Yoga Retreat

Trent took a seat where she indicated, intertwining his legs until he was comfortable and letting his hands loosely rest on his knees. Sasha sat in front of him in a mirror pose to his own, so close that their knees touched. He was disoriented by her proximity, even able to smell a hint of her fragrance. Just after he closed his eyes, she took his fingers and wrapped them loosely in her own hands.

"Now, just breathe slowly and evenly," she said, beginning to do so on her own. He was distracted by the intimacy of her presence, and had to force himself to focus on his breathing and matching her breath in order to shut it out of his mind. Slowly, over several minutes, he felt his body and mind relaxing.

"Now, as you continue to breathe, recount your day starting with waking up this morning and all the way through until just now," she said in a soft, low voice that could have suitably narrated a relaxation tape. "The things that made you uncomfortable or unhappy, turn them to dust and breathe them out, expelling the experience as something that won't weigh you down. And for the things that you enjoyed or learned, take these and infuse them throughout your body, mind, and spirit with each inhalation."

Much as he found the visualization to be goofy, he made a genuine effort to take it to heart. He pictured his skepticism about the classes and a new teacher and blew it aside. He took his morning-long fear of the nude yoga class and exhaled it to oblivion. His discomfort at being alone with Sasha after his shower, also cast aside in a few easy breaths.

For reinforcement, he visualized Anne's suggestion about not being beholden to expectation. He embraced his acceptance and open-mindedness toward nudity as an expression of the unencumbered body. He opened himself up to Sasha as one of many shepherds who would lead him out of his years long malaise, as one who was genuinely good to him for unselfish reasons.

As he ran out of things to visualize, Trent resumed focusing on Sasha's breathing, matching hers with his own slow, steady rhythm. Unbidden, an image of her came to him, of her standing and smiling as he had seen her earlier today. She was alone with him in the barn studio, both naked and facing one another. She was beckoning him with her smile and her posture, sinking into one leg to curve and accentuate her opposite hip. Where before there had been no sexual overtones with Sasha, his mind was now conjuring overt ones and it brought about a swift and uncontrollable erection.

Just as quickly, Trent forced away the image in his panic not to be caught sitting in front of her with a raging hard on. He lamented the disparity in their ages, but reality was inescapable and to be caught like this would be inappropriate at best. He desperately fought down the erection, trying so hard not to tip her off with any change in his breathing or the way his hands were held in hers. A moment of fear gripped him when he realized that she might be looking at him right now. Just because his eyes were closed didn't mean that hers were. He debated whether or not he should peek, since if she was had seen him but didn't think she was caught then they could continue to go on with life without having to admit anything. Unable to resist, though, he cracked his eyes and found hers blissfully shut.

The moment of panic had the desired effect, however, and his erection began to subside. Sasha's breathing changed just a little and she squeezed his hands softly. He knew he wasn't yet fully deflated, but hoped it would be enough that she wouldn't notice.

"Well?" she said, barely above a whisper.

"You're right," he said. "That's nice. Very relaxing."

She smiled, staring deep into his eyes. For perhaps the first time in his memory, he thought he saw a bit of uncertainty there. It was as if she wanted to ask or say something, but was struggling with whether she should or not. So uncharacteristic it was for her that Trent found himself wondering what might be on her mind.

"Is there anything else I can do tonight to help ease that tension?" The same hint of doubt came across again, but this time Trent heard it in her voice.

"You've done plenty already," Trent said, squeezing her hands in return. "Really, it has meant a lot to me."

"Okay," she said, her eyes showing a split second of disappointment before her wry smile popped back into place as she uncurled from the floor. "Not even one of my famous backrubs?"

"Ooh, now that is tempting," Trent said, slowly stretching out his own legs as well. He felt that same nervous arousal threatening to return, since there was a certain degree of intimacy implied when one nude party offered a backrub to another. Much as he was sorely tempted by the offer, he knew there was no way he would be able to control himself with her hands rubbing his body. And even if an intimate encounter was what she had in mind, Trent was too frightened of what it would do to her down the road since it could not possibly last.

"Very, very tempting," he said as he talked his way out of accepting. "I'd owe you too much, though, and I hate being in debt. And I'm tired. Maybe another time?"

Sasha smiled and nodded, but she couldn't completely hide her disappointment. Trent knew for certain then that she did want something more tonight, and it was killing him not to give her what she wanted both to repay her kindness as well as to satisfy his own urges. She was quick to recover, though, and cheerfully gave him a good night hug, an assertive gesture that nearly broke his resolve.

Sasha crawled under her blanket without bothering to dress. Trent figured by this point that dressing would be pointlessly prudish, so he simply turned off the light and crawled under his own blanket. He stared blankly at the dark ceiling, left with his own freshly turbulent thoughts and Sasha's soft breathing his only companions.

Trent wondered at what kind of strength or weakness he was exhibiting by turning down such a wonderful woman, one whom he had lusted over for months. He wasn't seeing anyone and had been divorced long enough for the sting of that to be well and truly gone. He hadn't even tried to flirt or otherwise express interest in her, either. Whether he was making the right choice or not, he knew he would have doubts and regrets about this night for the rest of his life.

Even as his conscience reined him in, curtailing his frustration with logical arguments that he had no business with a woman that young, the doubt in the back of his mind kept throwing up counter arguments. Why shouldn't a man his age be able to be with a young woman, particularly when she clearly wanted him as much or more than he wanted her? And then the answer snapped into clear focus: Expectation. There were expectations about age differences, about boss-employee relationships, about where a young woman's interests should lie, about what a divorced man his age should do if he wanted to be considered dignified and responsible.

An image of Anne standing before him in the studio popped into his mind. She didn't say anything, but in her eyes he could feel the patient stare of a teacher waiting for her student to figure it out on his own. Of course, he had already made the connection to her lesson, but did that mean it applied or that merely his subconscious was trying to find a loophole for him to succumb to his more primal needs?

"Sasha," Trent said, his voice scarcely more than a whisper.

"Yeah?" she whispered back.

Trent took a deep breath and pulled his blanket aside. He rolled over and crawled across the several feet of carpeting that separated their sleeping mats. In the dim light that filtered in through the window, he could just barely make out her eyes looking back up at him as he leaned over her motionless figure. Fuck expectations, he thought to himself, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. For a fleeting moment, he was terrified that he had completely misread her and that he was so far out of line as to justify prison time. She kissed him back. And again.

With lips locked in a desperate embrace, Sasha pulled back her blanket and pulled his body in tight to her own. Trent relished in the warm smoothness of her bare skin against his own. The energy that rippled between them was something he hadn't felt in decades, not since early in his relationship with his ex, and he reveled in the sensation. Her smell and taste were intoxicating, and he consumed her like a man famished.

Trent felt Sasha pull back from the kiss, eliciting a moment of disappointment until she slid up his body and fed one of her breasts into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across the hard nipple, alternately kissing and sucking on it to the gasping encouragement of his partner. He massaged and pinched her other nipple, all while she ran her fingers through his hair and rubber her thighs against his erection.

When she wrapped one leg up and over his hip, Trent stretched down with his free arm to massage her butt. With each stroke of the fingers, he moved closer to her crotch until he could feel the heat and warmth radiating from her sex. Slowly and deftly, he spread his fingers around her pussy without directly contacting it. He rubbed gently but insistently back and forth, his fingertips slowly narrowing the gap until they finally grazed across her pussy lips and clit. She gasped at the touch and gripped him harder, smashing his face more completely into her chest. Unrelenting, his fingers continued to stroke lightly across and around her clit, moving smoothly in her wetness across the bare skin. He alternated stroking with shallow finger penetration, building to a faster, deeper and more intense massage that brought her to a moaning orgasm.

For a minute after bringing her gently back down, they just held one another tightly, the beating of their hearts and heaving of their lungs merging as one. Sasha scooted back down such that her head was resting on his arm as they lay side by side. Trent softly traced his fingers across her back while she did likewise on his chest. In the back of his mind, back to where rational thought had fled, Trent felt that he had indeed done the right thing.

Sasha leaned in and they kissed again, at first soft and lingering, but soon growing in intensity. She pushed his shoulder until he rolled onto his back, allowing her to swing a leg over him and climb on top. She ground her crotch into his cock, her slickness hinting at the pleasures of penetrating her wet cunt. In the meantime, she had locked her mouth aggressively to his and snaked her tongue deep into his mouth. He grasped her sides, occasionally flicking a nipple with his thumbs, and simply held on to the ride.

"Trent," she whispered in a raspy voice after moving her kisses across his face, around his neck and ultimately to his earlobe.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

"I need to do something," she said. He absently wondered if it might be a birth control thing, since her pussy was about an inch away from being penetrated.

"What's that?"

"I need to...," she gasped breathlessly. "Remove." "Every last...bit." Grunt, gasp. "Of tension." She stuck her tongue in his ear, sending a shiver down his body. "Out of you."

"I see," he said, himself almost too breathless to speak.

"You know why?" she said, pausing momentarily from where she was sucking on his neck.

"Why?"

"Cuz then." She sucked the other side of his neck hard enough that he wondered if she might be trying to give him a hicky. "Then, and only then..." "We can properly...fuck."

God damn, Trent thought to himself. This girl was uninhibited crazy. He wondered if she might not need this as much as he did.

"Well, okay then," he said. "So, how do you propose...mmm, yeah...we do that?"

"I think...," she said, and pushed herself up so that she was looking straight down at him. "I think it's gonna have to get sucked out."

Trent couldn't help but grin in return at her own lusty smile. "You think that'll work, then?"

She shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

Sasha kissed her way down his chest while sliding her legs between his own. As she reached his crotch, she planted kisses everywhere but on his cock. He let out an involuntary moan when she took one of his balls into her mouth, trapping it between her lips while massaging with her tongue. Trent couldn't help but envy the guy or guys in her past on whom she must have honed her technique. Finally, and mercifully, she brought her tongue up his shaft in a long, languid lick until she lapped the bead of pre-cum off the very tip. She was slow almost to a fault with her build up, kissing and licking enough to keep him turgid but not with enough force to bring him any closer to the release he desperately needed. Only when he was on the verge of frustration did she change her pace, taking him entirely inside her mouth while massaging his balls and perineum. As her mouth built up speed, sliding easily up and down, she grasped the lower part of his cock and stroked with a twisting motion. The combination of sensations brought on an incredible orgasm, one that erupted so quickly he couldn't even warn her.

Sasha, for her part, didn't just pull off and let him finish. He felt her mouth and tongue playing across and around the tip of his cock as his cum spurted out. She continued to stroke him, gently and slower so as to bring him back down, an action now smoother under his own dribbling remnants. Once his body finally went limp, she reached for her discarded towel and wiped her face and his body clean.

Sasha climbed back on top of him, though more just laying on top of him rather than straddling him, her head propped up just above his. Trent lifted his head to kiss her and she responded with gentle kisses in return. He loved feeling the weight and warmth of her on his body.

"Better?" she said.

"Much," Trent said. "Excellent cure for tension."

"I thought it might help," she said, tracing circles with her fingertips around his temple.

"Why me?" he said, risking the moment. "Not that I'm disappointed at all. But, well, I am a fair bit older than you."

Sasha shook her head and sighed. "Let's just say that you fascinate me," she said. "Doesn't hurt any that you're better looking, in better shape, and a lot more grounded that most of the guys I go to school with. But, no, I just listened to my instincts."

"For how long?"

Sasha looked away melodramatically, biting her lower lip. "Since about the time you hired me."

"Really?" he said. "And all that time, you didn't flirt or anything?"

"Well, I didn't just want to come on to you," she said. "Not to toot my own horn or anything, but it's not that hard for a reasonably attractive girl my age to get a guy turned on. I wanted to see if you had any interest in me first. So I tried the patient approach."

"And this yoga retreat?" Trent gave her a wry smile as he asked that question.

Sasha shrugged playfully. "Trying to nudge things along a little, maybe?"

"Devious," he said. "But I'm glad you did."

"So you did have a fancy for me, too?"

"Painfully so," he admitted. "Granted, it was probably just physical lust attraction in the beginning, but I've really come to admire everything else about you in the months since. It's killed me wishing I was back in college again, to be young enough to have a chance with you." It made Trent feel a little old and corny to say it, but Sasha's kiss sent those nagging doubts scurrying away.

"I'll try not to get hung up on your age," she said. "After all, you're pretty fit and flexible for a geezer."

Trent flipped Sasha off him and onto the sleeping mat in mock rage, eliciting a gasp and giggle from the young woman. He planted his own weight firmly on top of her and kissed her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking him in place until they both had to come up for a breath.

"Call me a geezer, will you, you young pup," he chided.

"Old man thinks he can bring it, huh?" she fired back.

Trent kissed her again and then began to work his way around her neck and down her chest. He planted kisses around both breasts, slowly teasing his way around her nipples until finally taking one in his mouth and sucking hard while flicking his tongue across the tip. She gripped his shoulders tightly, groaning and bucking under his weight, but he didn't relent. He fingered her other nipple to full attention and then turned his mouth loose on that one, rolling his tongue across her firm flesh. Under his waist, he could feel her shifting her hips in a vain attempt to draw his rapidly hardening cock into her.

Once he was confident that she was sufficiently aroused and desperate, Trent kissed and licked his way down her firm belly and along the lone narrow line of close-cropped hair above her pubis, following it like a road map to her pussy. Even before his lips reached their destination, her scent enveloped him, a musky surge of pure arousal that made his own limbs tremble with desire. The heat radiating from her was palpable and beckoned him to indulge.

In his lust, he forewent additional teasing and plunged his tongue deep into her pussy, savoring her flavor as her hips bucked uncontrollably in response. He held his face tight to her, working his tongue in and out until ultimately dragging it up and over her engorge clit. He had never before gone down on a woman who was clean shaven, and the smooth texture was a marvel. If she would let him, Trent felt like he could spend hours down here.

Sasha was clearly desperate for some sort of release, however, grabbing him by the hair and forcing his face harder into her crotch. She thrust her hips into him as if she could use his mouth and tongue as a dildo. He planted his mouth over her clit and alternated between light flicks and long, hard pressure. With a free hand, he slid first one and then two fingers into her cunt, sliding them back and forth and then curling the fingers around to stimulate her g-spot. Under the constant assault, Sasha trembled and moaned in the breathless gasps of orgasm.

Trent eased her back down slowly, her body still tightening under the slightest pressure, until she finally started to go limp. He crawled out from between her legs, stretched his neck, and laid down beside her with one arm idly caressing her tummy and chest. She was still breathing deeply and a sheen of sweat glistened across her body in the faint light.

"The old man can bring it," she finally said, rolling into him for a kiss.

"I'm not ready to be put down yet," he said, kissing her in return. "Besides, isn't forty the new thirty or something like that?"

"Maybe it should be the new twenty," she said, grinning.

They laid together in silence for some time, neither feeling compelled to say anything. Only the occasional kiss or gentle caress was shared. Trent wanted to savor and remember this moment, whether it represented the beginning of something wonderful or simply a passing joy. There was something pure in being able to truly relax and open up to another person.

Trent was brought out of his drowsy revelry by Sasha's fingers dancing lightly over his cock, teasing it back to life. She dragged her fingernails up along its length, circled the head, and traced back down. He leaned in to kiss her and she responded enthusiastically, sucking on his lower lip.

"Any tension left?" she whispered.

"Not while in your arms," he whispered back.

Sasha threw a leg over his waist and pulled her hips in closer, guiding his cock toward her pussy. She teased him, stroking the tip back and forth across her wet slit. He allowed her teasing to go on for a minute until he could resist no longer and he rolled her over onto her back, settling his own weight between her legs. With a smooth stroke, he buried himself deep inside, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.