Maria meets Stacey afterwards in the locker room

The class goes well.

For one, Maria actually enjoys it - she's new to yoga but with her new body she feels utterly confident following Stacey's competent instruction. She makes sure she shows off her cleavage, arching her back to stick it out whenever possible. Any time she bends down she suggestively wiggles her ass, barely contained by her yoga pants.

She gives little sighs of effort, of satisfaction, of discomfort. Whatever noise she can make to get Stacey's attention while maintaining plausible deniability.

Stacey is a pro. Her eyes dart to her new pupil throughout class, but she doesn't break or stutter.

Not until the locker room.

Maria deliberately puts her mat away slowly, waits as the others trickle out to ask a question about some of the yoga positions. Stacey answers as she grabs all her own stuff.

"Thanks for that explanation. I look forward to perfecting my downward dog, I think it shows off some of my best features," Maria says, and sticks her ass out to emphasize what she thinks those are. Stacey laughs, and blushes.

They walk into the locker room, side-by-side. The other stragglers have finally left. It's empty after the studio's last class of the day.

This is the dicey part. Even with the covering-up they did, Maria can't strip naked without giving away her connection to Finn. She waits for Stacey, modest, to turn away and start taking her clothes off.

She takes off her top and sports bra before pulling down her own tight yoga pants and panties, all without looking around. Maria just stares and feels her mouth suddenly start to water, literally, as she catches a glimpse of Stacey's pink pussy lips. So this is what a Cuntlicking tongue does?

Maria is a little bi - though she normally dated men she appreciated a good-looking woman from a distance. But now her tongue was sending a powerful signal to her body - like a cross between hunger and horniness - that she needed to dive into that pussy.

She approaches Stacey, and puts a hand on her muscular shoulder. Stacey whirls around, almost frightened,

"W-what is it?" She says. Seeing Maria's still-clothed body in front of her clearly confuses Stacey.

Maria, taller than the yoga instructor, takes a step and backs her into a corner. Timid without his help, just like Sir said. The nude instructor looks up at her eyes wide.

Maria takes her chin in hand and leans in to kiss her. Stacey doesn't resist, and after a moment she starts to respond, her lips and tongue moving with Maria's. Maria notices a higher degree of control and muscularity in her kiss than normal, some of her new enhancements. The kiss feels especially good.

They don't rush the kiss, or go too heavy too fast, but when they part both women are breathing a harder.

"I wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you. You're beautiful, Stacey," Maria says as she maneuvers the smaller woman to a bench.

Stacey is stiff, at first, but as Maria kneels between her legs and pushs her back she finally complies and spreads herself.

"Yes, that's right. Let me taste you," Maria says.

Kissing her ways up Stacey's thighs, the taste of sweat light but slightly salty, she finally reaches the promised land, what she's been thinking of since you instructed her on this plan. She licks Stacey's already-wet pussy and a new sort of ecstasy begins for both women.