Discreetly watch

Yeah, I'm not really into yoga, however I am quite interested in Monica's ass in tight pants. If I joined in with her, I'd miss on the best view I could get. I left my laptop on the kitchen table, so I can just say that I'm doing homework, and I can just take her in.

Nodding to myself, I walked confidently to the living room. Just as predicted, Monica had just started her yoga. My heart (and vagina) skipped a beat when I saw what she was wearing. Her legs looked phenomenal in her purple yoga pants, her hips had a great curve to them. But on top, all she was wearing was a black sports bra, that hugged her perky B-cup breasts. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she had a grey headband on her forehead. Her face showed a look of determination, although she seemed tired from the week as well.

It was so hot.

"Hey!" I called out, walking withing greeting range.

Monica turned around. She was in the middle of her warm up, lightly stretching her slender limbs and torso. "Hey Christy!" she replied warmly. "Wanna join?" she motioned to my yoga mat in the corner, very very gently used.

I shook my head. "I'm good this time, there's homework I got to finish by tonight."

"Gross," she commented with a smile. Then she turned back to the video playing on her laptop. There was a quite attractive Asian woman talking about the yoga they'd be doing today. She was on a tropical beach somewhere.

While Monica finished her warm up, I realized she switched to a different yoga. Her last one had been all about breathing and mindfulness, and inner peace and crap. She also had her yoga blocks set beside her mat. Today the focus was on learning how to do the splits.

I chuckled on the inside. I used to be able to do the splits a long time ago, back when I used to think exercise was fun. I tried to image what Monica would look like doing the splits. I imagined her spreading her legs fully wide. Then she laid down on a soft mattress. And her pants and her panties slid off. And I slowly started kissing up her toned, pale legs until...

I shook my head. This was not the time for fantasies. But it was too late. I could feel myself getting wet already. I had a huge orgasm backlog, and my sexy roommate was driving me crazy with yoga. I hoped I didn't do anything I'd regret later.