Yoga instructor part II

her eyes was full of raw lust and if given an opportunity, she would have simply grabbed my dick. The same thing continued for the next few days, where she would simply come and try and touch me or brush her arm purposely on my dick making it hard.

It was difficult for me to control the hardness and was concerned about the other participants in the class. I guess she was getting �sex-sadistic� pleasure out of this phew. One morning, I went to class as usual and was surprised to see no other student. I asked her and she said today I thought I will take a break and has no class so I SMS everyone did not you get my sms. I said No and she cursed the cell phone service provider.

Ok since you have come so why don�t we do some yoga, she smiled. We started and let me tell you that the classes are held on the top floor hall of a three-floor building with only one entrance. She moved swiftly and bolted the door. I saw that she was wearing a tighter pink yoga pants than usual and I could make out that there was no outline of her panty visible wow.

I knew something was on as she had purposely not worn her panty that morning. She said that you watch, as I will demonstrate some of my �asanas�. I nodded in affirmation. She started with the �Upavishta Konasana� which involved spreading of the legs wide, lifting of the legs and holding the toes with the hands. She did it with ballet dancer like dexterity. Her pussy outline was clearly visible.

I could make out its complete folds as if inviting me from the twinkle in her eye, she very well knew that she had been successful in making me horny. I could feel my dick stir. Then she started to do �Half Moon asana� which involved resting the right arm and leg on the ground and lifting the other two upwards. Her rounded ass and the pussy outline from sniffing distance made my dick stand-up.

I guess she was waiting for this opportunity. I desperately tried hiding the moments she saw my dick and motioning towards it said, �See I have