Yoga in the Buff

Just as he was getting weary of this stage the instructor had them go back to the check-in pose. Gratefully he leaned against the block, even if he could still feel some stretch it was more comfortable than the previous poses had been. Eyes on the block he realized that his arms were shaking a bit from the exertion. Either he was seriously out of shape, which he was, or yoga was more of a workout than he'd bargained for, which at this point he was willing to admit it was. When they were released his muscles felt quite looser than they had in a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to roll up the mat.

By the time that he was walking out the room, Carl was feeling the rush of endorphins that came with a good workout. While he wasn't able to join his classmates at the juice bar, still finding that odd to find in the gym, he had a decent feeling that he'd be back to the class.

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That thought turned out to be fairly accurate, as he started to attend the classes every other day. As he worked out and sweated out some of the calories, he could feel the depression beginning to fade away. A couple of weeks in and the scale needle had not only stopped going up but had even slid back a couple of pounds. Each victory against the growing flab reinforced his desire to slowly work himself back into the shape he'd been prior to the initial surgery.

Taking a cue from Andrew Zimmern, his favorite tv chef, Carl began to treat meat more as an accent to his diet than as a main course. He wasn't about give up meat completely but realized that perhaps all the fat that went along with it wasn't necessarily the best thing. The fact that it lowered his food bill a little wasn't an unwanted side effect either.

He was even beginning to enjoy the yoga, just a bit, even if it was mostly for admiring the figures of the women in the tightly clad clothes they tended to wear. The one thing that got to him was that he never did see Dr. Matthews there, even when he showed up before the advanced classes left for the day. It made him fairly curious as to where she went though he was never quite able to work up the courage to ask her during their appointments. Always he kicked himself after the visit, thinking of how he should have asked. Due to the proximity to the city, there were a number of yoga studios and gyms that offered yoga, making finding her by "accident" a potentially time consuming and expensive proposition. While his job paid enough, it certainly did not allow him the time to search.

At the next appointment, things went about as routine as they always had. His eye had been dilated as usual and she gave him the normal work through with the slit lamp, checking out the healing of the retina and the integration of the artificial lens. As the examination finished, she leaned back in her chair and gave him a little smile.

"It all looks good. Appears that you've made a full recovery. You can go about your normal life again, without the weight restrictions and it looks like you're doing quite well with the classes, at least from what I can see. This will be your last appointment then, at least with me." Allison gave him a little smile, "congrats."

Carl blinked hard, twice, at the news that it was his final appointment. A surge of adrenaline hit as he felt the now or never moment. Taking a deep breath, he returned the little smile, "yeah the classes you sent me to have been very helpful. Never thought I'd really see the results that I have from yoga of all things. Funny though, I even heard of the quarterback for Green Bay using yoga in his routine. But ummm, I was wondering if you knew somewhere where I could get more advanced lessons? The gym's nice and all but I'd kind of like to move on from it." For the first time he saw her look a little uncomfortable as she got the drift of what he was asking.

"Well, yeah, I know what you mean," she chewed on her light red stained lip a bit as she mulled over the question. "I guess if you feel that open minded about advancing, you could always try Tiffany's Yoga Studio for her hot yoga lessons. She specializes in Forrest yoga, which is a version of Hatha yoga. Anyways the yoga is done in a hot, humid environment to try and replicate a sweat lodge or India, which ever you prefer to think. It's good for getting over trauma, like your surgery." She nodded a bit with that, though looking a little nervous. "And yes, that's where I go..."

His body felt a little thrill at finally knowing where she was and that she'd outright told him where to meet her outside the office. It may have just been friendly but he was guessing from her body language that it might just lead to a little bit more. Granted he figured she probably had about twenty years on him, but there was something about that which added to his attraction to her. "Well that certainly sounds different! Might just have to come check that out then. Thanks!"

She nodded slightly at that, gently chewing on her lower lip, "uhh you should know, the studio is quite exclusive. Invite only, it's not terribly more cost wise but they only allow people who know existing members. I'll get you the number to call, you'll need to let them know that I recommended them to you. From there they'll contact me and once I've verified you they'll give you access to their site. Well, access to a small portion of the site. The rest is closed off until you've been through a lesson. Just...privacy concerns."

He nodded, following along though honestly it raised more questions than he was willing to ask. Carl just wanted to get to know her, and hopefully intimately, beyond the walls of the office and if it meant dealing with this sort of privacy he would. It just made him intensely curious as to why the place was so guarded and made him desire to go there even more.

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Into the studio he went, gym bag slung over his shoulder with a new mat clipped to the bag. The site had indicated that bringing your own mat was mandatory and that rentals would not be available. When he'd gone through the site, it had left him very curious about the place. Most of the site he had access too had explained the routine followed during classes, background information on the instructor, and information about how hot and humid the studio was kept. The outside of the building had been very plain, with little advertising about the place within and nothing further to let him know what he would find.

Upon entering he found a receptionists desk that verified his information against a listing of approved members. The receptionist was in a room with only a window to the outside, there was no way to see inside of the studio. He was instructed to enter the male locker room and take a shower prior to the class. Part of him found that a little odd, but he complied, wondering if the exclusive nature had just led to being a bit eccentric. However when he watched one of the other men finish his shower, dry off, and walk right into the studio, Carl did a hard blink.

After drying off he wrapped his towel around his waist and made his way over to the studio door. Slowly he cracked it open, peering inside of the room, mouth dropping as he realized that the handful of people inside were stark naked. Gently he closed the door and turned around to see another man grinning and shaking his head lightly.

"You must be new to the studio. I'm Jason and yes, this is a naked yoga studio. That's why they're rather ummm secretive as you probably noticed. Everyone gets surprised the same way. Anyways, welcome to the studio, it's certainly quite freeing in more ways than one." With that the man made his way out of the locker room, carrying his mat into the studio.

Carl walked back to the locker where his stuff was, putting the towel down on the bench and taking a seat. It took him a couple of minutes to digest what exactly was going on, and that Dr. Matthews had invited him to a place where he would see her nude. That sent a chill through his body and then a slow grin formed on his face at the thought. Picking up his mat, he walked to the door, paused for a minute and then stepped into the room.

There was a part of him that honestly was a little shocked at how casual everyone was about the nudity. No one stared, though quick looks were obviously okay as he noted those that looked weren't immediately rebuked. A few looks were given his way, several of the women giving him a quick checkout, though most seemed to have the note of seeing a new guy in the room. Taking note that Allison had yet to arrive, he found himself a spot to setup his mat and tried to keep his eyes to himself.

Most of the other people there were older than him, though a few seemed to be close to his age. The majority of them were slender in build and from what he could tell, in fairly good shape. Of course, considering the warnings about the hot workout that didn't surprise him too much but he still noted it and that he still hadn't lost all the post-surgery weight.

Just as his self-doubt about the weight was beginning to surface, he finally saw Dr. Matthews make her way in. His eyes drank in her form, the first time he'd gotten to see her not dressed up for work with curves muted by a lab coat. Her hair was put up into a bun, highlighting her neck. Slowly his eyes dropped, noting her pleasantly sized chest with just a little sag to them and capped with soft pink nipples. Her tummy was taut with a little bit of definition and led into a trimmed bush that indeed matched the curtains. Legs were toned and muscular, making him wonder what other sort of exercises that she enjoyed.

She had gone to a spot and laid out her mat before looking around, almost missing that Carl was standing there. Allison flashed him a smile and walked on over, exuding more confidence than she had in the office when initially giving him the class information. Reaching to within arm's length of him, she grinned again, "Nice to see that you made it here. Always had a feeling you were hiding something nice under those bulky clothes," she glanced down and then up at him, "no worries though, happens to all the guys the first couple of times. Just flattering to know an old lady like me can get that affect from a youngin like you," she teased lightly.

He flushed hard when he realized that his cock was standing full at attention and despite her reassurance that it was normal his cheeks remained a full beet red. "Well uh, yeah you said it was a good place to be and well ummm since the beginners classes helped so much I thought I'd follow through. It is nice to see you again though, Dr. Matthews."

She smiled, teasingly letting her eyes linger upon his hard shaft, "Please, outside the office you can call me Allison or Ally. Why don't you bring your mat over towards mine, that way I can help you through any positions and answer any questions you have. Then, maybe after the lesson you can join me for tea?"

He was already picking up the mat as she spoke, shuddering a little at the emphasized point of any positions as there were a few he'd just love to inquire about. "Ummm sure, tea sounds good I guess," he said figuring she meant some sort of cleansing tea or whatever a health nut would drink. At this point though, he'd probably have agreed to drink just about anything she'd suggested. Carl was about to say something when Allison pointed towards the front of the class and he could see their instructor was getting ready to begin.

Things went differently here than they had at the gym, besides the being nude, which he did in some ways find quite freeing. At least his clothes were not holding sweat against his body and causing them to chaff. In many ways though, there were plenty of distractions, just off to his side as he couldn't help but admire Allisons form as she shifted easily into the various poses. Each time she seemed to know just when to catch him as his eyes lingered too long and would flash him a rather predatory grin causing his cheeks to burn red.

The instructor took them through a pranayama, where they used breath control to try and contain the vritti. From there they worked their way through a variety of seated and abs positions. Carl thought he could feel the heat beginning to rise as they went deeper into the workout, but wasn't sure if it was him or if it was the studio.

By the time he was fully sure that it was the studio that had raised up in temperature, the instructor was moving them into more difficult poses including standing poses and several backbends. While he wasn't quite experienced at most of these poses, Carl gave them his best attempts and then would settle just admiring how flexible Allison was.

The positions were without a doubt more complicated and the heat added to some of the complications, though it did feel like it helped him to stretch out further. They were required to remain in the poses longer than he was accustomed to, some for a count of breaths and some that lasted minutes on end. By the time that the class was winding down, he was finding himself quite winded by the change of level.

They rolled up their mats and just as the students were walking out to their respective locker rooms, Allison gently grabbed him by the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "meet me in the lobby after your shower if you still want to get some tea." She flashed him a grin while strolling into the women's locker room.

Carl grinned, he'd almost forgotten about her offer and after all that he'd sweated out he was certainly feeling quite dehydrated. The soreness was replaced with anticipation and a spring to his step as he hurried into the locker room to get showered off as quickly as he could. A couple of minutes were spent in the mirror, trying to style out his short hair before he finally just brushed it down and let it air dry. Quickly he dressed and made his way to the door, pausing himself for a second to try and not show off how excited he was before walking out the door.

The receptionist watched with an amused look as Carl stood around in the room, obviously waiting for someone else. He wandered around the room, looking at the various certifications that the instructors had displayed, along with newspaper clippings about hot yoga. All the while he could feel the receptionist's eyes upon him, with that same knowing look on their face. It was all forgotten when Allison stepped out of the women's locker room. She had on a mid-thigh length wool skirt with a three quarter length sleeve sweater and a pair of black ankle boots. He flashed her a bit smile and stepped over to the door to hold it open for her.

She gave him a little smile at that, "oh how gentlemanly of you." Out the door she strolled confidently, making sure he got a good look at her well-toned legs before pausing to wait for him to catch up to her. Allison could see the look on his face and it sent thrills through her body. She'd been watching those looks for months now, but with the fact that he was a patient, hadn't dared to act upon them, but was now free to let loose her desires. "I hope you don't mind but I was thinking of having the tea at my place as I tend to prefer my own brew. Well that and the local places tend to overcharge in my opinion," she smiled, already aware that he wouldn't protest. "It's only a couple of blocks down the road."

They chatted on the walk to her place, the discussion light and centering around their shared interest in yoga. She explained how she had gotten into yoga a decade earlier out of an interest in trying to stretch out her leg muscles in hopes that would minimize her injuries while running. While her knees were slowly beginning to tell her that it was time to consider taking up swimming in place of some of her running routine, the yoga had remained.

Up the outside, wooden stairs they climbed, him enjoying the view of a couple more inches up her skirt. Even though he knew what lay under that fabric, he still yearned to see it again, and if lucky to get the chance to caress and kiss. Up to the third floor she took him pausing at a door and smiling at him before she unlocked it and led him in.

Letting the door close behind him, Carl paused as he admired her apartment. He'd once looked at the apartments during an open house, they were of a modest price but out of his range for now. She had obviously taken one of the three bedroom models with the fireplace in the living room and a view of the lake. The apartment was clean and well kept, sparsely decorated and obviously focused upon the view of the lake. The apartment had a serene quality to it, well lit with natural light and lightly shaded fabrics.

"It helps after a long day to come home to something tranquil," she offered to him. "After being surrounded by all sorts of technology, the lights and sounds associated with them, well I just need simplicity." Allison made her way to the kitchen, pulling down two glasses and then filling them with iced tea, "sugar and lemon?"

"Ummm sugar's fine," he called back, a little surprised she just meant iced tea but also relieved that it wasn't a fancy herbal tea.

"Feel free to have a seat," she gestured towards the couch after handing him a glass, then taking a seat herself with legs crossed at the ankle. After taking a sip of the tea, she turned her attention to him, "so I'll suppose the elephant in the room would be the fact that the studio does nude yoga?"

Her question caught Carl in mid-sip, causing him to take a little down the wrong pipe and cough into the tea. Still coughing, he could only nod a little.

"No worries, it's a fairly obvious question. Certainly out of society norms unfortunately. Don't get me wrong, I think clothing certainly has it's place, but like this apartment, it goes back to simplicity for me. I think we've certainly overdone fashion and certainly spend too much time and money consuming fashion items. Not to mention that I got weary of having to store clothes that were out of fashion, knowing they'd somehow come back into fashion sooner or later. Nude is well, simpler. At the gym there is no jockeying as to what brand of yoga pants you have on or if you have the latest sneakers. Sure some girls compete with pedicures and such, but otherwise there's not much to compete on."

She paused, taking a sip and making sure he was still following along, "so I've gotten used to it. In my home I generally strip down within minutes of getting home. Certainly makes me appreciate the warmth of the sun or the caress of a cool breeze more than when I'm clothed."

Carl tilted his head a little, "but umm, it seems you are into fashion or am I somehow mistaken?"

Allison gave him a little, sad smile, "outer persona. Outside of this apartment, save for the yoga studio, most people know me as Dr. Allison Matthews and so expect me to have a certain personality. We all have personality quirks that while harmless will end up having to be pursued behind closed doors. The lawyer couple that loves to practice bondage. Swingers, erotic writers, and cross-dressers, we all have something in common, a love for something that society has decided is a taboo. So, during the day when I'm out of here I try to keep up with fashion so that I can be the person everyone expects me to be. It keeps the questions at bay, but in here and at the studio I can be me, Allison the woman who just likes to not be bound up in clothes. Make sense?"

He nodded along, just listening to her talk, "so then I guess the only reason you're clothed now is because I'm here?"

A little laugh escaped her throat, "yeah, I got used to being clothed when I have company. Don't need everyone in the world knowing that I spend my time being nude. So besides the chance to take peeks at me, what did you think of the class?"

"It was ummm, much more difficult than the gym courses. Kinda reminded me of when I first started the classes in the gym. I guess the nudity was okay, did like not ending up chaffed by my clothing or anything so that was nice. A little surprised at well, how normal people act around each other when they're nude."