Go inside

"Let's go inside," you say, being honest with yourself. You don't feel like doing more running today. You don't want to exercise at all, but the idea of lifting some weights sounds better than doing more cardio.

Cammy nods and you head into the fitness center. Most of the building is dark at this hour, but there are a few things going on. You see a couple girls in the gym playing with a basketball... weird hobby at a soccer camp, but everyone has their own way of unwinding. In the weight room, there's that really strong, Russian coach with pink hair, doing squats.

It looks like Cammy wants to go in there, but you stop, looking into a yoga room. A woman is in there by herself.

You've seen her around camp, and she always gets your attention. She's a coach, and her name is Amelie. She's French, and she has the most perfect body you've ever seen. She's perfectly slender and elegant, yet still manages to have some of the biggest breasts and the fullest ass of anyone in the camp. She looks good in everything, but right now she's wearing black yoga pants and a black tank top, and it's hypnotic to look at.

She's doing yoga in there by herself.

"Hey," you say to Cammy, who looks back. "How about yoga?"

She looks thoughtful.

"I suppose it's important to train the mind as well as the body," she says.

Sweet. You open the door.

"Can we join you?" you ask Amelie, who looks up. She's sitting cross-legged with her back arched, looking super elegant.

"You may," she says.

Nice. You and Cammy go inside and put mats down. You just follow Amelie's lead. She's insanely good at this, and the great thing about participating is that you don't have to pretend you aren't staring at her. You HAVE to watch, you know? You lick your lips when she does a back arch, her chest thrust out and her legs extended. This is better than porn. If you had some privacy and a video of Amelie doing this, you know what you'd do.

You realize that Cammy isn't next to you anymore.

"Where'd she go?" you ask.

"I think she knew that you were not focused," Amelie replies easily, changing poses. She stands up, then bends at the waist. You try to do the same. You're flexible, but not as flexible as she is. You definitely feel a stretch when you do this.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" you ask her. "Do you want to go out?"

"Do you think that would work on me?" she replies, sounding bored.

Oh. OK, she's got you. She must know your reputation.

"It's only a question."

"Is it?"

You decide to be frank with her, mimicking her as she changes poses again, balancing on one foot.

"You are so beautiful," you say. "You must get asked out all the time. I have to ask."

"Hmm," Amelie replies, switching again.

"I'm just being honest," you say. "I can stop. Or I can leave you alone. I don't want to bother you."

"What do you want?"

"I want to take you on a date," you say.

"What do you really want?" She stops and stares at you. What is this? A test? An honesty test? OK. She doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. She's flirting back. Why not?

"What do I want? I want to touch you," you tell her. "All over." You look down at your obvious bulge. "I want to rub it all over you in that outfit. You're so perfect. That's what I want."

Amelie sits down and smiles, spreading her legs.

"All right," she says.

Wait, what?

She looks at you invitingly. Was that the key? Just telling her the truth? She really wants to get lewd, right here? In this room? When she met you half an hour ago?

Well, you've hooked up with girls that you've known for even less time. Amelie is just so classy that you didn't think she'd be as horny as you.

And there's a bit of a challenge in this... there's a window into this room. Anyone could look in an see, but Amelie likes bravery... obviously.

"You're sure?" you ask.

"Of course," she replies. She's not bluffing.

You have to deliver. You slide off your shorts and underwear and join her on her mat.

Amelie's amusement and your embarrassment make this harder than it should be, but smiles and allows you to pose her like a doll. You rub your erection over her breasts, which are snug in her top. You put her on all fours and enjoy her generous, but incredibly firm rear end. It's really good. You put both hands on her cheeks, nestling your cock between them... her yoga pants just make it feel better.

"You cannot make a mess," she says lightly.

You slide up and down, such a warm, powerful tingle running through your groin. Her body is amazing. You want to make a mess.