71 Horny housewives

Walking to the first floor where the yoga room was positioned towards one corner, Sora nodded his head towards the woman who was responsible for teaching the customers and the other four women who were assigned to help out the class just like he was.

There were already quite a lot of women inside the room which was covered in glass walls that allowed them to see what was happening on the other side but didn't allow those on the other side to see what was happening inside the room, Sora found that more and more women kept on entering until there were almost thirty of them.

With each of them dressed in bright coloured tight yoga pants and shorts bras, Sora didn't know if they were here to show off their bodies or do yoga.

Especially with the women whose bodies were so voluptuous that their breasts and ass shook with every step they took.

Even though Sora stood to one corner along with the other female staff, there was no short on the number of women who were paying attention to him.

And just like Shiori expected, one look at Sora made a lot of the bored housewives think of attending the gym more times than they currently did.

There were also those who were thinking of taking a selfie with him and brag to their friends about the cute boy they met.

Once all the women who came here for the yoga class had entered the room, the female instructor started class by first asking everyone to stretch their bodies a little.

Starting off with the more basic yoga positions, the one-hour yoga class quickly progressed to making the women perform the harder positions.

This was when those women who ask for help that the woman warned Sora about began asking the staff for their help.

Unexpectedly, the first woman who asked for help was the one who had deliberately placed her yoga mat near to the corner where Sora and the others stood at, and she specifically asked for Sora's help causing the other staff and female yoga teacher to meaningfully smile and cause Sora to feel a little embarrassed.

Being new to the job and not knowing what to do, Sora who went near the woman who looked very fit for her age just stood there until she asked, "First time?"

Nodding his head, Sora saw what could only be considered as a very happy and relieved smile on the woman's face.

"That's fine. Just do as I ask you."

By now, the other female staff had also been called to help a few of the other gym members due to which Sora could more or less what the help that was being talked about was.

Holding the women who came here for the class in the same position if they felt like they couldn't do so themselves, or giving a little push to stretch their bodies and achieve what they couldn't on their own, that was all they needed to do.

But, it was a little different for Sora.

Originally, Sora thought that maybe the woman didn't wear any underwear and was going commando. But after he continued 'helping' her for some time, he was completely sure of it.

And the 'help' she asked for, it was completely sexual.

Sora in the beginning thought that it was his horny teenager mind which was making him think that along with the yoga positions turning more advance they were also starting to look more erotic, but once he encountered the positions which were called 'the downwards facing dog', 'the plow pose', 'chair pose', 'half-moon pose' and so on, he was sure that the neither him nor his mind was in the wrong.

It was the one who created these postures. He was the perverted one!

Especially with the plow pose which made him want to do nothing more the plow the pussy of the woman under him with his dick.

Starting off with just holding the woman's waist as she stretched, Sora didn't know how it happened but found himself lying on top of the woman as his erect dick was pressed against her pussy while her legs were stretched to the sides of her head.

Almost barely feeling the texture of the woman's pussy due to not having underwear worn and the tight but thin yoga pants, Sora quickly found himself panting hard.

What made it worse was how the woman kept on moaning the word, 'harder' every once in a while.

Turning more embarrassed every time she used that word, to make her stop Sora pressed his waist forward so hard that the woman's face was covered in pure bliss.

This made Sora think whether he was a guy who could make women orgasm even while both of them were clothes, or if the woman under him was just that sexually frustrated.

Luckily, there were no more such erotic yoga postures which allowed Sora to sigh in relief while not being able to move his eyes away from that wet spot on the crotch of the women he 'helped'.

By the time the yoga class was over, other than getting used to the looks all of the women were giving him, Sora understood that this job was going to be harder than he originally thought it would be.

At the same time, the woman he helped gave him a piece of paper which had her name and number written on it.

Whispering the words, "Text me." in his ear, she literally kissed him on the cheek and then licked his neck before leaving with a happy smile.

It was also not too long after that, that another woman who attended the class walked up to him and asked, "Can I reserve you for tomorrow's class?"