The Yogi

 

 

 

 

 He didn't know why he was there, yoga was suggested to him by his therapist and M wouldn't allow him rest.

She had found this nice gym that had this awesome yoga instructor according to her but he didn't see what all the hype was about.

Well, he was already there and was getting quite irritated by the tenuous registration process.

The gym administration was a pretty lady in her early twenties and definitely had a fit looking booty probably from endless squats. That relaxed him a little and her polite, vivacious personality was encouraging.

She introduced herself as Amaka and directed them to where they were to purchase their mats after handing over their membership cards.

"You see, it's not a very nice gym" M yelped out excitedly

"Well, it's not so bad" Jamaal responded indifferently

"At least the attendant is pretty" he continued, letting out a wry smile.

"Ashewo, better focus on getting better and don't ruin the poor girl's life with your huge something" M retorted and then giggled.

Jamaal and M had a kind of friendship envied by many. Their other mutual friends wondered how they were only besties. "You guys look so perfect together" was a statement they often heard and they disregarded with an indignant chuckle.

They had known each other for just over 2 years but it looked like they'd been friends forever, M always seem to know what he was thinking and how he felt. She always had the right words to say at every occasion and when to just be quiet and rub his head whilst he ranted about how the world was against him. She made him feel so needy in a good way and J, as she fondly called him was just the perfect guy even with all his imperfections.

Their spouses had learnt to tolerate their relationship but somehow it always came back to bite them, yet they refused to ruin their friendship by dating.

Jamaal had just go out of a pretty serious relationship and was having problems moving on, he was really hurt and M as the angel decided to sign him up for therapy which he reluctantly agreed to. He really didn't have the balls to turn down her intervention.

Now, at the gym house he was regretting not instilling his manly resolute again what he thought was a ridiculous solution to his grief. How the fuck was yoga supposed to take his mind off Leeyah who in invested his not so available emotions and finances in, he just had to give it a shot he mused as they approached the yoga class.

He was stopped in his track as he spotted an incredibly gorgeous instructor doing a crow pose. He estimated her height at 5'6, and her had long endless legs with a radiant skin tone. Her full butt in the yoga pants in that position was an incredible sight to behold, it caused a stir in his groin and when she stood upright, he knew he had met an angel.

She had a reddish tip at the edges of her full dark hair and scarlet full lips was undeniably inviting. She radiated elegance and sex appeal that made him forget his problems momentarily. M noticed his longing stare and nudged him out of his mystery to respond to the instructor's outstretched hand.

"... and the yoga classes are Friday evenings and Saturday mornings" he managed to grasp as he clasped her firm handshake.

"We also offer private classes at home" she continued...

At that point his mat fell awkwardly and he clumsily reached for it.

He started to say something but had to swallow hard and clear his airways before summoning halting "Sorry, I didn't catch your name" letting out his most charming boyish smile.

"Yvonne" she replied in a sultry voice that the thickest ice and returned his smile.

He felt his soul leave his body at this point. M, looked at him confused at his awkward behavior and then noticed his turgid erection.

She smacked his member as they trailed Yvonne to their spot and whispered to him

"Get a grip of yourself, don't embarrass me here you idiot!"

*To be continued*...