I've always considered myself straight. Guys were status quo for me since I was a teenager. I had the typical crushes, boyfriends and eventual husband. Sure, I appreciated the female form but never had sexual thoughts about being with a woman. That is, until a couple of months ago...

It all started when I went through a pretty shitty divorce. My husband and I grew apart over the years and it eventually ended on a bad note. As a way to keep my mind occupied, I dove into yoga at a local studio. In fact, you could say that I got obsessed with it, especially my favorite: hot yoga.

The 100+ degree room left me drenched in sweat and fully relaxed. I would take the classes at least 4 days a week and made sure that I had Gwen as an instructor. Gwen was in her late 20s and definitely a real bombshell. She could have passed for Natalie Portman's sister. Her brown long hair was always pulled back in a pony tail and her toned body was on display with her yoga pants and sports bra.

As a great instructor, she took the time to help everyone during class and over time. I noticed that she would spend a bit more with me usually pressing her hands on my body to get my limbs or posture correct. Maybe it was the fact that I was there so often but I didn't complain as she helped me get better quickly. As I got to know her more, she told me that she was a lesbian. I had other lesbian friends and acquaintances so it didn't phase me.

After each workout, I would head to the locker room and shower. With all the sweat from the hot studio, I found a cold shower was the best finisher. There were plenty of fluffy towels and private stalls which made for a pleasant experience.

One Friday, I caught the last class of the day which barely had anyone in there. After all, who in their right mind would spend a Friday night working out?? After the session, I made my way to the shower and took my time under the water. As I came out, Gwen was at the lockers, as well.

"Grabbing a shower, too?" I inquired.

"Yeah, I'm going to a concert later tonight so I didn't want to smell." She joked.

I watched as Gwen openly removed her bra. Her breasts were perky, probably a full B cup, and her areolas were large, brown, and topped with very erect nipples. I was used to seeing her nipples standing out as it's not to hide them during exercise. Normally, I would look away but Gwen continued to make small talk with me while I stood there just in my towel.

She then peeled her yoga pants down. I was a bit surprised not to see any panties. Once again, I normally turn away but she kept talking to me as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It was hard not to notice her amazing body. I was jealous as my eyes unconsciously scanned her body eventually catching a glimpse of her crotch that she maintained as a small strip of pubic hair.

Turning around, she made her way to the shower and I took a moment to admire her tight butt. The years of yoga had sculpted a toned and tight body on her. A familiar tingle washed over me that left me little confused. Was she actually turning me on? Was she purposefully showing off her body when no one else was there? I started to get wet and immediately turned back to getting dressed as a distraction.

I listened to her shower and heard her coming back once she was done. Once again, she had no clothes on and casually dried her body in front of me while making small talk. Even though I was dressed, for some reason I hung out with my naked yoga instructor and watched her dry and get dressed.

We eventually said our goodbyes and I headed home. My brain was a wreck as I played the event over in my head. Getting home, I made a bee line to my bedroom and before I knew it, I was fingering myself to an amazing orgasm. I tried to think of men I've dated or wanted but Gwen kept coming back into my mind. Her breasts. Her ass. Her pussy...I was drenched and pushed several fingers deep into my sex as I climaxed.

Trying not to let this incident get to me or repeat itself, I pushed these thoughts away and wallowed away the weekend until Monday's next yoga class.

Gwen was particularly touchy feely with me throughout this class and the next couple of sessions. Each time she touched me, I felt an electric pulse and my body betrayed me with clear signs of arousal. My nipples became erect and my pussy would be more than just sweaty from the class.

By the time Friday had come around, I was actively masturbating at home thinking of my yoga instructor. I knew that the evening class would probably be mostly empty. Before I left for class, I ended up shaving my pubic hair in the same style as Gwen's. It felt dirty to mimic her most intimate style.

Surprisingly, no one showed up for the 8pm class except for me. Gwen had the studio lights dimmed and played soft, relaxing music as we went through each pose. To help my posture, she would gently move her hands onto my hips from behind as I stood on my leg. I could see her behind me in the mirror. Gwen was extremely close, more than she ever had been and the contact was having it's affect on me. She would seductively slide her hands up and down my torso and hips leaving me wanting more from her. It was a slow, sensual tease.

When class was done, I headed to the shower. I needed to cool off more than ever.

Gwen followed only a few seconds behind me and, like before, she made small talk as her two pieces were removed. This time, however, I didn't cover myself up and also removed my clothes. We stood before each other and chatted.

Looking down, I noticed she was completely smooth this time. It was as if she had groomed herself just for me.

"I like to sometimes keep my little lady smooth. I just did it today, what do you think?" Gwen shocked me with her question. She had busted me looking at her crotch and I was immediately embarrassed but didn't look away. Gwen's hands made their way down her body and ran across her hairless mound. I was getting extremely wet watching her.

"I...I...looks...well...looks nice," I was a bumbling fool and Gwen just laughed.

She grabbed my hand and placed on her pubic area and gently moved it around. "I used a new type of wax I found online. Smooth, huh?"

While she controlled my hand, at any point of of time I could have pulled away but I didn't. Gwen made direct eye contact with me as she manipulated my hand. "Have you ever waxed?," she said softly.

"Nnnn...no. Just shaving...sometimes," I stuttered again.

"It's a wonderful feeling and this one doesn't hurt much at all," she let go of my hand and went to her purse that was on the bench. As she did, Gwen bent over and offered me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. My gaze was locked on her intimate area. Aside from porn, I had never really been this close to another woman's vagina.

Gwen turned around and showed me the wax. "Here, if you'd like to borrow it, just bring it back to the next class."

"Thank you but I'm a bit intimidated. Not sure how to even do it," I replied.

"It's pretty easy to do but happy to help if you'd like. Here, lay down on the bench."

I could feel my wetness build and started to know where all of this was heading. But, I did as I was told and laid down on the bench. Gwen put a towel under my head and I placed my feet on the bench with my knees bent.

"Well, it's going to be pretty difficult to do this if you don't give me access," Gwen said with a smirk. Her hands rested on my knees and gently pulled them apart. My sex was on full display to my lesbian yoga instructor and the wetness of my pussy couldn't have been missed.

Gwen opened the jar and leaned down. Her breasts hung low as her hands made their way to my mound. She gently stroked my pubic hair and a small moan escaped my mouth. I kept my eyes tightly closed.

"Hold still while I apply the wax," she offered, staring directly at my wet pussy. She covered my hair and her hands would briefly make contact with my lips. Each time, my body would react and unconsciously I would push against her.

After applying the wax, Gwen methodically pulled my hair out leaving me completely bald. I slid my hand down to my mound and felt the smoothness. It felt sexy as I kept my knees opened. My fingers slipped a little too far and made contact with my clit. An electrifying shock ran through my body and for some reason, I didn't remove my finger. In fact, with my eyes closed, I started to masturbate in front of my naked instructor as my free hand found my breast.

"That's incredibly hot, Danielle," Gwen remarked with a deep, lustful tone. My middle finger feverishly flicked up and down. I was lost in the moment and lost in ecstasy. As the pleasure built up, I felt Gwen fingers slid from my knee to my upper thigh until it made contact with my sex. I moaned loudly this time. I continued manipulating my clit as she penetrated me with one finger then two and then three sending me over the edge. Wave after wave crashed through my soul as I orgasmed from a woman's touch.

As she pulled her fingers out, I finally opened my eyes only to watch Gwen lick my juices off. Her eyes were closed this time as she enjoyed my taste. When Gwen was done, she reached her hand out and pulled me up giving me a deep french kiss. It was so erotic to embrace a woman like this. Her touch, smell, and feel were so different from all the men I had been with. Our breasts pressed into each other and our hands freely explored each other's body.

"Let's go take a shower," she offered. Gwen grabbed my hand and we went to a stall. We soaped each other up and touched every nook and cranny. At one point, Gwen pushed me down and lifted her leg up on the corner stool. I never hesitated as I licked my first pussy. Her taste was divine as I brought her to a powerful orgasm. She returned the favor and I drenched her mouth with my juices.

We must have been in the shower for over 30 minutes making out and touching each other. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences I had ever had.