Fantasy: Extra Exercise

This promises to be an interesting class. I find myself set up between the slender Asian girl I've been chatting and flirting with for the last few weeks, and at the last moment the Indian girl I had not seen for weeks suddenly walks in and sets up on the other side. Pilates is one of those classes that can be pretty strenuous, but at the same time not so hyper-active that you cannot sneak a peek here and there of the people around you.

There's a reason I have been flirting with the Asian girl. She's the colour of milky coffee all along her slender legs and arms. Her hands and feet are impeccably maintained and her love for black nail polish is brilliantly set off against her airy pink shirt and black track pants with pink highlight. She looks like a doll... a doll that could do the splits without breaking in two.

The Indian girl is more curvy, but just as fit; cyclists' legs and shoulders built by weights. She is more like milk chocolate. She prefers wearing socks, but by her hands she doesn't seem to use colour on her nails, just gloss. Her black bike pants leave nothing to the imagination, her top only barely more so. She doesn't have the perfect look of a doll, but she's got the most radiant open smile you've ever seen.

The class starts pretty uneventfully with warm-up exercises, I sneak a glance to my left, I sneak a glance to my right. All is good. Once we get into push-ups I find myself facing the Indian girl. My shoulders are making easy work of this one, so I have a glance at her. She's just dropped and I pause a moment as I look at her shoulders straining. Mesmerised, it takes me a moment to realise she's back up and I'm now staring right down her amply revealed cleavage. My breath catches. She looks up. She flashes me a smile. I grin, but she's already into her next repetition. I try to carefully finish the exercise, but it is a struggle not to think of those breasts. It is a struggle not to let the movement in my shorts get out of control. There is no place to hide in a class like this. Flushed, only partially from the exercise, I get back on my knees as the instructor explains the next exercise.

We all roll onto our backs. This is one I normally enjoy, both doing and watching others do. It involves a lot of stretching and straining and leg movement. When she adds on the difficulty levels we end up crunching partway through the repetitions and I find myself facing the Asian girl. She's on her back, and her splits are almost wide enough to be proper splits. We're reaching through towards each other. She stares at my chest. I stare at her legs, her track pants have fallen halfway down her legs, her feet delicately pointing. In a flash my mind conjures the image of her ankles restrained and her legs tied in that position. Her pussy exposed. Her abdomen heaving in anticipation. My cock hard straining to get closer all by itself. I struggle. I'm still safely hidden in the folds of my shorts, partially engorged. I breathe through the remainder of the exercise. Puppies and kittens... puppies and kittens.

Miraculously I make it through most of the rest of the class unscathed. I find myself mesmerised by the skin of the Asian girls feet during the hip exercises. More than once I'm looking up from resting position to stare at the Indian girls ass perfectly exposed by the tight lycra in Childs' Pose. I'm enjoying my evening.

At the end of the class I pack up, and flirt a little with the Asian girl as she puts her socks and shoes on. The Indian girl is standing next to us and comments on a few of my jokes. When I get up, they both hover around, and we leave the class in a little cluster. The Indian girl is unusually quiet, but she's smiling like she always does, so after a quick mental shrug I keep flirting with the Asian girl.

"I'm parked around the other side", I comment apologetically.
"Okay, well, see you next week! I'm out here", the Asian girl comments.

As I walk off the Indian girl follows me around the building. She knows where I normally park. It's less crowded on the other side. When we turn the corner the white light of the cars rushing past on the main road reveals it's just our two cars here. Pillars dot the parking lot, supporting part of the building overhead. Exposed to the road, but hidden enough that I sometimes wonder if anyone ever gets mugged here.

The Indian girl is still not very talkative, I ask where she's been these past weeks. Studying apparently. Any tests? Some. Passed? Think so. Her car is further along than mine, so we slow down and stop at my car. She has a strange curve on her lips. I know that look. She's going to make fun of me for staring in the class.

To my surprise she doesn't. Instead, she turns around and leans against the back of the car. I stare. She runs her hands over the lycra, tracing the bright coloured stripes that subdivide her curves with her hands. "Come here", she whispers in a breathy voice. She looks at me over her shoulder and grins suddenly. She grabs my hands and places them on the lines. "Trace them for me".

My hands slowly flow across her thighs. I take a detour and follow another path back down. She purrs. My hands come up her ass cheeks and end up at the top of her hips. I move closer. I press my shorts against her lycra. She feels what she's doing to me. She moans.

Her hands come up next to mine, and as her fingers curl into the lycra she pushes me gently backwards as her hands peel all layers off exposing the same curves underneath. She leans on the back of the car with a curve in her back and her ass sticking out. "Take it," she breathes.

My hands quickly fumble with my shorts before they fall to my ankles. The tip of my cock feels slightly sticky from the excitement already, and in the light of a passing car I can see the moisture on the fingers of her hand between her legs. I step in. I push in. I sliiiide in slowly. No resistance, damn she's wet.

As I start to fuck her slowly, my hands try to push her shirt up to expose her back, but it teasingly keep sliding down. "Harder." I thrust more vigorously bouncing a little at the end of each stroke. I'm mesmerised by the look of her firm ass. I try again to get the shirt to sit up higher so I can see her back, but it slides down again. "Harder." I grab her hips for more leverage, and go for it with all the force I can muster. She starts moaning under her breath. I start hazing over. My mind disappears into my cock, focusing ever tighter as the pressure builds. Somewhere in the distance someone is having an orgasm, and I quickly follow.

As the world washes back in I discover she's pinned to the car, waiting for me to come to my senses again. She looks serene. She quickly covers up again, and smiles as I fumble to do the same. Something between a sigh and a giggle escapes from me, and she smiles even more.

She steps up close and nibbles on my ear. "She followed us." And then she starts walking towards her car as if nothing happened. Confused. What does she mean? I look around, but I can't see anything. As the Indian girl drives off, she flicks on her lights and I catch a brief flash of something pink around the corner of the building. It clicks.

I get in my car, and make to drive off, but at the corner I stop and open the window on the passenger side. Something pink is hiding in the shadow of the building. "Want a ride around to your car?" The Asian girl steps out of the shadows and walks over. As she gets in I notice the milky coffee has a tinge of pink in the cheeks. She's very quiet as we drive around the building.

Just before we get to her car I say, "you're welcome to the show, but I kinda wish you'd come out yourself" with a cheeky grin on top. She glances at me trying to hide a little smile and now seriously red cheeks. As she steps out, "So,... see you again next week?" I can't stop smiling as I drive home.