Mountain Men II: Primal Hunger
Gavin couldn't stop the
image of that ponytail wrapped around his fist from flashing in his
mind. Gavin was stunned momentarily when she turned and the full
force of her bright smile focused on him then gaped.
    " You're the yoga instructor," she
gasped?
    "Now, now Miss Brooks, that's not very equal
opportunity of you."
    She shuffled somewhat uncomfortably
but Gavin could scent her arousal in the air. It heightened his and
made his loose fitting pants tent.
    "You're right. I've just never had
a yoga instructor that ... well, looked like you."
    Gavin couldn't contain his bark of
laughter.
    "I’ll take that as a
compliment."
    Maura blushed an attractive pink on
her neck and up her cheeks.
    "It was supposed to be one. It just
wasn't a very well worded one."
    Gavin turned the conversation
towards the purpose of the visit and asked her the series of
predetermined questions for new guests. He was pleased that yoga
was already something she had experience in and began to run
through a series of poses. Most of the beginning poses were
standing but when she bent forward to do the 'downward facing dog'
pose, he realized it was going to be a much harder workout than he
thought ... for him and his cock.
    Her infatuating backside was thrust
in the air, her shirt riding up slightly, and the yoga pants
stretched across the plush perfection. Her back was flat and her
legs about shoulder width apart. It was all he could do to keep his
hand from straying to cup those beautiful cheeks and stepping in to
rub the growing length of his flesh against hers. A moment later
she teetered as she stood on one leg and instinctively Gavin put
his hands on her waist to steady her. Her waist was soft and
feminine and if he wiggled his thumb up another inch or two, he
would be able to just brush the underside of her breast. He saw her
nipples pearl and couldn't resist a feather light brush against
them as he withdrew his hand.
    Maura let escape an almost
inaudible gasp of breath at his touch. Gavin grinned somewhat slyly
to himself. He continued to find excuses to touch her during their
time that wasn't an overt grope--like running his flattened palm
down her spine to ensure she was supporting it by keeping it
straight, placing a hand on her soft middle to remind her to use
her core stability and breathing, or gentle swipes of his fingers
between her knees when she needed to widen her stance. He felt his
response to her with every touch and was innately pleased to hear
the little gasps and hitches of breath that let him know she wasn't
unaffected by him either.
    Very interesting.
    * * * *
    Maura couldn't believe the way she
was acting during yoga. Well not acted so much as thought. Gavin, worlds
hottest yoga instructor, had her damn near panting, melting down
into a puddle in her panties. Every touch and swipe of his hand on
her body was like pulling a string attached right between her legs.
She was having trouble breathing at all, much less taking deep,
cleansing breaths. She couldn't fathom what had gotten into
her.
    All this activity and fresh air
must have jumpstarted your libido.
    Well that was just going to have to
stop. There was no way a man who looked like that would be attracted to her. She
wasn't the type men like Gavin and Bain went after. She was on the
verge of dropping trousers and jumping their bones. Her mouth
literally watered around both of them and they probably couldn't
pick her out of a lineup of one. She had never been this attracted
to any man and here she was fighting an overwhelming attraction to
two.
    It had to be something in the
air.
    Turning her attention back to her
itinerary she almost groaned when she realized she would get no
break from her sexual onslaught. The very next assessment she had
was her strength training assessment with Bain. Checking the time
and deciding there was no time for a cold shower either, Maura
opted for a cold drink instead.
    There was plenty of that in the
main hall. Grabbing a cold bottle she briefly

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