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