Sunday morning yoga with Daphne

You rise refreshed on Sunday morning. You head over to the dining hall and wolf down a quick breakfast alone, and then head over to the gym, sensing that Daphne might be there this morning. You return to the yoga room that you found Daphne in over a week ago. To your delight, you find her there again, standing in the center of the room in a tree pose held to utmost precision. You enter the room and meet her focused gaze.

“Good to see you here, Alex,” she says. “Have you been practicing on your own?”

“Yeah, a little bit,” you respond. “Can you tell?”

“No,” Daphne says, and you crack a smile at that.

“Guess I’ll just have to show you then,” you say, imitating her pose on the yoga mat.

The two of you regard each other, Daphne’s perfect form in stark contrast to your wobbly, barely held together mess, but as the seconds tick by, you do manage to hold the pose together. When a full two minutes have passed, Daphne slowly arches an eyebrow.

“You have been practicing,” she says, impressed.

“As I said,” you smile, finally relaxing back to a neutral stance as she does too. “Did you doubt me?”

“Many guys would have found reason to lie,” she says. “Especially over something like this. But not you. You committed to it, and you followed through.”

She gradually drops into a downward dog, and you follow suit, both of you arched at the waist. While your head remains an inch or two off the ground, Daphne’s head is lightly pressed against the floor.

“It wasn’t a big deal, I just made some time for it,” you say, struggling to sound nonchalant as you really start to feel the stretch.

“But it wasn’t required of you, and that is the key,” Daphne says.

She slowly raises her head and glances up at you with a smile, but her approving look quickly fades to a concerned frown.

“Ah, but your form still has a long way to go,” she says, pulling out of the pose and walking to your side.

She runs her hands over each of your legs, saying: “Bent knees can be fine when you are just starting out, but you should be able to straighten your legs out. Do you feel it now?”

With her hands pressing up on your thighs, the extra bit of support lets you fully straighten your legs, and you hiss as you really begin to feel the pose as it was meant to be.

“I think that did something,” you say, and you, still with your head facing the ground, see Daphne’s smille in an upside-down way. Something about it sends butterflies up into your stomach. Maybe it’s the blood rushing down into your head.

“This is still not all the way there,” she says. “The hips need to be adjusted, too.”

She shifts her hands upwards from your thighs. They follow the natural lines of your body, up through the inner thighs, and her hands linger by your crotch, rubbing there ever so slightly with her cool fingertips, before she lands at your waist. She makes a small adjustment to the way that you’re arched, so that your head ends up pressing even closer to the ground. You breathe, and feel the tension in your body.

Or is it the tension in the air?

Daphne’s hands circle around your waist once more, dipping down and coming awfully close to your cock, which seems to sense the feminine presence as it twitches. Is it awakening from its slumber? Not right now, you think, I need to focus on the yoga, can’t let Daphne know that I’m getting hard like this...

“The best test of how well you can hold a pose is how well you can maintain it in the presence of distractions,” Daphne says.

The base of her hands press against your waist, helping you hold the pose, while her naughty fingers stretch out, slowly but surely pressing against the base of your stirring cock.

“Fuck, this is hard,” you say, barely in control of your breathing.

“No,” she says with a shake of your head. “If it were hard, you would have failed.”

She watches as you struggle to bring your loins under control. You set your mind to focusing on the downward dog, pushing your arms out, stretching your legs, the muscles in your thighs flexed and tight. Those hands against your cock, that’s just a distraction, a temptation that’s not really there, and you convince yourself to focus on your body, recalling the form cues from the youtube tutorial that you followed in what seems like an eternity ago…

“Now that is it,” Daphne says, finally releasing her hands from your hips, as you find that your cock has, miraculously, shrunk back down to its limp state. “You have mastered your physical urges, and that is something to be proud of.”

She helps you ease out of the pose and into a standing position once more.

“That wasn’t easy,” you say, feeling a bit lightheaded from the time spent upside down. “Now I’m wondering, would you keep your cool if I tested you in the same way?”

You give her a suggestive smile, one that Daphne coolly returns.

“You may find out for yourself someday,” she replies.

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