Unexpected Pleasure

Six weeks ago a yoga studio opened its doors, all protocols in place. I joined for three sessions a week. At the studio I met a woman who substitute taught at the high school. We became yoga friends and met for tea and toast before yoga. I invited her to my home, she invited me to her apartment.

At her apartment she suggested nude yoga. It took a lot of nerve to undress, she was naked in a flash, bending and twisting. My self conscious hang up made it difficult to bend and pose, knowing that she would be looking at my most private parts. She was on the other end of the spectrum, her most private parts on display in their full glory.

When she offered to give me a massage my discomfort went up, her hands on my boobs, her hands on my butt cheeks, and a full vulva massage. I did not want to touch her vulva, much less slip my fingers inside her lady lips. But I did, and my mouth and tongue too. Before I could say no I was kissing her nipples, she was mouthing my lady parts, she inserted her finger in her vagina and had me suck her finger clean.

I can only imagine what women do together, she knows what women do. And we did it, all. I am not there yet, but I will take her hand and go where she leads me. I quite like it, really like it. Who would have thought a woman can make you feel so good.