Yoga Retreat Part 1

I arrived at the yoga retreat around 3pm, scouted out the facilities and look over the schedules. My parents had purchased this retreat package for me a few months back for my birthday and I couldn’t have been more pleased. The retreat was all inclusive-plane ticket, room, meals, the yoga classes. They, being very fortunate in their finances, had also given me a thousand dollars spending money, which I hoped to save the majority for bills when I returned home. I had been practicing yoga for almost 10 years since I was 19, now at 29 was quite proficient in my practice. This place was a tropical paradise, the weather was perfect. I had left the snow behind me and was excited to experience the warmth and also experience my first retreat. I went to dinner around 7pm and noticed that 90% of the people there were women in their 30s and 40s, a few older guys, but no guys my age. I had hoped that perhaps I might meet a guy that I could have sex with as my choices were limited back home. But I decided to make the most out of it and enjoy the classes. I retired early as it had been a long day and I had signed up for all 4 classes tomorrow, which was a first come, first serve basis. Each class having a limit of 20 people, after that the only way to get in was a “no show” after the first 5 minutes, then the doors were locked and no one else could enter so the classes were not interrupted.

The next 3 days it rained most of the time, sun coming out occasionally, so much for paradise. All the class were full to capacity, and they were actually fun, even though I was disappointed that I probably would not get laid this trip. On day 4, I decided to sign up for just one class, hot yoga, a 90min. class, which would take a lot of energy. It was the last class for that day. At 4:30pm, I entered the class room and the temperature was hot! There were heaters all over the place, hot rocks steaming from water that had been poured over them, all windows were closed, felt like a sauna. I had purposely wore loose fitting yoga shorts and nothing else as I knew what to expect. I loved hot yoga and wasn’t able to do it often because of the expense of the class due to the heating in a colder climate. I was greeted by a guy around my age, actually the first male instructor at this retreat. Jason introduced himself. He also was wearing nothing except shorts. We were of similar build. His physique was beautiful. He looked of Latino background. His hair was jet black, tied in a man bun, eyes also black. He was completely smooth except for his thick pit hair. God was I happy I decided to take this class. We talked for a few minutes, Jason then giving me a thick beach towel to put over my yoga mat to absorb the sweat that would soon come. He looked at the time, 4:40, no one else had come.