12-06-2025, 04:44 PM
Morning Heat – The First Lesson
The next morning, Abhi stood at the base of the stairs, heart thudding like he was about to walk into a job interview—or a date. He wore a fresh black t-shirt and new athletic joggers, slightly too snug around the thighs. In his hand, a rolled-up blue yoga mat—brand new, still smelling faintly of plastic and the store’s air conditioning.
He reached the terrace, and there she was.
Meghana stood facing the sun, her silhouette already golden in the light. Today she wore deep burgundy leggings and a matching sports bra which is short and just covered her breasts. That leaves a decent gap between her leggings and the sports bra, leaving her soft golden yellow skin of her navel and belly exposed. Her back was to him—long, bare, sculpted like something out of stone. Her shoulder blades moved under her skin like wings, and as she raised her arms, stretching tall, her body seemed to unfurl with the sky itself. He could not take his eyes off her.
He stayed like that for some time and then, he cleared his throat.
She turned, and her eyes lit up with amused satisfaction. “Well, well. Look who came prepared.”
“Had to,” he said, rolling out the mat. “Didn’t want to be accused of pajama yoga.”
She walked over, barefoot, confident. Her breasts stood up in her tight sports bra and the view of her hot exposed midriff made him glue his eyes. She noticed him with a smile on her face.
“We’ll start simple,” she said. “Let’s see what your body can do.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
She smiled, kneeling beside him. “Not yet. But it might turn into one.”
The next morning, Abhi stood at the base of the stairs, heart thudding like he was about to walk into a job interview—or a date. He wore a fresh black t-shirt and new athletic joggers, slightly too snug around the thighs. In his hand, a rolled-up blue yoga mat—brand new, still smelling faintly of plastic and the store’s air conditioning.
He reached the terrace, and there she was.
Meghana stood facing the sun, her silhouette already golden in the light. Today she wore deep burgundy leggings and a matching sports bra which is short and just covered her breasts. That leaves a decent gap between her leggings and the sports bra, leaving her soft golden yellow skin of her navel and belly exposed. Her back was to him—long, bare, sculpted like something out of stone. Her shoulder blades moved under her skin like wings, and as she raised her arms, stretching tall, her body seemed to unfurl with the sky itself. He could not take his eyes off her.
He stayed like that for some time and then, he cleared his throat.
She turned, and her eyes lit up with amused satisfaction. “Well, well. Look who came prepared.”
“Had to,” he said, rolling out the mat. “Didn’t want to be accused of pajama yoga.”
She walked over, barefoot, confident. Her breasts stood up in her tight sports bra and the view of her hot exposed midriff made him glue his eyes. She noticed him with a smile on her face.
“We’ll start simple,” she said. “Let’s see what your body can do.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
She smiled, kneeling beside him. “Not yet. But it might turn into one.”
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