Hot Yoga

“Get off my sweatshirt, Whiskey!” Nicolette said, exasperated by her dog’s antics. Whiskey was a three-year-old XXL blue nosed bully. Nicolette frowned and snapped her towel at the dog, unconcerned by the weight difference. Nicolette, sopping wet as she was, weighed maybe 120 lbs, whereas Whiskey weighed 165 if he missed a meal. Ever since Whiskey was a puppy, Nicolette would have to shoo him off any clothes left on the floor. “Really? We’ve been over this, pooch. I let you out in the morning, feed you, play with you, and all you have to do is stay-off-my-sweatshirt!”

With a heave, Nicolette pushed Whiskey off, revealing her mussed sweatshirt; it was a gift from her mother on Christmas. The hoodie said Billie Eilish in large font and depicted Fall 2023. Even though Nicolette and her mother were estranged, and she would have liked to attend the concert, that didn’t mean she wasn’t sentimental about the sweatshirt. For his part, Whiskey smiled a big goofy doggy smile and sprawled out across the tile floor of the bathroom. “Yea, yea, yea. I’m such a pushover aren’t I…” Nicolette sighed and started shaking out the sweatshirt, “just ‘cuz you’re cute don’t mean I won’t eat all your tuna.”

At the mention of Tuna, Whiskey turned his big head toward her expectantly. Nicolette laughed and shook her finger at him. “Ha! Serves you right.”

After she finished shaking out the sweatshirt, Nicolette checked the time on her phone: 6:45. She should have left five minutes ago. Luckily, Nicolette’s Dad owned a trailer near the gym, so if she booked it, she wouldn’t be too late. Izzy wanted to meet up early for Hot Yoga that started at 7:15. Rapidly, Nicolette texted Izzy, “OMFG! I spent too long walking Whiskey. OMW, Be there in like 10!!!”

Shaking her head, Nicolette looked at herself in the mirror. She was still nude after the shower. It was warm and humid in April, and she wanted to let her hair air dry out. Now, her natural curls gracefully framed her face, emphasizing her natural beauty. Her eyes quickly scanned past her big boobs, down her flat tummy, and neatly trimmed pussy hair. She had always been fascinated with landing strips, so she decided to try it out. It wasn’t quite straight, and it bugged her as she thought, “Damn, I really need to get laid. I wonder if he’d like me waxed like those porn stars?”

The very thought of porn awoke a voracious hunger in her. Before she knew it, Nicolette traced her lower lips. Admonishing herself to hurry the fuck-up, she applied a light lipstick and got dressed. On went her socks, sweatpants, over-sized black t-shirt, and Billie Eilish sweatshirt. Grabbing her white sneakers and backpack, Nicolette practically ran out the door. She paused briefly to turn her audiobook back on as Izzy messaged her back, “Haha. I’ll be here"

Nicolette plugged her headphones in, too rushed to reiterate to herself how badly she wanted Bluetooth headphones, and started riding her bike. The audiobook was 50 Shades of Gray. The combination of the sultry voice of the narrator and the constant grinding of the bike made Nicolette think about a porno she saw about this blonde girl who masturbated riding bikes wearing a skirt and no panties. Biting her lips, she surreptitiously rubbed harder into the hard rubber of the bike and peddled faster. Luckily, it was a small town and Nicolette got to the gym in 3 minutes and 35 seconds, a new personal best. Blushing from her dual exertion, Nicolette smiled and waved at Izzy, who sat in her Jeep rocking out. When Izzy didn’t immediately see her, Nicolette knocked on the passenger door, then opened it, stepping through.

Izzy squealed, then waved back at Nicolette, squealing, “Nikky! Good morning! I just discovered this song!” Nicolette slid into the jeep and the two embraced like old friends. In the background, the sounds of D R P Ian’s Don’t Go Insane played. “It’s fucking great, bestie!”

Izzy was a petite girl. Both Nicolette and Izzy were around average height, approx. 5’ 4”, but Nicolette was bustier and ever-so-slightly taller. Izzy had a certain grace that made her stand out in a crowd. Her skin had recently cleared up and her light-brown skin was radiant. Izzy rarely wore makeup, it just detracted from her natural beauty. She wore her hair either in a loose bun or braided. Today, she had it in a loose braid. Izzy was unafraid to show off her toned body; she was proud of the results regular athletics and yoga had gotten her. Ever since Zach asked Izzy out, she had become obsessed with fitness. When the atmosphere was loose, Nicolette loved to tease Izzy about changing for a boy. It usually resulted in the two of them spouting feminist and patriarchal slogans in more and more humorous caricatures until they cracked up laughing. Her standard yoga gear was a pink sports bra with white frills that did nothing to conceal her, and pink spandex shorts. Nicolette couldn’t see her shoes, but the two of them always wore white shoes. It was a stupid pinky promise they made back in elementary school that they’d never really grown out of.

Nicolette shook her head, pretending to bang her head to the music as she blushed slightly, her nerves getting the better of her. I wish I had Izzy’s confidence. She’s so sexy! No sooner had that thought crossed her head when a silent voice, whipped up by the wind, spoke in her mind:

“Why don't you try wearing something similar to Izzy? Imagine how surprised she would be while her eyes check your sexy body in a sports bra and spandex shorts.”

Critical Success

“OMG, these guys are the shit!” Nicolette expressed as the two of them danced in their seat, grooving to the beat. As the song ended, Nicolette, seized by a sensation of uncharacteristic boldness, asked, “Hey, do you have a spare workout set? I think I want to try yoga without sweating like Whiskey.” Nicolette immediately blushed and looked away toward the window, almost trembling from the sudden shock of requesting something so daring.

Izzy put her hand on Nicolette’s thigh and turned the music down until she turned back. “Of fucking course, I got you, girl. I got a spare set in the back. I know pink isn’t your color, but you didn’t wanna buy anything when we were at the fitness store.”

Nicolette blushed and nodded. “Yea. I woke up feeling good. Those affirmations I’ve been working on might be paying off… I do want to overcome my shyness.” As she spoke, Nicolette’s voice gained strength as she manifested confidence. An excited Izzy clapped her hands together in rapid succession.

“OK! Fuck Yea! We’re going to rock this shit. I’m proud as hell of you,” Izzy embraced Nicolette in a friendly hug. Nicolette caught up in the moment squeezed back, and it wasn’t until the hug broke that she felt a quiver in her pussy just from smelling Izzy’s spicy soap and lavender hair. Izzy didn’t appear to notice anything as she reached in the back of the jeep, giving Nicolette time to take a few steady breaths. Popping back up, Izzy handed Nicolette her spare set. “Here ya’ go!”

Pretty soon the two started catching up. They hadn’t seen each other since Friday, and apparently a lot had happened since. Some celebrity had a scandal, Trump made a fool of himself, and Christian Yu was a total hunk. Zach and Izzy were doing good, unfortunately Zach had to visit his grandparents in Marion, the next town over, and the two of them had been sharing sexy texts all weekend long.

“Yea. I mean, Zach’s really creative with sexting. He writes these long detailed descriptions of what he wants to do to me, and it’s really fucking hot,” Izzy showed Nicolette the long paragraph Zach had sent on Saturday, and Nicolette agreed it was a sexy one.

“Anyway, Danny and Alex are at the library right now, prepping for our math exam in first period. Are you ready? Mr. Anderson said it was going to be a culmination of everything we know,” Nicole said after changing the subject before she got too horny.

“Hell yea!

"I studied all week. You?”

“Yup!” The girls grinned and psyched each other up before Nicolette looked at the clock. “OK. I’ll see you in class, I’m going to go change.”

After stowing her bike in Izzy’s trunk, the girls made their way into the gym.

They diverged as Izzy went left toward the yoga room, and Nicolette went right toward the locker room. Using a stall, Nicolette quickly stripped and started pulling on Izzy’s outfit. The first thing Nicolette did was frown slightly at the pink. She hated wearing pink. Sure, it looked good, but she always drew too much attention. Secondly, the tiny outfit even looked small in her hands and Nicolette felt kind of naughty imagining what it would look like on her…

Nicolette briefly entertained a fantasy about feeling hot lights on her skin. As she looked around, she felt many pairs of eyes on her. All hungry. All ravenously trained on her body. As she looked at herself, she realized that all she had on was a thin tank top and bikini bottom. A cold hose sprayed water on her, and her nipples hardened under the pleasurable chill. Looking back up, she saw a faceless stud walk out from the light and start touching her.

The sounds of Grandma’s complaining about their husbands broke Nicolette’s reverie, and she shamefully wiped her finger on her thigh. Unintentionally, she had started rubbing her folds. Shaking her head because she had to hurry, the geriatric class got out at 7:10, so class started in a few minutes, Nicolette looked around for her underwear. Panicking slightly, Nicolette searched under her hoodie, in her sweatpants, backpack, and even under the stall. “Oh shit! I forgot to wear underwear today!”

Nicolette blushed hard, heat rising down her chest as she realized that not only was she going to be doing hot yoga in Izzy’s spare outfit. But she would be doing it wearing the tiniest, most form fitting clothing she had ever personally worn, outside of fantasy of course.

Izzy took two breaths. The first breath steadied her and allowed her to think. She didn’t have time to head home. Besides, Dad would be up, and she didn’t want to deal with his hungover ass. Second, she repeated her affirmation: I am beautiful. I am sexy. I am desirable. I am powerful. With that, she stepped into the pink spandex shorts. They looked fantastic on Izzy, but Nicolette was slightly thicker in the rear and the outfit clung to her ass like a second skin. It ended around mid-thigh, and Nicolette bit her lip in anxiety. She could already see a camel toe forming. Her moist pussy was only going to get wetter, and the thin material had already started sticking. Trusting in the urge she felt in the car, Nicolette told herself, “You got this. Nobody will see. It will be fine.” Next, Nicolette pulled on the pink sports bra. It was also thin, and Nicolette squealed a little bit as she realized her nipples were already slightly poking through. Unaccustomed to seeing her boobs through a boob window, Nicolette really hoped she wasn’t too risqué. She did like how her midriff looked: all sexy, toned, and framed. One of the best parts of track and field was the opportunity to show off sexy tummies while running, and she had always relished that. She knew her physique was excellent. Nicolette couldn’t help but compare herself to the sexy girls in porn, and she was realistic to know that they enhanced their looks with body modifications, but she had most of them beat in a naturally feminine athletic sense.

Gritting her teeth, Nicolette walked out of the stall and straight toward the yoga room. She could hear the old women behind her greet her, “Hey Nico- who you showing off for, girlie?” “Damn, Nicolette, you’ve got yams!” and “Don’t let my Charles see you” rang after her, making her blush. The old women’s cat calls made her feel both a little more at ease, and a bit more anxious. Nicolette turned and waved back at them as she rushed out the door, “Thanks, Eleanor! I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got yoga!”

Blessedly, nobody took notice of Nicolette as she dashed toward the yoga room. Or perhaps she was so focused on her task she ignored the numerous glances and appreciative head nods.

As Nicolette approached the yoga room, Ms. Shuri, their instructor, stood in front of the door. Ms. Was only 4 years older than Nicolette, and both ran on the track team together. Shuri Singh radiated a positive glow. Her parents had emigrated from India when she was ten, and Shuri had taken to America wholeheartedly. A beautiful MILF, Shuri was toned, flexible, and oozed a quiet serene confidence that always put Nicolette at ease. She always dressed in scantily clad deep red gym clothes. She wore smokey eyeliner to emphasize her exotic look and loved to tease her long luscious raven hair. Currently, she had a slight paunch and enormous fat tits, though her body was still extremely fit. Two months ago, she gave birth to her second child, Amim, and was in the process of working off the extra fat. Nicolette thought she still looked absolutely stunning, like in the top 5% of all women on earth sexy. In her senior year, Shuri and her long-time boyfriend went steady. Shortly after graduation, Shuri had her first baby, Sarah, and started working at the gym. A typical gym bunny, she was always in the gym. One of Nicolette’s first jobs was to babysit the Amim, and Shuri and her were fast friends.

“Smiley Day, Nikky. I couldn’t believe it when Izzy said you were going to try wearing one of her outfits. I’m so proud of you for wearing something appropriate for hot yoga! It’s about time you embraced yourself!” Shuri beckoned Nicolette into a tight hug. Her exotic voice did wonders for Nicolette’s libido as she instantly imagined how that voice might sound crying out from mercy from a fat cock. Shaking her head, Nicolette reciprocated the hug.

“Thank you,” Nicolette smiled and laughed as Shuri lead them into the yoga room.

The room was insufferably hot. The idea behind hot yoga was to push your body to the ****, and the best way to do it was hardcore yoga in a hot room. Shuri kept her yoga room at a warm 122 degrees, and Nicolette already felt like dying. It was like being exposed to the Mojave Desert. The room itself was big and expansive. It had to be, since Shuri regularly had 30ish practitioners per session. This class was a mix of people, but the only ones Nicolette cared about were Izzy, Shuri, and ball players: Chad, Rick, and Hector. The three players were triple sport athletes and took seriously the pliability method of working out. Nicolette also thought they took hot yoga as an opportunity to ogle some beautiful women, and she couldn’t blame them, since she ogled them right back.

They were all muscular and tall. Nicolette hadn’t talked to them and only knew about them from certain characteristics. She was too shy and always ran away before they could talk to her. She thought of Chad as their leader: he was always loud and bombastic. She liked how naturally blonde he was. Rick seemed like the charming and cool-headed one. He had an Afro and tried to grow a beard, but it still came in a bit patchy; but she fantasized about if his BBC was actually a BBC or not. She did know Hector, since he was Izzy’s cousin. A quite Latino man, he had tattoos and seemed dangerous to her somehow. At a couple of cookouts in the past, she thought he was kind of awkward and cute. If her romance books told her anything, it was that Hector was a **** dealer and his hard exterior shielded an innocent boy who should be protected.

The boys immediately tracked her, and their chatter quieted as they stared at her. She felt both flattered and extremely scared by their attention and quickly looked away. A cool bead of sweat dripped down her boob and she was suddenly self-conscious.

As always, Izzy beckoned her over. “OMG! You did it. I’m so proud of you!”

“Th-thanks-” was all Nicolette managed before Shuri started the class.

“OK, ladies and boys! Today’s focus is on balance and core strength. I’ll walk you through it, but don’t be afraid to go outside and get some water. We’re going for a full half hour! And 3-2-1!” Shuri counted the studio down and launched into the workout.

It was hard work. Within minutes, Nicolette felt like she had ADHD. Her eyes wandered, her body burned, and she could feel her pussy moisten. On her immediate left, Izzy and her sweaty body drew her attention. Nicolette’s best friend looked so delicious. Sweat dropped out of every pore, covering her body and face in a healthy glow that instantly reminded Nicolette of a pornstar getting absolutely railed within an inch of consciousness. When she looked to her right, her mind nearly broke. the sight of those three boys flexing, straining, and their confidence nearly made her cum with. While Nicolette was in Downward dog, she fantasized:

I’m blindfolded, bent over in half. My face is shoved down and my pussy and ass are exposed. I feel a cool wind on my bare holes as someone blows on my hot core. Moaning, I beg him to fuck me. It’s one of them, and he sticks his cock in-

Shuri’s voice booms through the loudspeaker, “And up into Warrior II. Hold for 30 seconds.”

Suddenly, that fantasy is replaced by:

I’m on my knees as I stand before my Indian goddess. She has decreed that I worship her aching feet, and so I must. I lithely extend myself to her feet and reach out for a delectable lick-

“Ok. Now we are going to transition into tree pose!” And the fantasy is lost as Nicolette brain is **** to focus on yoga. As the yoga session progressed, Nicolette felt her body get warmer and warmer. She started seeing everyone lustfully, even the old man who couldn't keep up with the class and looked like a raisin. Her pussy got wetter and wetter. Her nipples, much to her embarrasment poked proudly through her thin top and she saw everyone look at them at least once. Normally, Nicolette would feel mortified, but right now all she could think was, "Fucking hell Shuri, count faster! Fuck I bet Hector's cock would taste so yummy intermingled with Izzy's cunt. Holy hell, I need to frig my clit. Fuck Fuck fuck! My Leg's too tight!"

"Aand! Namaste everyone! See ya'll later!" Shuri blew everyone a kiss as people got up, sore and achy.

"Come on Nikky, we have to get to class. We've got like 15 minutes to make it!" Izzy, panting, her breasts heaving distractedly before Nicolette said. She grabbed Nicolette's arm and together they raced into the locker. Suddenly terrified by the ramifications of missing a final exam, the girls showered perfunctily and drove to class at Springfield High just as the late bell was tolling. In her haste, Nicolette stuffed her dirty borrowed gym clothes in her bag, but managed to collect everything. Looking flushed and anxious, they take their customary seats by their DnD crew.

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Dice rolling:

Why don't you try wearing something similar to Izzy? Imagine how surprised she would be while her eyes check your sexy body in a sports bra and spandex shorts."

D100 Difficulty - 50

D100= 89 + 10 = 99

Critical Success

Result: Nicolette forgets her panties and bra at home. Nicolette wants to borrow one of Izzy's outfits. For the time of day and the availability of Nicolette's own limited wardrobe, it didn't make sense for her to surprise Izzy.

(Private MSG Requests)

Nicolette feels the need to masturabe following the session:

D100 Difficulty - 31

D100= 3 + 10 = 13

Failure

Result: Nicolette contains herself because there is pressure to get to math class

Nicolette forgets her sweatshirt at home:

D100 Difficulty - 20

D100= 9 +10 = 19

Failure

Result: Nicolette remembers her sweatshirt