Sasha got off her reformer and walked over to her mat. She slipped off her shirt and her leggings. She was only dressed in a sports bra, and a pair of thong panties.
Sitting on her mat, she placed her hands by her sides, and slowly began to curl her body, first up off of the mat, and then, slowly, she began to pull her legs back between her arms. She continued the move until her body was through her arms and she doing a handstand. Now she arched her back and brought her toes down until they were touching the top of her head.
“This movement is called the Scorpion Handstand, fitting for Arizona, don’t you think?”
But she wasn’t done yet, now she bent her arms and moved her body forward over her hands, Rick could tell this move required a great deal of upper body strength. But she wasn’t finished yet. Seeming like she was split in two parts, she dropped closer to the floor as if she were going to do a push up and then twisted her lower body until she was able to bring one leg in front of her right arm and the other leg over the same arm and lock her legs together at her ankles by bringing the lower leg over the upper leg.
All this time her head was held high, she smiled looking him straight in the eye as she maintained the pushup position.
“This is called the Eight-Angle Pose. It’s not for the weak of heart or body.
To Rick, she looked like she had tied herself into a knot. But he watched as she untangled herself, the only parts of her body touching the ground were her hands.
Her final trick was to do a perfect handstand and then do ten pushups as well. When she was done, she brought her feet forward, arching her back until her feet touched the mat on either side of her head and stood up. By this time, Rick was so overwhelmed by her strength and conditioning that his erection was practically ripping through his shorts. He turned his back to her in a futile attempt to hide his obvious arousal.
He was not even aware that she had walked up behind him until she reached around him, grabbed his erection in her hand and began to nibble on his ear.
“This is why I don’t have coed classes. Half of my students would take one look at you and turn their head in disgust; while the other half would all but forget about what I’m teaching them and focus their attention only on this.”
Sasha gave it a playful squeeze. She could feel the small tremble as it traveled up his body.
“Enough of this playing hard-to-get, I’m not waiting a second longer; you are mine.”
She turned him around until he was facing her, placed her hands on either side of his head, and kissed him; her tongue invading his mouth seeking out his. Rick’s arms slowly encircled her body, firmly pulling her even closer against his own. One hand slid down her backbone, coming to rest on her uncovered butt cheek, and held it tightly. He felt her glute tense, spreading his grip, making it tougher to hold and impossible to squeeze.
Sasha ended their kiss, looked him in the eyes, and smiled. She had him now, he was completely under her spell, and there was no turning back. Her hands slide down his chest, down along his sides, until she found the bottom of his shirt. With a quick upward movement, she pulled the tee-shirt upward until he was forced to release his grip, his arms became entrapped by his own shirt.
Suddenly he sensed that she was no longer standing in front of him, and then he felt her hands grip the waistband of his gym shorts and pull them down his legs, over his knees until they dropped to the floor. Seconds later, he felt the grip of her hand around the base of his manhood and the unmistakable sensation of being engulfed by her sensuous mouth.
Rick, after several more seconds of struggling, finally removed his shirt, freeing his arms. Looking downward, his gaze captured her deep blue unblinking eyes, returning his gaze, seemingly smiling up at him in triumph, as her mouth and tongue brought him ever closer to the point of no return. His hands moved to the sides her head, not to hold her fast against her will, but rather to keep himself from falling backward.
The feeling was like nothing he had ever felt before. Sure, he had had oral before with his previous girlfriends; but this was different, the others had been doing it almost as a chore, something they felt they had to do. With Sasha, he felt as if she was making love to it as if it were a being separate and apart from his body. A low moan escaped his mouth as he began to lose control. “I’m going to cum,” he uttered, almost in a whisper, “I’m gonna cum.”
Her hands got a firm grasp of his butt, just as his hands made a feeble attempt to pull her head off of him. She took him deeper into her mouth as she felt the first of a series of contractions and her mouth was filled with his essence. She held him long after the contractions had ceased, her eyes still watching his rapture slowly turn to a sense of calm and contentment.
When his eyes finally opened, he looked down at her, their eyes met, and no words needed to be spoken. Sasha reluctantly allowed him to remove himself from her mouth, her lips clinging around him as if acting on their own. She stood, this time it was Rick who kissed her deeply and held her in a tight embrace.
When they ended their embrace, Sasha bent over quickly rolled up his mat, took his still evident arousal in her hand, and led him across the room until they were standing next to her mat. Then, she unrolled his mat over hers, and lowered her body gently pulling him down over her.
“Now it’s my turn,” Rick whispered as he moved backward until he was kneeling between her legs.
Sasha quickly curled her body off the mat, grabbed hold of her sports bra in a crosshanded movement, and pulled it up and off of her body. Rick watched as her stomach turned from a smooth flat plane of sensuous white skin, with a cute inward belly button, to a symmetrical series of eight rectangles of hard, well-developed muscles, four on each side of a line that connected her lower body to a spot just below the middle of her breasts.