Rachel had enjoyed a whirlwind romance after she serendipitously met Josh when he came to conduct a fire inspection at her yoga class. She helped him out with an embarrassing splinter problem at the time, which sparked an instant connection and their relationship blossomed. The year that they spent together had been the best time of Rachel’s life.

But it was now three months since Josh had moved on. Being much younger than Rachel and with less world experience, he had felt the irresistible allure of a sabbatical. He broke off their romance, found an interstate posting at a metropolitan fire unit and moved out of town and out of Rachel’s life.

Rachel remained in contact with Josh’s colleagues from the fire station. As a couple, much of their social life had revolved around the friendships and commitments of his job, and Rachel had been more than happy to share in Josh’s life. She was not yet ready to let go of all of those connections.

Together, they had a full calendar of events associated with the fire department. Fund raisers, a monthly pub night, and invitations to council events. Whenever she socialised with Josh’s colleagues, her mind turned to the fantasies that she and Josh talked about in bed. She imagined the fit, sexy firemen at the function, shedding their clothes naked, as if they were all at a sex club, and she’d flirt with them, before Josh would invite them into a private room to continue their erotic games.

She wondered if she had brought the demise of the relationship upon herself. There had been so much tantalising pillow talk incorporating other people. Rachel would concoct sex stories that involved situations with Josh’s colleagues from the station, sometimes mere titillation and sometimes hardcore, some stories with a single partner, while others involved the whole team in unrestrained lust. On other nights, Rachel would fabricate scenarios that would involve the women from her yoga classes in bedroom antics involving Josh and herself.

Maybe Josh felt that he needed to experience it himself, in real life, and that their erotic role playing was not enough. Rachel thought that she was satisfying all his needs, but perhaps she missed something. Maybe it was just a natural progression for a younger man to seek freedom and to avoid commitment but it got her down to think that it might just be her.

In retrospect, she also worried that her incessant talk about her failing yoga business had brought them undone. She didn’t want to sound depressing but every time she discussed the financials of the enterprise, it was never positive. She concluded that Josh couldn’t possibly understand the ins and outs of running a business, being in a stable salaried job.

She thought about him constantly but now it was time to move on and she decided that her life was due to start a new chapter. It was time to be brave and make a bold move. While her community yoga venture was now shut down, she felt sure that repositioning the offering would be a winner. She decided that it just needed a new upmarket location, a fresh enthusiastic clientele, and some sort of niche in the crowded yoga market.

After searching all the locales in the county, she landed on a bohemian part of town. She predicted this area would be the next to undergo gentrification as hoards of wealthy people moved into more manageable apartment-style living. She concluded that the demographic would have plenty of time on their hands, an abundance of cash, and a liberal outlook that would lead them to try healthy new pursuits.

Rachel landed on the idea of a hot yoga boutique. It was a well-known concept, but there were no other similar studios for miles around.

After a short property search, she found a suitable location in an old rundown commercial property. She didn’t have much capital behind her, so the old brick building suited perfectly. Her leasehold was a large area on the third floor, serviced by two slow old elevators.

Most other spaces in the building remained vacant, and she imagined that in time the property would be bulldozed to make way for more apartments. But for now, it suited her business ideally, and she was able to prominently advertise out front of the lobby.

She inherited a strange layout from the previous tenant, which must have been some sort of commercial operation. Her floorplan had many smaller rooms, but there was a large open area which was perfect for a yoga floor.

There was some ancient central heating infrastructure in the premise. Rachel thanked her lucky stars that the large studio area had three radiating elements, connected directly to flues that passed from floor to ceiling. She would need every ounce of heat from those units for her hot yoga, she thought.

She worked out where the reception would be and moved a desk into place. She bought cheap shelving and assembled it in one room near the lifts for the clients’ use. She installed another shelving unit in a room on the opposite side which would maraş escort store all her yoga equipment – mats, blocks, blankets and straps.

Rachel donned her work clothes and got to work in the main studio to convert it from an industrial box into a friendly space.

The rear wall of the studio had large glass doors which opened onto a small balcony, and formed a delightful visual backdrop. She painted the walls in light and breezy colours and laid do-it-yourself carpet squares across the floor. She installed some large mirrors on the brick walls on the periphery of the room. Standing back at the entryway she admired her hard work. It looked perfect and now she was ready for business.

Before opening day, Rachel realised that she needed to arrange the mandatory fire inspection. Through her connections with Josh, she had a direct line to the station, and she called the team lead Murray to make an appointment. Murray was always pleased to hear from Rachel, and she knew that his affable character would make the inspection sail through easily.

However, when Murray worked through his checklist he found all manner of compliance problems with the property. He methodically looked through all of the rooms in the tenancy, checking the radiators, measuring distances and pressing buttons on the little fire detection units. He conducted all his work wearing the full bright orange fire uniform, and Rachel wondered if the property was in such dangerous condition that he needed his fire protective outfit in case the building caught alight at any moment.

“I’ll let you get away with it for now, but you really got to get the fire escapes in order. Technically it’s the problem of the landlord, but you’ll be the one to be liable and fined,” Murray said.

He ushered Rachel out to the balcony to show her the issue. “This office used to have and outdoor fire escape here, can you see?” He pointed to some rusted old bolts protruding from the brickwork. “It’s been disassembled. I don’t know how the previous tenants got through their annual review.”

Murray accompanied Rachel inside and pointed to the ceiling. “These alarms are pretty dated too. Look Rachel, all the guys at the station really like you and we really want to keep you safe, so I’ll tell you what. I’ll install these back-to-base detectors around the place. If there’s a fire, they’ll access the cellular network and trigger a signal directly at the station. And we can come to save you,” he concluded with a grin.

“How much will those cost?” asked Rachel, feeling worried about how the business case might be stacking up.

“For you Rachel – on the house. Think of it as compensation for the shitty way that Josh skipped out on you.”

“Oh thankyou Murray,” said Rachel with relief. She flung her arms around his neck and held him tight. Murray was not expecting the reaction, and was even more surprised when he detected Rachel sniffle and felt a tear drip onto his neck.

“Hey, hey,” he said supportively. “It’s all good. We’re all here for you Rachel. I’m sure the business is gunna be great. And don’t worry about all the fire stuff – it’s going to be fine.”

“Thankyou so much Murray,” Rachel said, wiping her eyes. The pent up emotions from the failed business, Josh’s departure, and all the effort of setting up the new studio welled up and surprised her. She gave him a peck on the cheek. “Now, give me that paperwork, and off you go. I’ve got a studio opening to prepare.”

Opening day was a big success and the business went from strength to strength in the following weeks. It turns out that Rachel’s building had plenty of parking which was problematic at the other studios. The ambient warmth of the hot yoga room was an additional drawcard that the locals couldn’t resist.

She built a nice clientele of regular customers. It was Rachel’s only source of employment and her only commitment nowadays, so she was able to offer classes all day long, even if there were not many patrons. As a bonus, running so many classes had a positive impact on her body, and she was feeling as fit and as strong as she looked.

However, disaster struck just when things were looking up. Word had got around about the appeal of hot yoga, and nearby facilities started to make the same offering. Gyms, pilates studios and recreation centres all started offering hot yoga, and they could provide the additional activities that Rachel could not. The steady decline of her previous business had taught her that she needed to move quickly to find her segment of the market. It came to her quickly.

Hot Nude Yoga.

She gauged her clients’ interest at successive classes. It would be a female only class, of course, but that was not much of an issue since her customers were all women anyway. The students seemed keen, but the proof would be in the pudding. Would they come?

Rachel decided to forge ahead, and concluded that the studio needed to be modified. No-one was going to be comfortable kahta escort with windows for the benefit of voyeurs in the outside world, so Rachel purchased some translucent paint and frosted them over. The mirrors were also a problem, and they too received the frosting treatment. It was such a shame because they were one of her favourite features of the fit-out, making the studio seem light and open. But she knew that discretion and privacy were key to making vulnerable clients feel comfortable.

She didn’t have a budget to install walls or even dividers on the yoga floor. But she decided that she could hang sheer curtains from the ceiling, and they would provide little cubicles of privacy.

Rachel planned to continue scheduling her regular hot yoga classes in conjunction with the naked yoga, and realised that she needed to convert the layout of the room between nude and clothed sessions. She found that she could tie the curtains up fairly easily to get them out of the way. In time, if the nude students discovered that they were comfortable with putting their bodies on display, then the curtains would be easy to remove.

After a few weeks’ foray into the nude classes, Rachel was pleased to discover that numbers were growing. She found that her existing customers had all converted over to the naked classes, as well as continuing to attend the regular yoga sessions. New customers started to arrive, interested specifically in the nude format.

She was confident that she had a true niche and that the bigger mainstream clubs would be unable to make similar offerings to hers. The financials were starting to kick up as well.

At the end of a particularly long day, Rachel relaxed alone at the front desk of her studio. She had been so busy with the startup that she hadn’t realised how much she missed an intimate touch. The nude yoga at the studio had been arousing. The women had beautiful bodies and when they adopted poses, Rachel was the beneficiary of the feminine eye candy on display.

Almost all of the women seemed confident in their own skin. It made sense – if you were going to sign up to a naked yoga studio, then you were likely to have some baseline level of comfort with nudity. During and after classes, Rachel found herself in close proximity to sexy bodies which turned her on continually. She would guide individuals into the right postures by holding and lifting their bodies, and no-one seemed to mind her gentle touch. In fact, it was always welcomed.

Two students in their early twenties, Lena and Chloe seemed to take a special interest in Rachel. She suspected that they were lesbian lovers, which turned out to be patently true when she saw them kissing before class. After class, they would hang around, remaining naked, and wanting to talk endlessly with Rachel.

Finally, after talking around the point for so long, they came out with their proposition.

“Rachel, would you like to come to bed with us?” asked Chloe.

“Actually, we don’t need to go all the way to bed. We can just do it here,” said Lena.

Rachel bit her lower lip. She knew that she shouldn’t fraternise like this, but she was so horny and they were so sexy. Her body hadn’t received sensual attention from anyone since Josh had departed, and after all her recent success, surely this was something that she deserved.

Rachel was already clothes-free. In solidarity, she would always deliver the naked yoga classes in the nude herself. Besides, the high temperatures during the hot yoga classes made teaching more comfortable without clothes.

She replied, “Yes,” and immediately the two younger girls reached out to run their hands across Rachel’s glistening breasts. Chloe leaned in for the first kiss, and then Lena followed. Rachel could feel her pussy begin to throb with desire.

“We heard that your boyfriend left you,” said Lena.

“Yes, that’s right,” replied Rachel.

“That’s too bad,” Chloe, whispered into Rachel’s ear, brushing her mousey locks aside and taking a tiny nibble on her lobe. “Let us show you how girls do it right.”

Lena and Chloe each took one of Rachel’s hands and stepped backwards, drawing her into the centre of the studio. The duo continued to kiss her face and neck, as the three of them descended into a puddle of human body parts on the floor.

Rachel lay on her back, and Lena and Chloe worked their kisses down her body, gradually finding their way between her legs.

Little by little they worked Rachel’s legs apart, with their faces hovering above Rachel’s mound where her short pubes stood at attention. She could feel her pussy lips quivering with anticipation as gentle breaths tickled her hair.

Chloe was the first diner at the table, and spent an eternity focused on her Rachel’s engorged clitoris. She felt the tongue swirling around her button, before it would stroke up and down along each side. Rachel thought she had died and gone to heaven when Chloe sucked the whole kaman escort thing into her mouth, and somehow used her mouth to peel back the hood while sucking on the most sensitive part.

Rachel thought things couldn’t get any better until Lena took over the principal position between her legs and concentrated her efforts on the inside of her teacher’s pussy. Rachel felt a tongue, lips and fingers all entering and wandering. Somehow, Lena honed into the most erogenous parts within Rachel’s interior and continued to stroke in just the right rhythm. Chloe sat to the side, delicately playing with herself while she watched her girlfriend work over Rachel’s wet pussy. From time to time, Chloe would lean forward to suck on Rachel’s hard nipples. Lena and Chloe would connect in a deep passionate French kiss, and then one or the other would return to pleasuring Rachel.

Back and forth the two girls changed places, keeping Rachel as the centre of attention. Chloe was slurping vigorously on her clit when Rachel felt the telltale signs within her body that foretold a climax building. “Fuck, don’t stop, I’m going to cum,” she announced.

Lena clapped in glee, and skipped over the top of Rachel’s body. Chloe’s mouth never left contact with Rachel’s clit while Lena guided Rachel onto her side, and nuzzled her mouth into Rachel’s vulva from the reverse side of her body. Rachel placed a hand on each of the girls’ heads, and felt them jostling for space as together they fervently shared Rachel’s sensitive cunt. Moments late, Rachel exploded in an orgasm that sent bolts of pleasure to all corners of her body.

Rachel loved the interlude and her intense orgasm had provided her a release that she needed. But she longed for the touch of a man. The soft caresses from Lena and Chloe were nice, and the girls’ expert tongues had aroused her immensely but deep down, she loved to be manhandled. She loved the feeling of rough hands across her skin. She liked to be controlled. She longed for that manly strength that could simply lift her up, fold her over, throw her around and fuck her. Oh, how she longed to be banged with bodies slapping and a hard cock drilling deep into her very soul.

The next day, Rachel configured the room for nude yoga. She draped the curtains into regular patterns and the laid out the mats. In turn, she attended to each of the heater thermostats and set them to maximum.

The class proceeded through its regular introductory sequence, and Rachel scanned the room to see the entire cohort inverted in downward dog. They all adopted correct form, their asses pushing high into the sky while their tits drooped down. They could not see each other, but from the front of the room, Rachel could observe all of them. After the previous day’s antics, her pussy remained sensitive and she was having trouble focusing with her mind continually wandering to thoughts of sex.

A flash of orange in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Then another on the other side of the room. She detected a bad smell, like burning plastic. A woman shrieked.

“Fire!”

The curtains on each side of the studio were swallowed in bright flames. More women shrieked, and by instinct, the they flung the curtains aside and retreated to the back of the studio, backing into the painted glass doors. Unfortunately, as they cast the curtains in panic, the hems of the fabric swung into the fanning flames, and they too caught alight.

Rachel was protective of her flock, and she rushed to join them, bursting through a narrow column between the two growing fires.

The women huddled together in fear. The tall flames prevented access to the front desk and elevators. They found themselves trapped, naked at the back of the room, unable even to get to their clothes or phones. Smoke began to billow across the ceiling.

Rachel decided that the only course of action was to escape to the balcony, where they would have fresh air and a chance of rescue. She pulled the doors open to a sunny clear day and the naked women shuffled out onto the cold balcony, clutching hands to their breasts and crowding the small deck.

A piercing whistle screamed and Rachel knew that the fire alarms had been activated. With relief, she realised that the fire department would be alerted, and would soon be on their way. But they were not out of danger – the fire was still growing. Rachel pulled the doors closed, containing the fire inside the building while the women shivered with cold and fright on the small balcony.

Sirens started almost straight away in the distance. It was only minutes before the anxious women saw lights flashing along the avenue and then two trucks pulled up outside the building’s lobby. Rachel watched with a degree of pride as her troupe of firefighters from Station 11 jumped from the trucks and started to work like a well-oiled machine.

The team sparked into action as some men worked on the hydrant, some accessed the reels and two men holding axes burst through the lobby doors. Rachel identified Murray waving up at her and waved back. “We’re going to be OK ladies. The boys are here to rescue us.” The tension eased immediately, and all of the women looked over the handrail at the hardworking muscular forms below.