No, you stay for the class

Jack puts on some gentle... almost sensual music and starts walking you through basic poses. You start out alright and you suspect the smart fibers are gently pulling you into the right position but even with this performance enhancing spandex you find yourself quickly falling behind. Once Jack has gone through the cycle two or three times he tells the group to repeat and everyone else seems to be able to pretty easily follow along, without being told the pose. however you're hopeless.

Jack bee lines right for you as you're about to attempt a Standing Forward Bend, a movement that requires you to keep your legs straight as you fold yourself over, bring your head towards your knees and put your hands palm down on the ground. You're kind of just trying, and failing, to touch your toes when Jack makes it to you.

Jack : "Good try, but you really need to keep your knees straight"

He walks up behind you and kneels down, wraps his powerful arms around your knees, forcing them to lock in place. He's so freaking warm and his muscular torso feels like a gentle cocoon engulfing your legs. With your knees positioned correctly he moves his hands to your back and pulls it gently towards your legs while standing up himself until his crotch is rubbed tightly up against your butt. Having corrected the fold of your stomach he rotates around your body and kneels down again to put your palms in position, you look up at just the wrong time and your face meets his crotch which is sporting a sizable bulge. You sit there frozen, for a moment, mortified that your lips had basically made contact, a few millimeters of fabric the only thing separating you from the man's sizable cock. You're uncomfortably aware of the warmth and overwhelming musky smell.

To your immense shame Jack was the one that awkwardly broke the contact. He did it smoothly and without comment and you quickly put your head back down and hurriedly tried to **** your palms onto the ground. You looked over at Sammy who had obviously observed the situation valiantly holding back laughter at your expression.

The class goes on and far from avoiding you after that mishap Jack seems determined to improve your form and is even more... intimate. The session feels like it goes on forever and to your horror you're cock is straining at the cage, you're sure because of all the attractive women in tight yoga clothing. Between Jack and your smart clothes you are at least getting a great work out and your form is undoubtedly improving.