'm just glad someone caught on. Last week he did the same thing to me and my subtle smack to the hand didn't do the warning enough."
I frown, "Why didn't you tell me?"
She smiles, "Cause one he's really harmless in the end and secondly…look what it gives us."
I look around and see an empty room. I see Usagi go to the door and lock it, "There's no other class in here for another half hour. Think we can make use of it till then?"
Getting into the mindset and still feeling pumped from earlier I take her hand and pull her over to a set of room separating apparatuses and use them to block the view of us as I pull up on her sports bra, revealing her taut breasts and begging nipples.
She pulls at my t-shirt that I nearly shove off at this point and then gets to work on my pants as I pull at her yoga's. In a minute flat she's on her back on the wood floor of the studio and opens her legs up for me to come between. I don't waste any time and plunge into her. Her cries for more get louder, as she wraps her legs around my waist. I push up on my hips and push in faster letting her feel me even deeper.
She grasps onto me as I continue to urgently press myself into her. I see her breasts bouncing away as we've stripped our clothes off at this point. Her nipples are hard and are peaking out, begging for attention. I massage them till she grunts from the pleasure of it. Then as if that wasn't enough, I feel her flexing her legs higher up around me. As if trying to pull me in deeper into her.
Her heels digging into my backside, pressing me onward as I grunt from the effort and effortlessly continue to thrust forward, enjoying the feeling of her muscles wrapped around me as I bury myself within her. I go at it slowly wanting to savor this experience on the floor we're on. I know it's a public place but still, there's a certain thrill to this that makes me want to enjoy it even more so than before.
Especially when I have her tight heat wrapped around me. Sucking me in as she works to keep it going as I do. I can't imagine anything better than her or being with her. This is pure heaven to me and nothing will be changing my mind about that. So when she goes to shift positions I quickly take the lead. Twisting us both around, she's nearly at the opposite end of me as her leg is looped over my shoulder.
Her other leg is between mine as I curl mine up and over her other one. Her hands are on my rear, slapping it every so often, giving me grunting sensations as I grip her leg and waist to press her onto me with each thrust we make against each other. Both of us worked to press the other into each other. Both of us loving every second were stealing out of this place to make love once more…in a long line of many mores.
She looked over to me, her eyes blazing with passion and love as she pulled on my rear to push me deeper into her. Her vocals get louder on each impact. I pulled her down on me time and time again. her sounds got increasingly louder and more provocative. I knew she was about to come but I wanted to step things up a bit. Pulling her into me once more, a deep grinding stroke that made her head fall back I flipped us both around once more.
I knew I was confusing her, but I didn't care. As she was on her stomach complaining that I was out of her I pulled her back against me and before she could react I slammed home. My front connected intimately with her backside as I hooked my arms around her, holding her to me, anchoring me to her as I began to pound into her hard. She reaches back, grasping at my butt as she tries to pull me in deeper.
Unable to stop myself I jam my cock into her. She cries out, her legs snap up and wrap themselves around my backside. I can feel her little heels digging in, pressing me to go deeper, harder and faster into her. I arch my back and jerk my hips onto her over and over again. I can't stop and I don't want to stop. I can feel my cum rising from the base of my cock and right when I'm ready to explode I feel Usagi clamp down and hear her scream.
It's music to my ears especially as my member presses down and explodes right when I feel her juices covering me. I can literally feel the veins in my cock pumping her full of my seed. Her arched back pressing her breasts upward as I pump the last of myself into her.
"Mamo…" she whimpers as I grunt her name, "Usagi…"
We begin to slow down as the orgasm fades from us both leaving us panting in the room. It's not till several minutes pass by that I dismount and lay next to her.
"That was…," I begin catching my breath.
"Amazing…," Usagi finishes for me as she lays herself on the ground next to me. I look at her. She's so beautiful, nothing fake about her. No wonder why the yoga instructor liked her above the others, there's nothing fake or plastic about her.
"Okay I can't blame him too much now but still a little bit." That earns a 'huh?' expression from Usagi before I laugh it off. "No worries I just realized that I get where your instructor is coming from."
She gives me a, "I'm sorry?"
I smile, "He prefers a real woman to the fake crap that those other ladies were sporting around him."
She laughs at this, "It doesn't stop him from accepting their pricey gifts."
I nod, "Still though I get it."
She rolls her eyes at me as I laugh and enjoy the moment, knowing we're going to have to leave.