By the time I made the studio, opened the unlocked street-level glass door, and climbed those ten metal steps, I was pretty much swooning with anticipation. It was a heightened sense of arousal that had grown over the past few days and tickled me deep as I fantasized more about all the clandestine maneuvering than I had actually so far. Still, it worked for me being so secretive and amped for whatever was coming.

Making the sharp right into the big second-floor space, I instantly noticed the lights were lower than usual, a distinct candlelight splash coming from where I knew Amelia's platform was. As I stepped further into the room, I could see my yoga teacher sitting cross-legged there per usual, only this time, she was completely naked.

I flipped off my crocs and stepped to the lady who was smiling at me as I was her. I sat down trying to keep my eyes on her face.

"How did you know, really?" I asked, doing my best to keep my eyes above her chin.

I was growing hotter by the second knowing that right below my line of sight, Amelia was showing off what I had spied on many occasions to be a very large chest. Jody, her, a few actresses I had the hots for; ok, I guess I had a thing for women with bigger breasts than mine.

Who'd of thunk it?

"I noticed you the second you walked into class," she said in that metered cadence she always spoke in. "But as the weeks progressed, I admittedly was watching you maybe more than the others, and I thought I read a little extra blush across your face when you left each time. I know that look, I've had it occasionally in my classes and others I've taken. I didn't exactly know if you were aroused, and if so, what might be the cause, it's not unusual for students to really let go sometimes, even to the edge of orgasm. I just wanted to ask and see."

"I'm glad you did," I said as Amelia stood, and I couldn't help but follow her, stepping back to manage a long deep look at heart-stopping voluptuousness.

She had unusually large dark chocolate brown areolas, slightly darker than the rest of her shiny perfect skin. Her breasts were indeed big, maybe only a smidgen smaller than Jody's (I hated that Jody was the only other woman I had to compare to, but there you have it). But for all her size, and the fact that Amelia was at least as old as my forty-four years, her breasts had a beautiful natural slope to them, and her little nipples seemed to be as hard as mine were right then.

Bending to peel out and off my clothes (it seemed the least I could do) at one point I came quite close, face to crotch, for a good long eyeful of the tightly coiffed strip of brown hair running vertically between the lady's thick legs. I had to stop the urge to reach out, to at the very least tickle her there as to maybe turn her quickly and get a good look at her ass. I had stared at my teacher's round wide bottom any chance I was afforded, and I was certainly interested in seeing Amelia's magnificent ass naked and capturing it with the rest of what I was then seeing in my brain for mind-movie repeated showings.

I finally lifted myself and my eyes, fully kicking off the last of my clothes and stood there displaying my completely shaved rosy pale self in a way I never had.

"Let's lie down."

"Ok," I said, and Amelia and I lay down right in front of her platform, on the cold wood, side by side. Our asses and backs gave forth a concerted "Sqmeet, paha," as we wiggled into place.

"Tell me what you most want," she said reaching to her side and clasping my hand. I sensed we were both looking up at the ceiling, probably just trying to settle ourselves as best we could.

I knew I was.

"I think...I think what gets me most," I said interlocking my fingers into hers. There was a sea of possibilities stretched out on the floor there where our hands were linked at our sides. Would we cross it? Could we? Did we even really want to?

"I....your voice. Does that make sense? When you call us all up from the end of mediation, the stories you tell, they frankly really get me going."

"Very, very interesting," she said, squeezed my hand, and then told me, "Close your eyes."

"It's a pink sandy beach. Where I am from it is so bright, so warm, so perfect. I see us there, just as we are now, naked, lying on the sand, it scratching our warm bottoms but not so uncomfortably that either of us will rise up. It is mid-morning but don't worry, we are alone. I know this place well. I know the days and hours when nobody comes by."

I tried not to wiggle, growing wetter as I was with each of her words. I grabbed Amelia's hand harder.

"We have some time, but not so much time that we can wait much longer," she continued. "So, I roll to you, and you feel my warm big breasts against your arm."

I did and didn't. She hadn't moved but I could well imagine her closer to me.

"Your lovely white skin is so light to the touch, cool, despite the sun and sand. I tickle my fingers down between your beautiful round breasts." Her saying this really got me breathing deep. "I just lay my open palm on your stomach. Maybe we shouldn't go any further" I whisper as a gull overhead agrees.

"No, ah...oh God," I said, squeezing her hand even harder, undulating with a Plisfaisha on the wood.

"This is okay then?"

"Yes...yes please," I said, again not feeling her touch me but feeling her words surely lighting across my electric skin.

"I like how shaved you are, how I can see your lips, how I can so easily part them..."

"Oh, Ameilia."

"Do you want this?" I ask. "Really, truly want this?"

I couldn't tell if she was speaking through the fantasy of the story she was telling or if she was actually asking in the here and now. I also didn't know how or even if I wanted her to.

"You are so wet."

"Oh Amelia," I moaned, shut my eyes tighter, and felt her fingers slacken from mine.

Oh, good Christ, I thought, she was really going to...and I was really going to let her.

"Stay still, don't move, let me guide you."

I tried to slow my breathing as I heard her slide from me off the floor. Keeping my eyelids shut I imagined where she could be; sitting at the side of me, maybe positioning so she could soon simply lay herself down on me, maybe skittling to my feet where she might spread my legs and then...

The platform gave its usual" Shhhnip" release as I realized Amelia had moved to sit on it again.

"Go ahead, you deserve it," she offered just before I opened my eyes.

Oh God, I couldn't believe she had moved, was sitting there over me, looking down at me! It was exactly my fantasy, then again more than I had ever imagined.

"I am there touching you, but I am also here sitting away, and yes, touching too, I will admit it. As you say for you it is my voice, for me it is watching, always watching, as I am watching you now."

I thrust my left hand into my soaking wet crotch, letting the waves, Amelia's voice, the knowledge of what she might be doing, our connection and me roiling to an orgasm pin me to the floor as much as work its way into an obsession I knew I'd carry at least to another private class with this woman.