Hot Yoga Surprise

April O'Neil was alone in her living room, stretching a yoga mat, still waiting for Georgia Jones's session when her phone rang. Georgia called from the road. She'd hit traffic. She was running behind. April stared at the floor and shrugged. Hot yoga, then. Private. She cranked the heat until the room felt like an oven, then stripped off her clothes and slid into the first pose, sweat already sliding down her spine. Minutes later she was on her back, fingers pressed between her thighs, rubbing slow and deliberate. Why wait? Georgia had time coming. If April wanted to come first, she'd earn it. She pressed two fingers inside and breathed deep through her teeth. Just a quick finish before her student walked in. Easy. The door clicked open. Georgia froze in the doorway, keys still dangling from her fingers. April snatched her wrist and yanked her down hard onto the mat. They landed tangled, legs and fabric and bare skin. Georgia's eyes cut sideways. April was flushed, shining, and completely naked. Georgia's mouth opened, closed. She knew what she'd interrupted. "Hot yoga," April said, quick. "You should try it. Clothes are just in the way." Her hands slid to Georgia's collar, tugging. Buttons gave. Georgia let her, heartbeat racing hard against April's knuckles. April's palms skimmed shoulders, then curved over full tits, thumbs flicking soft peaks until they stiffened. Georgia tried to swallow, tried to think. This was supposed to be a lesson. "You had a rough morning," April whispered, lips brushing her ear. "You deserve to loosen up." Georgia didn't pull back. April pushed her onto the mat and kissed her, slow at first, tongue teasing. By the second kiss, Georgia stopped pretending she minded. Their yoga mats stayed empty. The afternoon was already burning somewhere else.