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I slipped into the room a little earlier, wanting to acclimatise a little on my mat before the class started. Sitting in a lotus position, I discreetly watched the other people come into the space and find a spot. A tanned man came in. Greying, wearing only shorts, casually showing off his shirtless body that was in very good shape. I smiled to myself when he rolled out his mat beside mine, looking forward to enjoying some 'eye-candy' during the class today. We nodded in acknowledgement.*I stood up as the instructor started the class with the usual breathing exercise. With the class slowly building up intensity I forgot about him and concentrated on the still only partially etimesgut escort mastered poses. The room was 42 degrees, and everyone was starting to break out a good sweat.*When the first sequence ended we all reached down for our water bottles. My sweaty body briefly touched the man, which brought our attention back to each other?s presence.*God he was sexy.?Bring your feet parallel into a wide stance, facing the wall. Activate your core and glutes, and with a straight back, reach forward and bend. Bring your stomach between your thighs. Don?t look at the person behind you. Focus on the here, the now.?I tried to follow the instructor?s eryaman escort lead, but how could I not look behind me? How could I not*look where ?torso?, as I had now baptised him, was? He caught my gaze, clearly not minding leaving the ?here and now? either*to check how flexible I was. I continued the class, being sexually charged and aware of the blood that was pumping through my hot body, and the sweat that was running off us.Most lights*went out at the end of the class. The instructor advised us to stay in ?savasana? pose until our bodies were ready to face mundanity.*I closed my eyes and tried to get sex off my mind, getting ready sincan escort to go back home. The space was quietly emptying, as people rolled their mats up and left one by one.I was enjoying the soft zen like music, and had my eyes closed when I felt a set of fingers slowly*grab my head. A male voice told me to keep my eyes closed, as the fingers, spider-like, started to push and softly massage the pressure points on my scalp. It felt orgasmic.*I kept my eyes closed as the voice continued to quietly tell me how he had been observing me during class. His voice was slightly hypnotising almost, in the way he calmly shared his observations.*?I enjoyed watching you battle that stubborn lock of hair that kept falling back into your face, ? he said, his hands sliding down my neck and over my shoulders.*?It also did not go unnoticed how aroused you became after that forward bend.?* His hands now followed my soaking wet singlet towards my stomach. I inhaled briskly.