“Alright class! Fantastic work today!” A smile lit up my face as I pressed my hands together. “Frida, great job on holding your bridge!”
I waved out my class as they filed by, one by one. It was pretty easy for me to notice that one student was taking her time and not rolling up her mat yet.
“Mia, everything okay?” I rolled up my own rose-red yoga pad as I watched the younger blonde.
She waited until we were the last two in class. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” She twisted her back and stretched out as if we hadn’t been doing that for the last hour. “There were just a few advanced stretches I wanted your help with.”
“Really?” I cocked my head to the side. “We had a lot of beginners in class today, so it was all really basic stuff.”
Mia was one of my longest and most consistent students. She could teach her own class, but we lived in a small town, and I thought she didn’t want to be competition.
That said, I doubt she needed my help.
“It wasn’t a position from today.” The young blonde shook her head, her ponytail dancing behind her with the movement. “It was the one from last class.”
“Well, that narrows it down.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “Last class was only an hour and a half.”
Mia and I shared a giggle together before she said, “I don’t remember the name of the pose. It’s the one where we fold, put our hands together, and then put our arms through our legs.”
“Oh, that one is difficult, but it feels so good on the lower back and shoulders.” I rolled my mat back out and Mia picked hers up and came to join me by the class mirrors.
“Oh my God. You know what? I am so rude!” Mia gracefully arched her back as she took the initiating stage of the pose. “You did your class greeting this afternoon, but I haven’t actually asked you how you’re doing today.”
I smiled warmly at Mia’s heartfelt inquiry and apology. “Oh, don’t sweat. I mean, please do sweat.” I giggled. “But from the exertion, not from worrying. I’m fine,” I played off coolly.
I know instructors aren’t supposed to have favorites. But Mia was my favorite. She never missed a class, and she even substitute taught for me in the rare occurrences I couldn’t lead a class.
Well, she didn’t teach the class, but she unlocked the studio and still held class, cleaned up, and locked up for me while people used the space and worked on their favorite stretches.
Some students had gotten back to me the next week saying that Mia had been an angel in helping them in certain positions and techniques. So, yeah. She had led the class.
And gosh darn it, if she wasn’t the sweetest woman on the planet. Always smiling, so warm and helpful. Also, easy on the eyes.
Average height, sun-kissed blonde hair. Pool-blue eyes I wanted to swim in. That body? To die for. The perfect amount of chubby with fantastic curves and flexibility from years of yoga. Fantastic boobs and an ass I wanted to play with for hours.
All that to say, that girl was out of this old hen’s league.
But that didn’t stop Mia from being a sweet darling to me. She always told me my makeup looked good or that my hair looked nice. I knew there was a single shock of silver just starting to peak through the chestnut brown by the corner of my left eye. But she never mentioned it.
I caught her eyes on me a few times, but I had always assumed she was watching the intricacies of my form.
When my eyes were on her, it was admittedly to watch her form but also to admire her. Mia was the perfect girl next door. Not movie star pretty, but the kind of girl you could bring around your parents and then gag her with panties to keep her quiet in your bedroom.
Fingers snapped in my face and I shook my head. “Earth to Abigail!” Mia waved her hand in front of me. “Are you okay?” The concern in her voice made me feel guilty.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Just caught me daydreaming.” I shrugged it off, and she smiled.
“Did you meet a cute guy?” She popped her eyebrows and ran her pink tongue across her white teeth.
Oh, if only she knew.
“Something like that.” I dropped my eyes to the floor, unable to meet hers. Or those full lips. “So, let’s get you back into that stretch. I’ll pay attention this time. Promise.”
“If you’re distracted by me, that’s just fine.” Mia winked, and then something that looked a lot like recognition pulled the corners of her mouth into a big smile. “Oh my God!” She squealed. “You’re blushing!”
“I’m not blushing.” I bent over and grabbed my thighs as I sank into the pose she wanted to work on. “It’s like 80 degrees, and I’ve been working hard. It’s totally from the yoga.” Said the liar.
“Sure. Uh-huh.” Mia knew I was lying through my teeth as she copied my pose. That meant that she could easily look over and see my still-blushing face. “You’re pretty in that shade.”
“Oh my God, Mia. Shut up!” It was my turn for an unusually high voice as I tried to hide my face from the younger woman.
“What?” Mia’s laugh had such a warm tinkle to it, even when she was picking on me. “You are! I mean, you’re always pretty.” She brought her hands together and glided them between her shoulder-width parted legs. “But that shade of red blush on you? I wish that was a color pallet of makeup.”
This girl was too fucking cute. How was I supposed to focus on the stretches she wanted to do when all I wanted to do was kiss her?
I leaned deeper into the stretch and pressed my face into my thigh, trying to hide.
“I made you speechless?” Mia assaulted me with an arrogant giggle. The jerk.
“Just shut up and stretch, okay?” I was a grumbling old bitch, but I didn’t care.
“Abigail?” Mia’s voice was a lot softer this time, making me hope she had a subject change.
“Yes Mia?” I lowered my voice and followed up with a deep breath as I slowly came out of the hold, standing back up.
“Did I tell you how much I appreciate you? Staying after class to help me, answering my texts whenever I have a question, when I stretch at home? Just how nice you are in general?”
Her praise had nothing to do with our bodies, but her words were so sweet and heartfelt that I still let out a gentle, “Aww, Mia!”
When she stood up too, I wrapped my arms around her in a friendly hug. “I appreciate you, too. You’ve always been so sweet and helpful. I love having a student, a friend, that cares so much. Even though there are some years between us, I’m glad I’m not a cramp in your style.”
Mia’s hands slowly moved down my back as she rubbed it. It was a tender moment between friends, so I didn’t think too much of it, until I felt her fingers brush the waistband of my leggings.
I released Mia from the hug and saw her smiling face looking back at me. There was a look of playful confusion there. “Cramping my style?” Her head tilted to the side like mine often did. “Abigail, you’re what? Forty-two? That’s not style cramping. You’re not ‘over the hill.’” Her voice softened, and she held my hand. “You’re not thinking you’re getting too old or something like that, are you?”
She hit right to the core of my confidence crisis. “Aren’t I getting too old to be flirty? I’m forty-two, as you pointed out, and still hopelessly single. Guys don’t look at me as much as they used to.”
Mia frowned and didn’t let go of my hand. “Abigail, listen to me. You’re still hot as fuck. Have you thought that maybe at your age, with the shape you’re in, maybe you intimidate guys?”
“The shape I’m in? And how would that plus my age intimidate guys?” The pieces weren’t fitting together.
Mia rolled her eyes. She finally let go of my hand but put hers against my tummy instead. “Abigail, you’re absolutely bonkers if you think you’re missing a step. Most people would kill for your abs at any age.”
“Well, I guess….”
“And your ass would be tight for a 30-year-old. These thighs of yours could probably crush a walnut. You’re a walking wet dream, Abby.”
Mia was incredibly close now, and I licked my lips anxiously. “Thanks for your vote, Mia. But it doesn’t make me thirty again.”
The younger blonde took hold of my chin and glared icy blue daggers at me. “Abigail, being as hot as you are at your age makes you fucking hotter. You could be such a cougar. Or a MILF. People make porn about women that look like you putting younger men in their places. If you said I could only address you as ma’am, I would be on my knees in front of you so fast.”
I blinked, standing there like an idiot. “I think you might be right. It’s just… as soon as I started even getting to forty, I felt like my body confidence was sprinting away.”
Mia shook her head. “Nuh-uh, ma’am. I saw the shape you were in on your fortieth birthday, and I instantly thought you were the sexiest baddie alive for looking this good at forty. Me and some of the other girls call you Lara Croft behind your back.” She shrugged. “Minus the massive honkers. But your little cuties make you look tighter.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at my small breasts being called ‘little cuties.’ It was also one of the most simply Mia things I had ever heard.
“I appreciate this a lot, Mia; your words. I’ve always took care of my body, but… it’s been a while since I had… you know. I haven’t felt sexy in a few years.”
Mia pouted again, and I wanted to catch that bottom lip between my teeth. She let go of my chin but moved her hand to cup my cheek. “Abby, I’m going to be honest with you for a minute. And I hope it doesn’t change anything between us.”
“Okay.” I nodded my head, trying to tell myself not to laugh at whatever was going to come from this sweet summer child’s mouth.
“I’ve had a silly girl-crush on you for a while now. Until I knew you were having this… self-doubt, I thought you were goals.” She shrugged. “And you still are. You just need to feel like you’re as sexy as you are.”
I slumped my shoulders a bit but caught myself. I was a yoga instructor. Mia shouldn’t see me slouch, I told myself.
“Mia, you’re sweet, but it’s not your job to pick me up. You’re my student. This isn’t necessary.” Her hand was still on my cheek, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into her comforting touch a little.
“Yes, I’m your student.” Her eyes dug into my soul, and her honey-smooth voice seeped into my heart. “But I’m also your friend. And someone that thinks you are so fucking sexy. For you, age really is just a number, Abby. I know your past the forty mark, and that little streak of silver is starting to worry you, but girl….”
Mia closed her eyes and soldiered on. “I’ve… I’ve touched myself to fantasies of you, okay? That’s how smoking you are. I get worked up every week watching you up here being a sultry, sweaty and perfect boss-bitch.
My mouth slacked open and I stood there, not sure what to do with this revelation. “Mia, I-um, thank you for that bold admission. I guess I didn’t think….”
“What?” Mia challenged me to keep stumbling, her sapphire eyes blazing open again. “You didn’t think your tight, older body could still turn a twenty-something’s head enough that she’d touch herself? Guess what, ma’am; it happens pretty damn often. And here’s another thing. When I get home, I’m peeling my clothes off and showering. I’m going to use my shower head on my clit until I cum, screaming your name.”
I was completely stunned. There was no response in my brain as I pictured Mia’s perfect, soft and curvy body with steam all around her. Her long, blonde hair would be down her back and a supple breast in one hand, the shower head in the other.
“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.
That knowing, pool shark smile of hers was on her stunning face again. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?” Her hand moved from my cheek into my slowly turning hair. “You know what I’d rather picture?”
I swallowed roughly and looked at the shorter girl. All of this had blindsided me so hard I couldn’t even blink. But she waited. She was making me respond.
“W-what would you rather picture?” My voice was a ghost of the warmth and strength it usually was. Despite being fifteen years younger than me, Mia had me wrapped around her finger in that moment.
“Get into downward dog for me, Abby.” Her voice was husky, but somehow still black velvet against my ear as she became the master.
And I didn’t fight her. I fought through my own shivers as I walked out on my hands and kept my ass up.
Then, I felt her hands on my back. Mia was mapping the contours of my spine, feeling the toned muscles of my lats.
“Who hurt you, Abby? How else could you not feel exquisite in this bod?” Mia ran her hands over the small of my back, to my hands. Her touch felt reverent.
Even without her touching any really sensitive parts of my body, I was trying not to shake. If Mia put her hands anywhere that counted, I didn’t think I’d last very long.
I realized she asked me a question. It didn’t matter if it was rhetorical, a joke, or an honest question. I was going to answer her. She deserved an answer for how she was treating me.
“It’s not that anyone’s hurt me, Mia. It’s just been too long since someone made me feel as treasured and desired as you are right now. Having a hot blonde twenty-something telling me how good I look is a big ego boost. And according to you, I deserve it.”
“Now, what am I going to have to do to you to get you to say the words to me, ‘I am sexy?’” The playful tone of her voice was replaced with a far more determined one.
Her open palm connected with my ass cheek, which was perfectly presented to her in the downward dog. The unexpected contact made me gasp, and she giggled at the reaction.
“Transition into downward-facing dog for me, will you?” Her lips against my ear were the sweetest thing. That soft voice of hers promised me more than just a stretch as I widened my hips and moved my face closer to the floor, arms moving further forward.
My fingers pressed to the end of my mat, and I had all the stretch had to offer. Which also offered everything I had to Mia.
Her fingers trailed softly up the backs of my thighs, feeling the elastic material of my leggings against the taut muscles of my hamstrings. “You know, Abby, there’s a lot of women my age and younger that would kill for this body. I’m happy with my body, but I don’t mind admiring yours, too.”
My next words came out breathily. “I’m glad to hear you’re comfortable in your body, Mia. You should be. I’ve…” It was time for me to be honest like she had been. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, too. I love your curves.”
Mia smiled knowingly, and I bit back a moan when her fingers went to my inner thighs. “Be more specific, Abby. Tell me what you love.”
I swallowed anxiously. This was Mia, someone I really needed to hang out with more outside of classes. Sweet and gorgeous, always smiling. She caressed my body and told me things I hadn’t heard in too long. I knew I was safe telling her. But our relationship made it hard to just blurt it out. I had to do it, though.
“I love your body, Mia. I spend too much time staring into your eyes. It’s a good thing you have such a warm and pretty face, though. Because otherwise I’d stare at your full tits, your soft belly I want to cover in kisses and little bite marks.”
I couldn’t see Mia’s face, which was a shame, but her happy little hums, her hands moving closer to my center, told me I was doing fine. “Abby, did you know that there’s a rip in your leggings?”
My face went redder than it had been since Mia started caressing me. “The little one in the crotch?”
Mia laughed at how quietly I asked. It had to be obvious that I was super embarrassed by it. “That’s the one. It’s about to get a lot bigger, too.”
“Wait. What?” I felt her fingers grasping around the little hole, and then she was pulling. I heard the clear tearing. “What are you doing?”
“You look like you need to breathe better, babe.” Mia’s voice was a soft laughter as I felt the air—and her eyes—on my newly exposed ass. “Oh my God! No panties? You naughty cougar, you!”
“They’re yoga leggings! I didn’t want panty lines. And the hole was so small, you’d have to be really close to notice.” My feeble excuse didn’t stop Mia’s hands from massaging my glutes. My embarrassment wasn’t strong enough for me to exit the situation. Instead, I just lay there with my ass pointing at her. At least the downward-facing dog let me hide my face.
“Yeah, Abby, I don’t know what you’re insecure about. Your hair has a bit of silver, but this is an ass so many people would die for. I know I’m enjoying this experience.”
“Oh my God, Mia.” That weak protest was all my brain could serve up. I couldn’t convince myself that it was even a protest.
A hot woman fifteen years younger than me was feeling up my bare ass and telling me how nice it was. I knew that as her instructor I needed to end this exchange. But the needy, horny part of me that was seeking pleasure and validation told me to stay put.
“Do you want me to play with your pussy, Abigail? Would you like me to get rid of any insecurities you might have about this?” Mia didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she helped herself to me, running her fingers over my already wet slit.
A helpless, shameful moan bubbled out of my lips, and my heated forehead pressed to my mat. “Shit!” Not exactly refined or boss-bitch, but it’s what came out.
“You’re not having any problems getting wet. That’s for sure.” Her fingers were gone, and I could hear her tasting me on her fingers. “Delicious, too. Any guy not trying to get into your leggings is an idiot.”
“Mia…” I tried to come up with some kind of argument, some kind of complaint. But I couldn’t. I was willfully submitting to this dirty angel who had just put her fingers back on my folds.
“Yes, Abigail?” Her hand stopped moving, frozen in place with my slimy lips carefully pinched between her fingers. She knew exactly what she was doing, and I wanted her to keep doing exactly that to me. It didn’t matter anymore that she was my student. I needed this.
Needed her.
“Please don’t stop. Make me feel just as sexy as you see me. Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging. I just needed to let go. To be caught.
“I didn’t plan to stop, Abby.” Her fingers proceeded to move up and down my cunt lips, making me pant. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to make this happen for weeks. But I want to be clear about something.”
I felt Mia’s breath on my ass. With my position, I knew she had to be on the floor. My money was on upward-facing dog. Her face that close, her exhale on my skin, I had a feeling she could feel my heat. She could smell the sweat and musk.
It made me shutter. It made me wetter. She was so close to my cunt. Could she see the drops of my arousal?
“I’m not trying to take advantage of your sex and body image crisis, Abby. I really do want to help you feel sexy and seen. And momma, from where I’m stretching, I’m wet just from seeing you.”
If her words weren’t enough to make me cry out, her soft and warm tongue pressing against my pussy lips were. The way she dug in and curled her tongue as she scooped up made me groan and dig my fingernails into my foam mat.
“J-Jesus, Mia!” I tried to hold still, but my hips had other ideas. I pushed back into her face, needing her. I needed her tongue inside me, claiming me for her more youthful mouth.
“You taste so fucking good.” Mia enunciated her words as she gripped my ass and squeezed, pulling me further into her. Her sweet but dirty words ghosting my flesh as her lips brushed mine had me rolling my eyes.
Mia’s nose was right in my sweaty ass crack, and she didn’t show any signs of caring. She was groaning just as much as I was, even though it was her tongue licking my cunt like it was melting ice cream.
It took an almost embarrassingly short time before I was taking in deep breaths and gritting my teeth, trying not to cum.
“Mia… slow down.”
The hot blonde stopped at once. She was in front of me in a second, holding my face and looking into my eyes.
“Are you okay?” She was so goddamned sweet.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Better than okay. And you’re better than okay at, well, eating me out. Too good.”
Mia smiled knowingly again. As much as I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off her face, she had earned it. “You don’t want to cum too soon? Why not?”
I looked away, knowing that my reasoning was stupid. I had some baggage from my last relationship, and I realized how much I had just projected it.
“I’m sorry. The last guy I dated… he’d focus on making me cum first. Just once. Then it was all about him.” I rolled over and lay on my back, looking up at Mia’s soft, understanding face.
“You think I’m going to make you cum once, just so I can tell you I did it, and then it’ll be all about what I want?”
I shook my head. “No. That’s not fair. That’s not what I meant to say. I’m sorry. I just… that’s what I’d gotten used to from…”
Mia didn’t let me keep backpedaling. Instead, she draped her luxurious body over me and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me with an intensity I hadn’t felt for a few boyfriends. And I kissed her back. Just as hard.
I moaned into Mia’s mouth as her hands gripped my ass from underneath. Her tongue shot into my mouth and explored every one of my white teeth. She wanted to know every part of me.
It was so clear then that this wasn’t about making me cum once and then getting what she wanted. For the first time in I wasn’t sure how long, I felt like what my sexual partner wanted was me. Not just how good I could make them feel, or how good they could make themselves feel by using me.
When Mia broke the kiss and braced herself in a planking pose, I scrambled to wipe my eyes.
“Woah. You’re crying. Are you sure you’re okay? We can stop if you need to.”
I shook my head and held onto her wrist. “Don’t go. I very much need this, Mia. I need you.” I swallowed again and blinked away another tear. “The way you make me feel… you make me feel beautiful and not like I’m just a tight body to be used.”
It was Mia who wiped a tear away this time. “I’m so sorry anyone ever made you feel like that, Abigail.” She switched to sit cross-legged by me as she cupped my cheek again. “You are so beautiful, and you so deserve to feel pleasure without expectations of giving it back.”
“Mia, I don’t want orgasms for free.” I surprised myself when a genuine sounding laugh came out and not a sad, broken one.
Mia’s hand left my face and her fingers trailed down my neck until they were at the bottom of my sports bra. She yanked up, exposing my small but firm breasts. She hummed with satisfaction and licked her lips. “Still perky. And look at these perfect dark nipples.”
The genuine praise of the hottest woman in my class made me preen under her touch. My back arched and my tit pressed into her hand as she groped it.
“Anyone who focused on themselves more than you was a selfish piece of shit that didn’t deserve your body, or the wonderful woman in it.”
A tear rolled down my cheek again, but this time it was because of how healing Mia was to my soul. “How can you be so beautiful outside and be so precious and perfect on the inside, too?”
Mia leaned down and licked the tear from my cheekbone, her hand never leaving my breast. Her fingers playfully pulled on my nipple, extending it and working it into a hard nub.
I threaded my hands into her silky blonde hair as she leaned down and licked the dark areola around my nipple. Her burning, sapphire eyes watched my face as her lips wrapped around my nipple and suckled on it.
“God, Mia. I feel like you’re dissecting me. Worshiping me.” I arched my back, and she reached between my legs. Her fingers found just how soaked I was for her, and she smeared my wetness around my clit. I gasped and saw stars as I exploded.
“Mia! Mia! You’re making me cum already!” I proclaimed boldly. My climax wasn’t something she had asked me to give her. She hadn’t asked me if I was going to cum thirty times. This climax wasn’t the end of my pleasure for the evening.
Before my orgasm could end, Mia was rushing to have her face between my thighs again. That damned skilled tongue of hers was licking up and to the sides, swirling around my running lips.
“Oh my God, Mia. I’ve never had someone make me cum like that.” My panting breath and heaving chest should have been enough to get my sincerity across.
“That’s because you’ve found douchebags that want a trophy, but not people that want to polish said trophy.” Mia emphasized her point by licking my wetness from her lips.
“Thanks, Mia. I needed this. And I don’t feel like you took advantage of me. You did help to make me feel really sexy again.” I laughed as I sat up on my mat. “The way you tore the crotch off my yoga pants also makes me extra glad I have a spare in my bag.”
“Maybe next time I won’t savage your favorite pair.”
“Next time?” I stood up and pulled the ruined leggings off completely. Mia got a full moon view of my ass and pussy as I dug out a fresh pair.
“I mean, if you want there to be a next time. I don’t know if you wanted this to be a one-off or if, like….”
Mia was stuttering for the first time instead of me, and it was the most adorable thing ever. I felt like the cougar she said I could be.
“Oh, there will be a next time. But I want to buy you dinner first. A proper date, Mia. If you don’t mind dating an older woman?”
Mia grinned ear to ear, and I could tell she was fighting to stop from jumping up and down. I wouldn’t have minded seeing that; her big titties bouncing, held in just by her sports bra. Mph.
“I have a thing for older women. You’re exactly my type. I’m more than happy to take you off the market.”
And I was happy to be taken off the market by someone like Mia.
