The Christmas Wish--Erotic Short Story by Malin Edholm

Author:Malin Edholm [Malin Edholm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: F
Publisher: LUST
Published: 2019-10-08T00:00:00+00:00

Two days later, I am back at the yoga studio. I am already sitting on the floor when she arrives. This time I’ve left the hat behind, but I still choose a spot in the back of the room. Nobody is there but us. Lo sees me and locks eyes with me as she rolls her mat out, lights candles, pulls her essential oils out and starts the music. Then, instead of sitting down to stretch as I assumed she would, she walks in my direction with slow steps. From her cropped hair to her naked feet, she radiates confidence.

I feel the sweat gather and trickle down the side of my face and in between my breasts. She squats in front of me, reaches her hand out, picks up a lock of hair from my face and places it behind my ear. Her smile puts a spell on me, as always, and her touch gives me goosebumps and makes the hair on my arms stand up.

“Hi, my name is Lo. Nice to see you again”, she says and takes my hand.

“Ehm he-hello, Tova”, I stutter and feel my cheeks blush.

She keeps holding my hand even after the handshake is over. She twists it and then she strokes the back of it with hers.

“Tova, I would love to buy you a cup of hot chocolate after this”, she says and winks her eye at me before she goes back to start the class.

The room has filled up with people while she has been sitting down next to me, I have no idea if she held my hand for a minute or three hours, but my hand feels cold and empty without hers in it. The yoga class is even better this time, I find my poses, and I realise that my body is more capable than I thought it was. Every time my eyes are not closed in an attempt to focus inwards, I exchange glances with Lo, and I’m excited to notice that she doesn’t seem to be as focused on herself or anyone else in the room today.

During the half-pigeon pose, our eyes meet, and I completely lose my breathing technique. If I’m not mistaking, I think that her professional and well-practised yoga breathing becomes a bit choppy as well, telling me that she is holding back some desire of her own. It is an extremely drawn out and charged moment, and I feel something building up inside of me. I press my vagina against the mat and reach forward, tensing instead of relaxing. I drown in her eyes, and I have to interrupt the pose before I start to whimper and moan from the sexual yearning that is taking me over. My panties are so wet that I am afraid that it will show through my yoga pants.

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