It was Friday and just like every Friday, Rachel delivered a morning community class covering yoga and stretching. The program was publicly funded and enabled local seniors, housewives and young moms to participate in some healthy exercise during the daylight hours.
The sessions were conducted in an open air rotunda at a council park. Rachel herself had identified the location and it was perfect. A little shelter from the rain, but open-walls to enable everyone to smell the fresh air and enjoy views of the trees and greenery. The floorspace might have been a little small, but everyone managed to fit somehow, even it was sometimes a little cramped and the mats overlapped.
Rachel always arrived well before the clients and used the time to review the exercise plan that she’d prepared earlier. No-one was ever there to watch, so she quickly slipped out of her tee shirt and squeezed into her tight white lycra top. She loved the feeling of the cool breeze on her small breasts and changing her top in the open air was always part of her ritual. Most instructors dressed in the fashion of tight fitting yoga wear but Rachel preferred loose and breezy traditional garments on her bottom half, like they traditionally wore in the Mauryan era. Without underwear Rachel could revel in the sensation of the fresh air on her pussy and ass as she demonstrated the poses.
Rachel rolled out her mat near the centre of the rotunda for a little meditation while she waited for the first participants to arrive. She sat cross legged, closed her eyes and waited. And waited. And waited. No one was coming. Maybe the day was too hot? Surely she had the right day of the week.
Her mind wandered as she sat alone. She had turned thirty-five recently, but she still felt young, especially in the company of the older crowd who came. She lamented about still being single, but she was sure that love would come her way eventually.
After some time, Rachel recognised the familiar crackling sound of tyres on loose stones as a car pulled up on the verge. She arose ready to welcome her guests but a man stepped out of the car. Unusual. The class was invariably all women.
Her heart sank when she realised it was a young fire officer in his breeches and helmet coming to do an inspection. But on the positive side, he was attractive and
Rachel couldn’t help but stare as he made his way toward the rotunda with a determined gait hauling a muscular frame.
“Yes ma’am, we inspect all council properties once a year. It’s a public space, it has a roof, and wood is a combustible material. So as the regulations say, test and tag once a year.” He fumbled with a plastic sleeve that was attached to one of the posts.
“That’s strange,” he mumbled.
“What’s that?”
“My log says that this structure is due for inspection, but someone’s already been here and tagged it. I guess they forgot to log it.”
“I see. What does that mean?”
“It means good news for me,” he beamed. “Because now I’m ahead of schedule and I’ve got spare time before my next job.”
“Why don’t you do a class with me then?” offered Rachel. “It’s free. You’ll be the only one. Personal attention! I don’t know where all my regular students have gotten to.”
“They’re probably making the most of the public holiday,” grinned the young man.
“Oh of course,” Rachel clicked. “Silly me – there was not meant to be a class. You’ll have to stay and do a session with me now, or my morning will just have been wasted. My name’s Rachel.”
“Hi Rachel, I’m Josh,” replied the handsome fireman with twinkling eyes. “Honestly, I’ve never done this sort of thing before.” Rachel studied him, liking what she saw. He had short red hair in a military cut and a trim moustache which accentuated his square jaw. But the most impressive aspect was his muscular body. He looked good enough to feature in the Fireman’s calendar – Rachel made a mental note to buy one.
“It’ll be a cinch for you and those big muscles of yours,” teased Rachel and she gave his bicep a little squeeze. The very touch of him made her excited and she could feel her body tingling in anticipation. She bit her lip as her eyes wandered over his fitted tee shirt, but then she noted his stiff calico trousers. “But you can’t do the class in those heavy work pants. What else have you got?”
He had nothing else, but he assured Rachel that he didn’t mind proceeding in his briefs. Rachel blushed at the suggestion, and said that she would look away.
But she had no such intention. She watched deliberately as Josh let his fingers slide down his tee and unbuckled the front of the fire retardant pants. Josh kept his eyes locked on Rachel as he unzipped the fly and drew the waistband to the ground. He stood back up and alternately stepped on his own heels to prise his feet out of each boot and then stepped out of the stiff trousers that remained crumpled on the floor.
Rachel couldn’t believe her luck. He was clearly younger than her – maybe 25. His gray boy-leg briefs exhibited the solid bulge of his manhood, and Rachel could make out distinct muscles on his thighs and calves as she gazed down to his socks. He lifted his tee a little and Rachel made out the creases on his abs and the gorgeous triangle of muscles pointing down into his pubis. Her ass quivered a little with nerves.
“Sorry, I don’t have another mat to offer you,” apologised Rachel.
“No problem,” replied Josh. “We’re trained tough in the force.”
Rachel bit her lip and sighed. His hands gently brushed at his groin and she discerned that he had subtly rearranged the position of his cock. While her eyes looked directly into his, the focus of her mind was actually on his pants, and from the corner of her eye she could make out the head of his penis, obvious through the thin fabric. It made her gasp a little and she could feel a warm sensation welling within her as she became aroused and her pussy began to moisten.
“Right,” prompted Rachel. “Let’s get on with it shall we?” and she stood elegantly at the top of her mat.
“Right,” echoed Josh.
“We will start with a salutation” Rachel instructed. She guided her new student through a forward fold, a downward dog and into a prostrate position, lying flat on their tummies.
As she lifted into cobra she pressed her pubis hard against the mat. It felt good. So good. Her cunt was already swollen from her interactions with Josh, combined with a little of her imagination. As she pressed her pelvis into the mat she felt her clitoris excited by the pressure of the mat and her thighs pressing from the sides.
The sensation took control of her, and Rachel could not get enough, grinding little circles with her mound, rubbing her clit against the textured mat.
Without any yoga experience, Josh innocently followed along, replicating Rachel’s actions and he too ground his groin into the floor.
But with no mat underneath him, he was pressing hard against the harsh timber flooring. And with thin cotton briefs being the only protection, the inevitable occurred.
Rachel was awoken from her indulgent daydreaming with a shock when Josh yelped in pain.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in alarm.
“It’s a damn splinter” said Josh standing up, rubbing his groin.
“Oh no!” Rachel reacted. “Let me help!”
She could see a visible black mark on his briefs, but Josh turned away from her in embarrassment as he pulled down the front of his underpants and began trying to resolve the splinter affliction.
Rachel admired his bulging glutes and cute ass as he turned. But he cried out once more and blasphemed “God Damn! I’ve broken it off and now I can’t get to it!”
“You’ve broken off your cock?” she asked.
“No,” he replied seriously. “The splinter.”
Rachel made an offer of assistance again, and Josh begrudgingly let her take a look. She took his beautiful weighty cock into the grip of her two hands and sunk down onto her knees. One fist gently held his member just below the glans, and the other at the base of the shaft, where it emerged from a shock of orange pubes.
She could see the dot of a splinter in between her hands with a little tickle of blood.
“Let me -,” she started and then scraped it with a fingernail. But Josh recoiled in pain and she saw his balls shrivel with the discomfort.
“Oops, sorry,” she said sincerely. Rachel did not at all like pain, and didn’t mean to inflict harm on anyone. “I’ll just look.” She moved her head for a closer inspection of his cock. She became so entranced by the soft skin, by the warm touch, by the network of bulging veins that she almost forgot what she was doing.
She could feel the cock become a little heavier, and the girth swelled in her fingers. The sight, the touch, and his growing erection made her excited and she could feel her cunt swelling. In the moment, she forgot that they were standing in the middle of a rotunda in a public park. Keeping focus on removing a splinter in the presence of a hot guy and a gorgeous cock was a mission in itself.
“I can see it. The splinter is only just sticking out from the skin. I can’t seem to get it with my fingernails,” she said. “And I have no tweezers. But I think I could capture it with my teeth.”
“Really?” Josh questioned suspiciously.
She looked up at him with dilated seductive eyes and biting her bottom lip. It was taking all her self control to not gulp his cock into her mouth right then and there. She felt like a dog being tempted by a delicious steak, but maintaining discipline to impress the owner.
Josh relented.
The outside world disappeared and Rachel focused on her task. She softened up the flesh first, licking the spot of blood then letting a drool of saliva cover the wound. She gently rubbed it in with her forefinger.
She looked up to his face and saw Josh keenly staring down at her.
She felt her nipples straining on her lycra top and saw that they were erect and hard. She could even make out the goose bumps on the areola through the white fabric. She hoped that Josh had noticed it too.
Rachel felt his cock harden more and detected it growing even longer in her grip. She licked again. The head of the cock bulged, the skin stretched and the knob began to push its way out through his foreskin.
For good measure she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth, and curled her fingers into a loop to draw the foreskin back. She rolled the glans inside her mouth and allowed a good coating of saliva to flow over the ballooning skin.
She knew this would arouse him – for fuck’s sake it was driving her crazy – but it was all part of the plan.
She licked the shaft midway again, where the splinter resided, and tasted the familiar metallic flavour of a spot of blood from the injury. “Hmmm – bodily fluids,” she muttered.
Her palm circled the head of his cock, rubbing it around and around. As she did, a stream of sticky clear precum began to ooze from his dick hole. She let her tongue pass over the head and sucked a little of it into her mouth and swallowed it down. It had an entirely subtle taste – salty, but no real flavour at all.
She looked up to see Josh’s eyes glazed, senseless, mesmerised. When he let his head tilt backward she struck with her plan.
Rachel pursed her mouth over the zone of the splinter. The tip of her tongue extended and then wandered along his shaft to locate the splinter. She adjusted her mouth and centred her lips around the wound. Then she lurched forward and crushed down with a hard bite across the meat of his shaft.
She pulled her head backwards, the teeth keeping heavy pressure, that eventually closed on the splinter itself. Her front teeth secured the tiny fragment and she yanked her head backwards to draw it out of his flesh.
“Argh!” Josh cried in a succession of surprise – then pain – then relief. “You’ve done it!”
“That’s right” said Rachel, spitting out the tiny piece of timber. “I can do anything. And who said you should never use teeth down there?”
“I’m so grateful,” said Josh. “I thought I was going to have to take it to the doctors. How embarrassing! How can I repay you?”
Rachel was so horny that she thought she could lose her mind. There was a soft mat right there on the floor. No-one was around. He was hard and she was wet. All she needed to do was slip her bottoms down and offer herself up in a child’s pose. He would find her irresistable and she imagined his heavy cock thrusting into her pussy from behind. She imagined his hands scooped under her top, clutching at her tits as he pulled himself deeper inside her. She pictured his balls pressing up against her clit as his rod probed her innermost cavities. But she resisted. She was going to play the long game. Josh was a catch.
“Well,” said Rachel, “I do have an idea.” She still held his hardened cock in her hand and looked longingly at his manhood covered in saliva and precum, with only a spot of blood at the midpoint.. She could make out the teeth marks on his shaft and inspected them while she spoke. “You are a fireman. And I guess this is your fire hose. And you use it to put out fires. And I’m feeling really fucking hot.” She looked up at him expectantly.
“And you are a yoga teacher,” responded Josh. “And you teach positions.”
“That’s right,” replied Rachel. “Come back to mine and we’ll invent some more.”