Extra Hot Yoga Class

This story starts a little slow to set the scene before getting into the spicier material. If you're here for the threesome skip to about halfway. Any feedback on what you like, don't like, or what you want to see next would be really appreciated!

********************************

I checked myself in the rear view mirror at the red light. It felt dumb but I couldn't help it. I moved my hair and felt it was damp with sweat, partially because of the heatwave I was driving though - it was so hot today that even my car's air conditioner could barely keep up. I was driving to my weekly yoga class I've been going to for years, hosted in the house of our instructor named Moxie. There was a good group of us - about ten, that went to this class weekly. Even after spending every Saturday morning with them for years, I was only familiar with two women in the class - Moxie and Lizzie.

Lizzie. She was a really hot woman in the class. She was about thirty - same as me - and worked out often, giving her the thick thighs and tight ass I loved. She had short dark hair, dressed in dark clothes, and tattoos on her pale skin that seemed to flow when she moved and her toned arms and legs. What was the hottest part of her look was her eyes. Big, round blue eyes that sparkled like she was so happy every time they looked in my direction. I wanted her, and even asked her out at one point, but she informed me with a laugh that she had a long time boyfriend, keeping her firmly out of my life aside from the yoga classes. It was just starting to feel cool when I pulled up to Moxie's house and jumped out, stopped by the group of regular Yoga attendees facing Moxie at her front door.

"Everything OK?" I asked.

"The AC in my house is broken and I can't get a guy to come in and fix it. They say so many air conditioners are breaking down because of the heat wave they can't keep up with it all. It's like 35 degrees inside." Moxie said. There was a general grumble with the handful of people when she said the temperature.

"I can't workout in that heat, I'll pass out." Someone said. People started going back and forth, debating about the class when a woman on a black sport motorcycle pulled up, silencing everyone with the rumble of her bike as she pulled up to the house. Everyone watched as she took off her helmet and it was Lizzie, wearing black jean shorts, boots, a tight leather jacket and a backpack.

"What's up?" She asked and got off her bike. Moxie quickly recapped her and she shrugged like the news was obvious.

"My AC crashed too. Been sweating my tits off the last couple days. We'll live." She walked to the door and a couple of the older members started to leave, headed to their cars. Lizzie looked around confused. "What you've never heard of hot yoga? People pay extra for this!" They ignored her and drove away.

"I'll still teach to whoever wants to stay." Moxie said. "Anyone who chooses to go, see you next week." She opened the door to her house and Lizzie walked in immediately with me following right behind. A couple people hesitated then joined, with another couple deciding to leave. In the end, it was myself, Lizzie, two other women and one guy that stayed to try the session. What were their names again? I knew the two women were friends and had similar names but I often got them mixed up, despite them looking nothing alike. Claire and Kait? I don't remember. The guy's name was Doug, and he was easy as one of the only other guys in the class.

We went to the basement where Moxie had the yoga studio set up and we took our usual places. Lizzie put her bag in the corner and took off her boots and socks, wearing only her black nail polish and the tattoos running down her ankle onto her feet - one ankle a spider web and the other a snake. She also took off her jacket to reveal that she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath, only a black sports bra that hugged her small boobs. What were they, A cup? No, probably a B cup. Definitely wasn't the first time I tried to figure it out, but anytime I saw her without a shirt I couldn't help but wonder. Almost exactly like how I wondered about Moxie's tit size, except hers were closer to a D cup. As I thought it, Moxie pulled her tank top over her head to reveal the white bra underneath, pressing her tits together to make a deep cleavage. This, paired with her black spandex shorts, was a pretty typical outfit she wore, but the sweat made her skin shine, and she looked extra sexy today. I looked away, trying not to get caught staring and I made eye contact with Lizzie as she pushed her shorts past her ass and smirked at me. She had on the same tight black spandex shorts as Moxie that cupped her ass and made a competition with our instructor for who had the better body.

It was funny how the two women I wanted to see naked were almost opposites of each other physically. Lizzie was thin, with her small chest and was a few inches shorter than me. She was muscular but in a lean way, with her dark tattoos displaying the contours of her pale arms. Moxie on the other hand was thick and usually had to squeeze her giant tits and ass into her spandex outfits while towering over most people with her impressive height. She had a dark, rich tan from her obvious time spent outside, and smiled often like she was happy in everything she did. Lizzie's smiles always seemed more mischievous, like she just had a great idea that involved using my body to teach me a lesson, or at least that's what I hoped she thought about.

Lizzie set up her mat next time mine, in the loosely formed circle opposite to Moxie. The other women and the guy set themselves up around us and the class began. Moxie started the class completely normal, going through the standard warm ups and stretches to get us ready for the harder poses. Even in the easy phase of the class, I could feel the sweat rolling down my face and arms. Soon I was leaving hand and footprints on my yoga mat anywhere I touched, leaving the mat more and more wet as we continued to do our yoga. I glanced over at the woman on my right and it looked like she was struggling with the heat. Her pink yoga pants were a different shade than when we started and her face and arms were flushed with the heat. Like me, the other yoga students were leaving sweat marks on the mats as they continued, getting their area slick with sweat.

Moxie called for a warrior pose and the deep stretch felt great on the inside of my thighs. I glanced over at Lizzie and watched a bead of sweat roll down the dragon tattoo on thigh, forming a little river as it made its way to her bare feet on the mat. The tattoo really made her thigh muscles pop out, I decided. Something in the art blended perfectly with the thickness and shape of her leg so it looked even more pronounced than her other thigh. Could that have been on purpose? I looked up a bit to see Lizzie smirking at me again, watching me watch her. I looked away quickly and she laughed.

"Lose something over here?" She asked.

"No, of course not." I said, feeling my face get even hotter than it already was.

"Are you sure? You seemed really interested in whatever I have."

"I've just... never seen a dragon look like it's sweating before." I finished lamely. What kind of an excuse was that? Not to mention I just confirmed that I was staring at her thigh. Dumbass!

"Well at least someone likes Cinder." Lizzie said nonchalantly.

"What does that mean?" Moxie asked. It was quiet enough in the room that everyone heard our interaction.

"My boyfriend - sorry ex boyfriend never liked him." Lizzie said flatly.

"Oh shit sorry!" Moxie said, with everyone voicing their apologies to her in turn.

"It's fine! I'm fine! It's just funny that the first guy to look at me since I'm single admired the thing my boyfriend hated." Lizzie said.

"Your dragon tattoo?" I asked.

"All my tattoos. He hated them all."

"How many do you have?" I asked.

"A bunch. All over the place. If it gets any hotter in here, you might see more of them." Lizzie said. We all laughed but I didn't find it funny. Instead I had to twist my hips a bit to try and hide how my dick got a little hard at the idea that Lizzie was taking off more clothes. She wasn't wearing much as it was. Moxie stepped out of the pose and looked at us with her hands on her hips.

"Let's take a break. I don't want anyone passing out from the heat." We all relaxed and Moxie went upstairs. I went to my bag to get some water and Lizzie dug through her bag near me.

"Hey- I'm sorry about your boyfriend." I said.

"Are you? Something tells me you're happy to hear I'm single." Lizzie shot at me without pausing looking in her bag. Was it that obvious? Today it was hard to keep my eyes off her but usually I'm way better at staying focused.

"I meant I'm sorry he didn't like your tattoos. He clearly didn't appreciate who you are properly." I said, trying my best to deflect the attention from me wanting her. She froze and looked at me, with a different look than before.

"Thanks." She said.

"It is a cool dragon by the way, and the name fits. A buddy of mine has a dragon tattoo and named it Mu Shu after-"

"The dragon in Mulan." Lizzie finished. I nodded, smiling. I left out the part where Mu Shu the dragon was eating a bowl of Mu Shu pork.

I didn't know what else to say, so I just smiled at her for a second and she smiled back. It was such a nice smile, different than her usual smiles, it completely changed the way her face looked, from being tough and overly serious into cute and happy and beautiful. Her eyes shined and it always made me feel even more interested than before.

Moxie came back downstairs, carrying a tray of cups with iced tea in them. We went and got the drinks, the group of us sitting on the floor and chatting while we rested. It was still really hot in the room, but I was getting used to it.

Moxie got up and raised her hands to the ceiling slowly. It was only then that I realized she must have been really sweaty too because her white bra was almost see through at this point. She had her eyes closed and her hands above her head, and the outline of her dark nipples on display for the room. I wasn't the only person to notice, as Lizzie and the other people in the room seemed pretty focused on her chest. Moxie relaxed and saw us staring at her.

"I guess white wasn't the best colour to wear today." Moxie said, looking down.

"Yeah, we can fully see your tits." Lizzie said casually. "Just take it off if you're that hot."

"Yeah I might. When I'm alone I typically do my yoga naked." Moxie around the room as she spoke. "Would any of you mind if I took it off?" Lizzie and both of the other girls said they wouldn't mind. I looked at the other guy in the class and he looked as surprised as me. We both said it was fine and watched, shocked, as our yoga teacher pulled her bra over her head and let her tiddies drop for us. They were beautiful.

With her top off, it was easier to judge her cup size, and I guessed she was around a D cup. They sagged a lot more without the support, but they were still nice and round, with big dark nipples. She had no tan lines, and the rich, vibrant tan she glowed with was consistent everywhere, making me guess she was topless outside a lot. Somehow that realization made her even sexier.

"That's so much better. Anyone else wanting to strip, feel free. We can make this a clothing optional class from now on." Moxie said, dropping her wet bra on the floor. "Also, if anyone is uncomfortable, feel free to leave. I don't want you to feel forced. I'm not charging you for today since it's already too hot here." Silence, then one of the friends, Claire I think, pulled her thin tank top off and was in just her sports bra on top. She hesitated then pulled down her pants quickly, like it was a dare. Claire had panties on underneath, but the thin dark thong contrasted her smooth caramel skin to be very sexy and revealing. Moxie cheered. She had a nice ass too.

"You aren't taking off your shirt?" I heard Lizzie ask. I turned to see who she was talking to and couldn't believe what I saw when she was looking at me. I was so focused on Claire that I didn't notice Lizzie took off her bra too, so she was in front of me, asking me to strip, with her tits out. They were a lot smaller than Moxie's, as I already guessed, but they were very upright and perky. Her boobs were even more pale than the rest of her body, and they made her small pink nipples seem like they popped even more. What I hadn't guessed was that her left nipple was pierced with a silver stud that matched her small earring studs. A dark butterfly tattoo was between her tits, spreading its wings as if trying to connect the pierced and unpierced nipples together. The stud and the tattoo really seemed to suit her.

"Hey, we found another tattoo!" I said, trying to be funny but my voice sounded too squeaky for me to like it.

"Keep staring at my tits while you decide if you're joining us." She said patronizingly. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, trying to join in on the situation. I went to put my shirt in my bag and Doug, the other guy in the class, put his away at the same time.

"Don't fuck this up." He whispered to me.

"The class or...?"

"You know what I mean." He said, then looked at the women taking off their clothes before glaring meaningfully at me. We went back to our mats.

"Anyone have anything to say before we start again?" Moxie asked. The other friend, Kait, took a breath and pulled off her tank top and bra at the same time, showing off some deep tan lines. She quickly covered her boobs with crossed arms, like she partially regretted the decision.

"It's ok. Take your time with it. Enjoy the feeling of freedom being naked provides." Moxie said soothingly. "Anyone feel free to take off more clothes as we continue through our exercises. I encourage the men here to take off more, seeing as how they're both still decent." Moxie said. Immediately Doug pulled off his gym shorts, standing in only his briefs. He looked at me but I ignored him. I was a little too hard to take off my shorts at the moment.

"Thank you. Let's start with the warrior pose." Moxie said and progressed through the rest of the yoga set. It was still really hot in the room, but now I was a lot more focused on other things in the second half of the class. Like the hot, wet tits around me as I pretended they weren't the hottest thing I've seen in months. Slowly, the sweat rolled down my chest and back, soaking into the only piece of clothing I was wearing. The shorts that felt perfectly comfortable only a few minutes ago now felt tight and restrictive, like they were blocking me from doing what felt so natural. I considered taking off the shorts and leaving the briefs like Doug, but something about that felt silly and I would just feel more awkward. Like a little boy caught in his tighty-whities in public.

For a moment, I wondered what was stopping me from just taking it all off. Usually I wasn't as shy as this when I came to my body. I can't say I often spend time naked around strangers, but that didn't mean I couldn't, or at least couldn't try. Was it because of the women? They were already pretty open about being seen without clothes. Maybe it was just Lizzie I was worried about. I couldn't get the idea of her single out of my head and kept thinking about what it could mean. Did I have a shot with her? She wanted me to take off my shirt. If anything, taking off more was probably going to get her interested.

"Is it alright with everyone if I go completely naked?" Moxie asked. The question knocked me out of my own inner dialogue about the same idea. Everyone said it was fine and she smoothly pulled her little shorts to the ground before standing in front of us proudly.

"Shit you're hot. I hope I look like you when I'm older." Lizzie said out loud.

"Thank you!" Moxie beamed a smile at Lizzie's comment. "Keep doing yoga and get naked often!" She said. Her seamless tan continued past her waist and into her hairless pussy. Clearly she was more than topless outside, I corrected my earlier thought. Moxie let everyone get a good look at her, not caring that we were admiring her.

"Anyone else?" She asked. The question hung in the air above us all. An unanswered challenge. Who was going to respond?

"Is it alright with the women here if I tried?" I asked, not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable. I looked around and saw everyone nodding, until Lizzie snorted at me.

"No way you're going to do it." She said. Without another word, I pulled my shorts off, and put them next to my mat, proving I meant it. I pretended not to feel everyone's eyes on me as I presented myself as naked as my teacher. Quietly, I was really happy I had trimmed my bush recently to look cleaner.

"Amazing! Thank you!" Moxie said. I felt a little nervous but did my best to hide it, and did my best to ignore the fact that I was surrounded by titties. I looked around the room a bit and saw the two friends checking me out, looking me up and down. I glanced to the other side and Lizzie's eyes were firmly locked on my semi hard dick, which when I realized that, threatened to go fully hard. I took a breath and smiled back at Moxie, now thankful for this opportunity to try something new.

"No damn way you're beating me!" Lizzie said and pulled off her shorts in a quick yank of her wrist, flicking them to the side of her mat in barely a second. We were competing? I admired her pussy the same way she stared at my dick. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair just above her pale pussy lips, accenting the contrast of her hair and skin yet again. Briefly I wondered what her pussy would taste like, and if I could lick the sweat from her lips, when I immediately realized my mistake. I tried to turn away, to face my hips down and hide just how hard the idea of tasting Lizzie made me, but I was too late. Lizzie's eyes opened wide and she smirked like she caught me doing something naughty. Like she was going to enjoy punishing me for it. Her eyes met mine and I looked away quickly.

"See something you like?" She asked jokingly, putting her hands on her hips to leave her naked body on display. I looked at the ground as I felt my cheeks burn up.

"It's a normal reaction." Doug said. "How is he supposed to not get hard when you beautiful women are stripping all around us."

"You mean you're hard right now too?" Claire asked him light heartedly.

"I've been hard as a rock since Moxie first flashed us!" Doug announced, making the group laugh with Moxie laughing the loudest of all.

"Then join the dark side and take off your shorts. It feels so free." She teased while sliding her hands down her wet thighs, but Doug shook his head.

"Hell no, I was just here for yoga. I'm not risking my marriage no matter the situation. I'm loving my view but I've hit my limit without my wife being here." Doug said. That's too bad. I was kind of hoping he would strip just so I felt less alone amongst the women, or even to encourage more clothes coming off. I understood it though - I probably wouldn't have taken off my shorts if I wasn't trying to get the attention of a certain black haired babe.

"Then I guess we'll just have to appreciate the two students that took the opportunity to be naked today." Moxie said, smiling at Lizzie and I.

"You too. You're the one that started this whole thing and you look amazing." I said.

"Wow, what a kiss ass, and I was just thinking that you liked seeing me naked the most, you talk about how sexy the teacher is." Lizzie said. "Get yourself some tattoos and maybe he'll really like watching you." She said, directing her instructions at Moxie.

"You don't think Moxie looks great?"

"I think she looks perfect and she made me really interested in tanning naked, I just think you are pretty comfortable admiring any pair of tits in your view." Lizzie shot back.