Tabitha wasn't expecting this private yoga instructor to be so hot. As soon as she saw Diane, she had to stop herself from

actively staring. Diane was tall and slim, showing up at Tabitha's front door and a tight pair of

black yoga pants and a black sports bra. Tabitha's front door and a tight pair of black yoga pants and a black sports bra.

Tabitha wished she had worn something a little cuter.

Her top was a little ratty, and her pants weren't nearly as flattering as Diane's.

Diane was very friendly and the best yoga instructor Tabitha had ever seen. She first

took them through a series of breathing exercises. As they sat on their mats, Tabitha could have sworn

she felt Diane staring at her as she closed her eyes, breathing in and out.

All right, let's move on to the flow, said Diane, and they got to their feet.

This is the best part.

She got behind Tabitha and placed one hand on each hip, helping to square off Tabitha's body.

Tabitha's heart was racing, and it wasn't from the yoga.

Does that feel okay?

Tabitha asked quietly.

Yeah, it feels really good.

Came Tabitha's breathy voice.

Was it just her imagination, or was Diane keeping her hands there a lot longer than necessary?

Tabitha turned her head back then, her eyes locking onto Diane's. Are you always this hands-on? Tabitha asked, straightening up, she pulled her blonde

ponytail across one shoulder.

Diane smiled and stepped towards Tabitha.

The afternoon light was shining through the big living room windows, casting a warm glow across them.

She was now only an inch or so from Tabitha's face.

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