I would stand in front of the class, take off all of my clothes, and tell the other girls to do the same. At first they'd giggle nervously but eventually they'd throw off their clothes and join me. We would all stand there for a few minutes admiring our sexy bodies before starting our yoga routine. At least that's how imagined it would happen; but that's not...
Dr. T has invited me to join him at the university's rec. center as his guest. The university conducts classes on yoga, weight training, tae bo, aerobics, along with everything else for faculty, students, and guests. He has instructed me to wear something that will definitely be noticed. I only wish that I wasn't so impulsive about these things as I now fi...
Ok, so this one is different for me. The idea just hit me and I went with it. Hope you like it. I parked a couple of rows back and about a dozen spaces over from my wife's car, with an unobstructed view of the front door to the Happy Life Yoga Studio. I watched her enter the building, dressed in a pair of skin-tight, pink Lululemon exercise pants and matchi...
This story continues from previous ones but can be read separately. For the last night before heading back to Manchester for my final year of university, I spent the day with my boyfriend, Sam. We went for a lovely walk in the afternoon, then had dinner before meeting with his work colleagues who had arranged a social event. They'd been bowling, which we'd...
I remember the spring of '87 as vividly as if it were yesterday. It sounds unreal, but this was the school that featured coed saunas and I recalled seeing a coed nude swim featured on the school weekly calendar. A sophomore at UMass-Amherst with an interest in dance inspired by my high school girlfriend Heather, in January I was looking over courses availabl...
This is the third part to my Guest House series. I want to thank everyone for taking the time to rate or favorite my stories and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I had writing it. -------------------------------------------------- Dylan finished his breakfast and put on his running pants and shoes before heading out. He did a few stretches and took...
This is a fairly tame, risqué story involving unexpected nudity. If you are looking for stories that involve sex, infidelity or swinging, this is probably not for you. It is more suitable for couples to enjoy together. *** Groupon emails for vacation deals show up in my mailbox all the time. Since we really don't have the money for an elaborate vacation,...
My name is Peggy Pierce and I live with my husband, Matthew, in the faculty apartment of a large residence hall at the University of Texas, Austin. It's a dorm, actually. We moved there two years ago when Matthew was hired as an assistant professor in the psychology department. Both of us had just finished our Ph.D.'s at Stanford (his in psychology and mine...
The sudden arrival of winter in the Southwest made Carlson walk slowly to the gate. He noticed the leaves toss themselves across his path, and listened to them rustle by. These were conversations he had forgotten to tune in to. Finally the Altadena hills were blanketed by snow, and the moon's own hills seemed sharper. The cold itself was like a conversation...
"G'night Trent." Trent looked up from behind the computer screen and at the parade of tired but energized yoga students from the last session of the evening as they made their way toward the exit. His clientele base was still small enough that he knew most by name, a fact that he intended to preserve as long as he could manage. He bade several good night, n...