Madame B - Seduction

David showed off by doing a headstand, a feat made less impressive by the fact that he would always look around afterward to see if I was watching him and how manly he looked. What did he expect me to say to him? "Well done for having such strong legs. Now, let's fuck." Maybe he did. Well, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

The weird thing was, the more I grew to despise David, the hotter my dreams became. The fact that he had edged into my sexual fantasies made me more short-tempered with him than ever. After I'd snapped at him for invading my space during evening yoga, I heard him mutter something about me needing a damn good fuck, but when I asked him to repeat himself, he denied having spoken.

On the Thursday morning of the second-to-last day before leaving, we performed our sun salutations as the dawn broke over the Indian jungle. This was probably my favorite part of the day, feeling the first rays of sunshine kiss the skin that my bikini left exposed. Deepa, our yoga instructor, told us that today we would be doing assisted stretches with partners.

"This works best with one man and one woman," she said. "I've allocated partners based on your strength and size." I knew it. I knew it in my gut even before she called out my name with David's.

"Well," he said, lecherously, striding toward me with his yoga mat underneath his arm. "Deepa is obviously keen for us to get to know each other a little better."

"Well I'm not," I snapped. As we lay next to each other on the floor and did the deep-breathing exercises that were supposed to increase our awareness of our bodies, I found that all I was getting was an increased awareness of David's. As I concentrated on breathing slowly in through my nose and out through my mouth, I felt a tingling pass through my body that I hadn't experienced while doing yoga before. This was followed by heat that started between my legs and grew with every breath, a sensation like the plucking of a string somewhere deep in my pelvis, and I realized with dismay that as much as I hated David, lying next to him like this was turning me on. Really turning me on.

Now that I was close enough to his body to smell him, now that the tiny hairs on our arms were brushing against each other, I realized that I was close to the place where the body decides to override the mind. When chemistry strikes, there's nothing you can do about it. Even if you don't like a man's personality or his looks, your body's reactions will tell you that when your skin touches his for the first time, you're going to receive an electric shock, a surge of adrenaline and lust so powerful that you're simply going to have to kiss him, and that once you start you won't be able to stop. That it will escalate into the kind of hot, sweaty, steamy sex that will wake you up in the middle of the night and make your stomach flip whenever you think about it for the rest of your life.

I'd known great sexual chemistry before with one or two lovers, but both had been men I liked, respected, even at times loved. This utter contradiction of body and mind was new to me and very unsettling.

The rest of the partnered stretching session was a sweet kind of agony. David and I had to hold a variety of intimate poses. It was fine to start with, when we sat back-to-back, taking turns leaning on each other. His body was so honed that I could feel the large sinews of his back rippling against my own flesh. But as long as we weren't facing each other, I could control the animal urges that ripped through me, ignore the fact that the hairs on my neck were standing on end and that the sensation between my legs was growing more, not less, intense.

I even had things under control when we raised each other's arms above our heads and pushed against them, using the resistance of the other's body to increase our muscle strength and stamina. As we worked our way through a variety of poses, none of them as intimate as I at first had feared, I began to master the art of mind over matter. By breathing deeply and concentrating on how my body felt rather than on David's (just so you know, it was warm and damp with fresh perspiration, young, virile, and firm), I could calm myself down. Yes, I'd experienced a huge rush of arousal when we were lying next to each other, but it was okay now; I was calmer. And if I still felt a little shiver whenever we changed position and a new patch of his skin made first contact with an exposed area of my own, well, that was probably just sunburn.

Deepa told us to change positions again. Now I had to sit with my legs as far apart as I could get them while he used pressure on my inner thighs to push them a little bit farther apart, stretching my body as far as it could go to test it and, possibly, increase my flexibility. David's palms touched the sensitive, thin skin between my legs, always a favorite erogenous zone. My pussy began to pump and throb in earnest, a horny little heartbeat between my thighs. To my acute shame, a damp patch appeared on my bikini bottoms, as my body refused to listen to my mind yet again. When David noticed this, the smug, self-satisfied way he licked his lips should have turned me off, but instead that glimpse of his tongue made me realize how easy and delicious it would be to lean forward a couple of inches, slide the tip of my tongue into his mouth, and let the kiss happen setting in motion a whole chain of events.

Before I could do anything so foolish, our yoga lesson drew to a close, and it was time to change into walking gear for our jungle trek. I stormed off to my hut, shut the door behind me, and kicked the bed in annoyance and frustration. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Sleeping with David was out of the question. Sure, I was horny. Sure, I got wet every time I even thought about what we'd be like together. But I wouldn't give that smug bastard the satisfaction.

That day's walk took us up a steep overgrown path. We were to hack our way through the rain forest to the summit of a mountain where we would have our packed lunches (low-calorie vegan, of course) before planning our descent. It was the hardest hike we'd done yet, but I strode ahead of the pack, the vigorous exercise helping to displace the morning's unwelcome burst of desire. Eventually I fell into step with the rest of the group and almost forgot about David and the way he'd looked at me when he'd seen the expanding damp patch on my crotch.

More than once I found myself walking close to him, but when this happened I'd stride on and strike up a loud conversation with one of the other trekkers, sticking to narrow bits of the path so he couldn't tag along. But I couldn't shake him off. When he was behind me I felt him checking out my ass in my little shorts, his eyes boring into me. And when he was in front of me, I couldn't prevent my own eyes from being drawn to his impressive back. Couldn't help fixating on those two slabs of muscle on top of the strongest, most flexed, manly thighs I'd ever had the pleasure of ogling. Sometimes I'd look at his hands swinging by his side, helping to keep his balance. Even his wrists made me horny. The nape of his neck, sinewy and deeply tanned, oh, God, I wanted to reach out and touch it.

Looking back now, I wonder if David knew that I had been mesmerized by his body. Because I was staring at it so intently I didn't realize until I turned to speak to the woman next to me that we had broken away from the group. I looked around in a panic and saw no one. I listened for the murmured conversation that would guide us back to our companions, but it was such a steep climb everyone would be too out of breath to talk. When he heard my footsteps stop, David turned around, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I thought you were supposed to have outward-bound skills!" I panted at him. "Can't you get us back to the rest of the group?"

"Oh, dear," he said, in a voice laden with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you were following me so closely. Looks like it's just the two of us. Whatever are we going to do?"