Yoga Pants

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This 750-word short is my ode to yoga pants. Featured in this piece are Elizabeth and her godfather/lover Eric, who first appeared in "With Daddy's Permission" and "Squirting Young Missus Laughs." Enjoy!

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Including Eric and Elizabeth, there were thirteen in the yoga class, that Saturday afternoon in May. The other eleven participants were all young to middle-aged women, with bodies that knew exercise and care. Yes, Eric was surrounded by booty, and yes, all of those juicy curves were expertly displayed in yoga pants.

He looked around the room, from one ass to the next. Twenty-four butt-cheeks covered in form-fitting fabric. The urge to masturbate was a slow steady rising impulse coming from deep inside. He wasn't used to taking in such an abundance of sexy sights, without letting a little something out in return.

Somehow it had to be enough, just to see and to enjoy the sight for itself. Eric wanted to touch himself in the worst way, even just a little squeeze, but he held on and held out.

The instructor Hailey introduced herself, started class. They were doing a warrior sequence. This gave Eric a perfect view of the asses between him and the front of the room. He felt no qualms in letting his gaze rest on ass and nothing but ass for as long as he held the pose.

The instructor walked past him, and he didn't make any sudden movement. She couldn't see where he was looking.

"Your daughter dragged you to class today?"

"That's my man!" Elizabeth cut in.

"Isn't he lucky?"

Hailey had pretty blonde hair cut below her shoulders and highlighted. She had a great ass in her own right, too muscular to be a true bubble butt, but still big and shapely and memorable in those tight gray yoga pants and her multi-stringed matching gray sports bra.

Hailey's pants were pulled up tight into her crotch, revealing the lines that framed her vagina on either side depending on each step she took.

He held Warrior II and stared at her tight ass go past. Hailey turned and must've caught him looking, but she didn't say anything, withheld all reaction altogether.

They went into a sun salutation sequence. Eric started to bead sweat on his forehead, and his shoulders started to tire and ache. He pushed himself, not wanting to give up in front of all these beautiful women. He dreamed of earning all that ass, chiseling out rock-hard abs for himself through months of daily exercise. He dreamed of all those booties thrust out just for him, to look at and touch and enter as he pleased.

Elizabeth felt the class get more difficult and wondered how 40 year-old Eric was holding up to the exertion. She was looking forward to rewarding him for his efforts. She didn't have the slightest clue just how much all that other ass was on his mind.

It was the longtime chronic masturbator in him, surfacing where it would always surface, in a room full of views, that made his mind give way to reverie and fantasy as the minutes worked by and the sweat started streaming.

The class ended in Corpse pose, flat on their backs. Hailey guided them through a muscle relaxation progression that went from their toes to the crown of their head.

Eric lay there with images of ass molded to yoga pants flitting through his mind.

Elizabeth hadn't noticed how his eyes had wandered, and she had the urge to be close to her man, now that she'd exercised and worked up a sweat. She reached over into his lap and caressed his cock through his stretchy exercise pants.

He got an erection that lasted for a few minutes, long enough for Hailey to come around again, and yes, she must've noticed it. He smiled sheepishly up at her, but she held the ultimate poker face, gave him no reaction at all.

He felt his breath go shallow, and he started taking life one second at a time. After all he had seen, all he wanted to do was to jack off. As soon as possible. He couldn't wait. Once he came, maybe he could start to think straight again. Until then all he could think about was ass: booming ass, popping ass, bubbling ass, strapping ass. Eric was excited thinking that when he did cum, it would be to the newly formed mental images of all that ass in yoga pants.

He took one last look around the room, while the women shuffled about, chatting with each other, and bent over their mats to wipe them down.

In the end, Elizabeth had the best ass in a room full of epic asses. Her bubble butt was perfectly showcased in her tight black yoga pants.

He looked long and hard. Then he went and locked himself in the bathroom.