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The continuing adventures of Pam and Zach. I guess I’m obligated to state that all characters are 21 years of age or older. While embellished for literary purposes, events strikingly similar to these did actually occur.

Naked Yoga Exposes a New Side of Pam

After the other night, I definitely knew I wanted to further explore being naked in public. Knowing that a college in Philadelphia offered a co-ed naked yoga class as a night school activity, I called and talked to the instructor. Assuring me that it was a legit course, she explained that class size was limited to 15 people and that, while preferred, prior yoga experience was not necessary. Elizabeth, the instructor, further told me that it was totally up to each individual as to how much clothing one had to shed in the beginning. But by the end of the third class, you were expected to be totally naked, in all fairness to the other class members.

I asked her if any nights had vacancies and she told me that, because of the success of the classes, they had recently decided to open up another night, that being Mondays, but it wouldn’t start for another two weeks. Since the salon was closed on Mondays, I requested that she put aside two spots. One for me and one for Krystal, whom I had yet to discuss this with, but who I hoped I could talk into joining me. I felt it would be easier for me if I had someone I knew there. At least in the beginning, anyway.

One night, while cleaning up the salon after closing, I broached the idea with Krystal. Sweeping the floor, while she put away the hairdryers and hot curl wands, I just sorta blurted it out.

“You know how lately I’ve kicked around the idea of being naked in public?” I started.

“How could I forget after you went on and on about that night you and Zach had last week,” she kidded. “I mean, c’mon. You made it sound so erotic. Being naked in full view of your neighbor and then in the car at the custard stand and on the freeway with the car top down. Wow. I’m jealous. I wish I had been doing it with you.”

“Well, that’s what I was hoping, because I signed us both up for a naked yoga class in Philly that starts in about ten days,” I informed her. “It’s every Monday night for six weeks, and there’ll be both men and women, only about fifteen, though, including us, and I’ve already talked to the teacher, and it sounds really safe,” I rambled on, trying desperately to hide my insecurities while anxiously awaiting her response.

“Naked yoga? I didn’t know that was even a thing. And co-ed? Really? Naked?” Krystal stammered. She thought for a minute, then enthusiastically replied, “Hell yeah, count me in.”

In my mind, I’m thinking, ‘Well that went better than I ever could have imagined.’ And, ‘I guess now it’s time to put on my big boy pants and do this.’

The next ten days flew by and suddenly I was parked outside Krystal’s place waiting for her. Out she came, carrying her yoga mat and wearing the cutest front zip blue hoodie, matching tailored sweatpants and a pair of slip-on Skechers. I looked downright sloppy next to her, as I had on a pair of my track warmup pants, a loose long sleeve Beatles T-shirt and flip flops.

“Damn girl! You look so cute,” I greeted her as she tossed the yoga mat in the pack of the minivan.

As she got into the passenger seat, she smiled and replied, “Don’t I? I just got this outfit. It’s from that Kate Hudson line, Fabletics. I had to rush order it after you told me about this class. And, since this is all I’ve got on, I will be getting naked tonight. I won’t need to wait the three weeks. I’ve been thinking about this ever since you asked me.”

Putting the van in drive and pulling away, I responded, saying, “Well, I’m wearing a pair of silky boy shorts under this mess. I don’t think I can get totally naked right away, but we’ll have to see.”

I pulled into the parking garage across from the building where the class was being held. Riding the elevator down and pornolar waiting to cross the street, I could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Krystal sensed I was anxious and squeezed my hand and assured me all would be fine and we’d have a great time.

Finding the classroom on the third floor, we entered and saw that there were already about ten people present. I counted four men among the group. Ages of all of us ranged from, I’m guessing, as young as twenty something to as old as sixty something. There were all shapes and sizes, as well. I grew a bit more comfortable. It looked like some knew each other, as there was a group of four gathered in one corner, but the rest were more like us, new to all this. It felt like when you’re in an awkward situation and you don’t know what to do with your hands. I’m sure you’ve all felt similar one time or another.

At five to eight, the instructor Elizabeth, who appeared to be in her sixties as well, with beautiful long grey hair and who was remarkably fit, entered, followed by two other participants, one male and one female. She directed us to place our mats on the floor in rows of four as she locked the door, turned up the thermostat, dimmed the lights and turned on the kind of background music you’d hear in a high-end spa, kinda exotic and sensual. Krystal and I placed our mats in the third row from the front.

We stood in place, facing her, as she went through the rules of the class. She explained that, while several of us had taken some other yoga classes before, all of us were were newbies to this type. She reminded everyone that you could be as dressed or undressed as you feel comfortable with the first two weeks, but that by week three, you must be totally naked, in deference to the others. She also told the men, as well as the women, not to be embarrassed if they, or someone next to them, became physically aroused at first and assured them that it was quite normal and that after the first week it usually didn’t happen.

“You may now remove as much clothing as you feel comfortable with,” Elizabeth stated, as she began disrobing. I looked over at Krystal, who was on my right, weakly smiled, and began undressing. She smiled back, slipped out of her shoes and eagerly unzipped her hoodie, letting it slide off and fall to the floor. I kicked off my flip flops and pulled down my track pants, setting them aside. I again glanced over to her as she undid the drawstring, lowered and stepped out of her sweatpants.

‘God, she looks so good naked,’ I thought to myself, my eyes drawn directly to her fabulous tits. They were perfect. Just more than a mouthful with nipples that grew to about an inch in length when aroused, like now. There was not a hair anywhere on her shimmering body, except her head, of course. I felt myself getting wet. I took another deep breath, held it for a count of three, then exhaled slowly as I lifted my T-shirt up and off and placed in on top of my pants. Standing there in only my boy shorts, I suddenly felt so aroused, even though the only ones looking at me were Krystal and probably the two others behind us. I had to remind myself that this is just my second step in my journey to feel comfortable being naked in public. Krystal blew me an air kiss as we turned our attention to the front of the room.

I could see that, of the nine people in front of me, five were totally naked, counting Elizabeth along with two other women and two men, two women and one man had on only underpants, and the remaining one women had left on her bra and panties. For being sixty-something, Elizabeth looked amazing. She was totally tan, had well defined musculature, smallish breasts, a flat stomach and a nearly trimmed pubic patch. On my left, the woman was nude and on Krystal’s right the woman had just removed her outer layers, leaving her in just a sports bra and spandex shorts. A quick count in my head told xhamster me that the two people behind me had to be men, in what stage on undress, I could only guess. Knowing that they were male and looking directly at my bare back and pantied ass, made my nipples hard. I envied Krystal, just standing there smiling, basking in her naked beauty and here I was, perspiring even before class had begun.

Elizabeth worked us through several poses that I was kinda familiar with while constantly reminding the class to concentrate on their breathing, a critical aspect of yoga. Starting with the mountain pose, we did several others while standing. While not difficult, between the temperature of the room and straining sometimes to hold a proper position, we were all sweating. Yoga was new to Krystal and because she has spent so much time, of late, in the gym lifting weights and doing cardio, her muscles were tight and not used to stretching, so she had difficulty with some of the poses. Watching her out of the corner of my eye and seeing her dripping wet, her muscles glistening, I so wanted to wrap my arms around and press my body tightly against her, so much so that it caused me to shiver with excitement.

We took a break after twenty minutes, to grab a drink and cool down a bit. Elizabeth apologized, saying that the thermostat wasn’t working properly and she hadn’t meant to make this hot yoga, eliciting laughs from the entire class. It was only then that I allowed myself a glance around the room. The two men behind me were both naked. The one behind me looked to be in his mid-fifties with a dad bod and a slight beer belly, rocking an untrimmed pubic pile and a below average dick. The other, behind Krystal, was around thirty-five, tall, very nicely built, with a three day stubble, trimmed pubs and an attractively huge erection.

I nudged Krystal with my elbow and motioned with my eyes for her to take a peek. She bend down and fussed with her clothes, quickly glanced back, turned to me, snickered, cupped her hand to my ear and quietly proclaimed, “Oh my God. I would so definitely suck that cock.”

“Me too,” I echoed, causing us both to stifle a laugh.

I was pretty sure it was staring at Krystal’s beautiful bare ass and not mine for the last twenty minutes that was the cause of his arousal. I mean, while I feel my ass is pretty good, it was covered. While hers is simply fantastic.

“So whatta ya think? Is this all you’d thought it would be?” she asked me.

“Yeah.” I hesitated before continuing, taking a mental inventory. “This…is good. I’m, I’m…comfortable. Yeah. I’m good.” And I truly was. I was proud of myself for doing this. In fact, I felt so good, that when Elizabeth called out for us to take our places back on our mats, I put my thumbs under the waistband of my panties, pulled them down to the floor and stepped out of them. ‘Wow!’ I thought. ‘I’m standing totally naked in plain view of a group of strangers and I’m loving it’.

Krystal, seeing that I went full Monty, lightly punched my shoulder saying, “Good for you girl.”

I also noticed that the woman next to her had removed her sports bra, letting her puppies breath and one of the men in front of us had taken off his boxers, giving me another pale white butt to look at. I guess I wasn’t alone in my feelings.

The final thirty minutes of class were more intense, as we were doing poses down on the mat on all fours. Things like side planks and three-legged dog for example. I gave no pause to the fact that during some of these, my pussy was on full display to the guys behind me. We wrapped up class promptly at 9:00PM, toweled down and got dressed, letting Elizabeth know how much we enjoyed ourselves and that we would definitely be back the next week.

“I have a nasty thought to tell you,” Krystal admitted as we walked to the van. “I hope that guy behind me shows up next week. I really liked his looks, not just that beautiful cock japon porno and who knows, maybe he’s single,” she giggled.

“Maybe he is. Wouldn’t that be interesting?” I chuckled. ” And, I too, have a slightly naughty confession to make as well.” I don’t think I’ve ever felt as alive as I did at that moment. My mind and body were turned up to 11 on the arousal gauge.

“Oh really? Do tell.”

“Now that I’ve done this, I’m seriously gonna look into being a nude model for a college art class. And after I do that, I’m thinking, the next step I wanna take, and believe me I’ve given this a lot of thought, is to have sex in front of a group of strangers,” I offered, feeling my face go flush as the words exited my mouth.

“Pamela! You surprise me. I have to tell you though, I can’t see Zach wanting to do that,” Krystal exclaimed as we neared the van in the now, near empty parking garage.

“Who says if has to be with Zach?” I replied, not believing what I had just said. “Maybe I’d like it to be with a random stranger,” I confessed as I opened the side door and tossed our mats into the back. Then I pushed Krystal up against the van, kissing her passionately while sliding my hand down the front of her pants and landing it on her mons.

“Or maybe, it could be with you,” I proclaimed, as I unzipped her hoodie and placed my mouth on her breast and sucked on her nipple. Krystal moaned with delight as my fingers found their way in between her slippery folds. I stopped sucking only long enough to tell her, “Take your hoodie off.”

As Krystal let her top slide off her arms, I maneuvered her onto the back seat of the van, yanked off her Skechers and pulled off her sweatpants. She reached up to remove my pants, but I pushed her hands away.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna do you. Right here. Right now. Then I’m gonna go home and fuck Zach silly,” barely getting that sentence out before returning my lips to her tit. My two fingers drove deep inside when Krystal arched her back, begging me to finger-fuck her.

“Oh God! Don’t stop! Faster! Faster!” she encouraged, placing her hands on my shoulders.

As I increased the pace, I moved my thumb to her clit and began rubbing. I suckled on her right tit and let my tongue flick her hardened nub before moving over and doing the same to her left one. Krystal was writhing, trying to push my face down between her legs.

“Eat me! Please! Oh God!” she moaned as my mouth worked its way down her abdomen. I pushed my tongue into her belly button before dragging it down to her clit, which I sucked on just long enough to make her scream, before penetrating her pussy. Krystal held her knees wide open, giving me ample access to her pleasure zone. I lapped her with my tongue as my hands went up and found her tits, twirling and tugging her nipples. I licked and sucked repeatedly, driving her to the edge and back several times. When I moved my lips to her clit and sucked on it hard, she grasped the back of my head and pushed me tight against her pussy.

Suddenly, the van was filled with a flash of light coming from the headlights of a car leaving the garage. It was like a spark igniting a forest fire. Krystal crushed my head with her thighs and held my face tight to her cunt and came violently, screaming in pleasure, and drenching me with her juices.

“Jesus Christ! Oh my God! Oh my God!” was all she could utter as I attempted to suck her pussy dry. “Stop! Please stop. Oh my God.”

As she gasped for air, I tapped on her knee, reminding her that she had to loosen her thigh clamp on my head.

“Oh, sorry. Sorry,” she apologetically realized, releasing me from my tasty confinement.

I slid up her body and kissed her, transferring her slippery cum from my mouth to hers. I hugged her tight. “You know I love you, right?” I asked.

“Yes, I know. And I love you too,” she replied.

Before getting completely off her, I lifted her legs up and licked her pussy one final time, savoring the moment. I exited the van, closing the side door, and got into the driver’s seat. Krystal dressed and slid between the seats to the passenger side. I reached over, put my fingers on her lips, then pulled away, heading home to definitely fuck Zach silly.

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