Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01 - Sex Stories

Jack's Adventures 05: Hayley 01

This is the fifth story.

This is the story of Hayley.

Hayley was a yoga instructor. I'd taken up classes in my late twenties to hone my physical fitness and, let's be honest, meet beautiful women. I didn't even have to meet them, just exercising around them was enough, watching the magic of leggings and yoga pants at work, leaving little to my imagination. If I got laid out of it, well that was just the cherry on the cake.

I signed up for beginner yoga at a small studio in West Hollywood, and ended up in Hayley's class. I was early my first day, the first one in the studio. Part of me wanted to set up my mat in a back corner, hoping my inevitable failures would be less conspicuous, but I laid it out right in the center. Confidence, Cohen.

I was doing some preliminary stretching, looking between the mirrored walls, gazing out the skylight, when the door opened and Hayley entered. I clocked a tan body and blonde hair before she looked at me and smiled...

Well holy shit, I'd hit the yoga teacher jackpot.

Her body was long and lithe, toned without looking muscular, curvy in all the right places: b-cup breasts that sat high on her chest, noticeable hips and a small perky butt. Her hair was beach blonde, her eyes bright and emerald green, her face small and round. Her smile was wide and disarming; it crinkled her eyes and nose and made her look like she was laughing. I'd find out later she was 29, but the joyousness of that expression, the tightness of her body, ...

... the lift of her tits and ass, made her look almost a decade younger.

"Hey!" she said, coming over to me. She had a bouncing, long-strided walk that reminded me of a baby deer.

I stood up and shook her hand. Her eyes were just below mine.

"Jack," I said.

"Hayley. First time?"

"Yeah."

"Well try to keep up, and I'll try not to put you on your ass."

"I'm not opposed," I said.

She looked at me with mild surprise. I hadn't meant to push it that fast, it just came out. But I smiled and to my immense relief she laughed, throwing her head back, her hair cascading behind her head.

"You're gonna be trouble," she said.

"I'll try not to be," I said.

"Don't try too hard," she said, and winked. "Welcome."

She went to set up and I resumed stretching. Other women started to filter in, and I found I couldn't care less how attractive they were. I only had eyes for Hayley.

My first class went generally terribly, my body not ready to stretch in the ways it was being asked to, but there was a silver lining: Hayley was very hands-on, and was often there to move me into the right shape. Her hands ended up touching most parts of my body - my biceps, my abs, my thighs - as she corrected my form. Her hands were strong, her touch firm. She adjusted me confidently, and it turned me on immensely.

I didn't push our relationship that day. When it was time to go, I thanked her for her instruction and left. I was going to win her with dedication.

So I kept coming ...