Erica explains what it means to be hot




Erica lifted her legs above her waist and lengthened them straight like two
rods. She placed her hand behind her head and began pulsing. Keeping her lower
back firmly pressed into the floor, she slowly lifted her hips 3 inches off
the floor and then brought them back down. She was counting up to 20 and then
back down. Her eyes were fixed firmly on the ceiling above. The extensions
primarily worked the lower abs and lower inner abs. It deeply worked the core
muscles. The other students in the class were having a much more difficult
time. Either their legs were not fully extended, or they were not held above
their hips, or the movement was very jerky or uncontrolled, or they just
simply gave up from weakness. It was very near the end of the hot Baptiste
yoga class.

Traditional yoga classes are not performed in heated rooms. It is the Bikram
brand of Yoga that heats the room to 105 degree farenheit and 60 degrees
humidity. Bikram has 26 patented asanas, and they are fairly easy, requiring
minimal amounts of muscular coordination and agility; it's the heat that is
the challenging part. Other forms of yoga vary significantly. Some focus on
technique, some focus on breath and meditation, some are intensely athletic,
relying on continuous movement and a build up of core heat. Hot Baptiste
combined the most challenging and athletic forms of yoga with the heat and
humidity of Bikram. Most new students could not complete the class or had to
excuse themselves from the room. Erica had been going pretty consistently for
4 years now. Her diet was very healthy, allowing herself minimal alcohol and
consistently eating plenty of vegetables and lean meats. The results had been
impressive.

The 5 foot 5 inch NYU student had gone from a porky 140lbs to a lean and
strong 125lbs. Based on her body fat losses she estimated she had also added
15 lbs of muscle over that same period. Yoga had a way of not only
strengthening and toning the external and visible muscles that every woman
desired, it also strengthened the internal muscles, especially those in the
core that support the many organs. Thus it was possible 4-5 lbs of muscle
added was probably due to stronger internal organs and muscles. These inner
muscles gave her good balance and posture. She was healthy.

She looked down at her hips for the last few reps. Sweat glistened on her flat
and taut belly that was somewhat exposed from her shirt having rolled up it
during the exercise. She was conscious that someone had been checking her out
for most of the class. He was seated behind her. He was somewhat qualified for
the class and had no problem keeping up, though his form was sometimes poor.
Overall he was slightly handsome, though his muscles needed greater
development before he could claim to be hot.

They were ordered into cats meow to stretch out their back and core. Erica was
conscious her butt was now sticking out fully exposed and able to be admired.
It did not bother her so much, that was partially why she worked so hard at
her body. She was weaeing white, ankle length, skin tight yoga pants. The
pants contoured to her well toned and muscular legs perfectly, exposing every
muscle fibre so that the most sublime twitch was visible. Compared to some
other girls in the class her legs and butt were compact and tensiled. There
were no parts that jiggled unless by her own force. Oddly though they were
smaller they were also clearly stronger. Her butt stood up high, it did not
sag.

When the class ended she got up to leave and shower. She undressed in the
locker room and examined her body in the mirror. It was taut and fit, not
heavily muscled, just very lean. She had great bone structure to support her
muscles. Her face was smooth and plush, and it extolled her striking
cheekbones and jawline. She showered and let the water run through her dark
long hair, cooling her body. She stepped out and put on her jeans and top and
left. The man was waiting outside in the lobby.

"Im jack. You have really good form. You know that a fella could learn a lot
about practice from watching you?"

"My name is Erica, and its my experience you have to practice to learn" she
said wryly.

"Its rather forward of me, but you would like to grab a quick salad and chat a
little bit."

"Ok. Lets go. I'm always encouraged by a man not embarrassed to eat salad in
front of a lady." She chuckeld.

He smiled very broadly. "Perfect. I know where to go."

Seated at the café and facing the beach, they were mostly quiet. Each one was
admiring the other's good features and occasionally checking out the pacific
ocean. Erica was conscious Jack was checking out her arms. They were tan and
lean and she was proud. She liked his broad chest and shoulders, even though
it was not really all that muscled. She grabbed his right hand with her own
and positioned both of their arms as if they were about to arm wrestle. Then
she leaned over and asked

"What is it that you do?"

"I run an advertising agency."

She gently began applying pressure to his arm and he returned the favor.

"So why do you like yoga girls."

"Because they fuck like its going out of style" he said coolly.

She smiled. "Lets go to my place."

Erica's apartment was modest but quite functional. She began to undress him.
Taking his shirt off. She then took her own off. While he was watching her she
unexpectedly punched him in the gut. He lost his breathe and bent over a
little bit, but the surprise and sudden power made him hard. She watched him
grow. She then put one hand behind his neck and with the other began stroking
his penis and massaging his balls. He grew harder and larger. With his two
free hands he was grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. He would
occasionally stick his hand on her butt and rub it and squeeze it, admiring
its elegance, strength, and smoothness. She put her hand on his soft belly and
began rubbing it. She quickly jabbed it causing him to bend over; all the
while she continued to rub his balls. Out of breathe he whispered "why do
punch me like that"

"Because I like you knowing I'm in control. I also know you like it. Now punch
me."

She was prepared and he did not hit her with all his strength yet it was still
a solid punch,; she took it well and never lost a breath. She let out a moan
when he tested her again and she walked him to her bed. She laid him down,
took his pants off, and began to perform fellatio. She built him up nearly to
a climax and then stopped and took her own pants off. She lay down beside him
and he mounted her. He began by rubbing her clitoris and only after she was
wet did he go inside of her. She began to moan and as she did that began to
choke him. This had the desired effect of making him move faster. Just as they
were both about to climax she flipped him over and took control again. She
pinned his hands down behind his head with her own and used those as leverage
to fuck him. He was enjoying the powerlessness. Her arms and her tits and her
stomach and obliques were all pulsing as she used every muscle in her body to
buck back and forth wildly. They both began to scream, her more loudly than
him. She suspended her body over his and was facing him. Her lean yet muscled
and feminine arms bifurcated as she held herself in chaturanga above him; her
stomach was gently flexed to support her rod like straightness. Her lean and
yogic legs extended straight and unbroken away from her pert butt.

"So do I meet your expectations Jack? How does it feel to be outmatched at
sex?" Gently punching his soft and prostrate belly again. "You know I work out
5 times a week and have made myself especially strong. I get dirty looks from
other women, especially fat ones. They know I could not only kick their fat
asses, but that I also fuck much better and longer and harder. The big ones
especially think they are tougher, but they are all piles of lard and I would
tire them down and beat them. I'm hot and sexy. Always bet on yoga girls;
we're disciplined and stronger. You know you wanted me because you know I
could fuck you better than any porker out there. You know with your soft belly
you were totally undeserving, but you also new you would take greater pleasure
at seeing me in action."

He moaned loudly and she continued to fuck him. She would alternate with
holding both his hands down and by wrapping one hand around his throat while
she bucked back and forth. She stopped again though neither had climaxed and
lay down beside him. He began to rub his large bony hands over her stomach and
again over butt. He admired the firmness and smoothness. Squeezing the back of
her legs and her butt he asked her if she had ever been in a real fight.

"Just once last year. A girl at a bar was drunk and was upset we were both
hitting on the same guy and I was getting all of the attention. The porker got
pissed and spilled her beer on me. I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her
fatass outside and she pulled back and walked out on her own. She took the
first swing and missed and then I decked her in the nose. I grabbed her hair
and swung her to the ground and then straddled her and began to choke her.
Once you get a fattie like that pinned they lose their advantage. I kept
bouncing up and down on her gut. She was soon too winded from all of her fat
and her weakness and she was no match and started crying. Her big round belly
and weak organs were no match for my high firm ass! I slapped her around some
more and then got off her. Some friends of mine were watching and somewhat
laughing. They could not believe I had beat up such a bigger girl, but it was
really more that they could believe it and it had affirmed to them that its
not just hot jacked guys that can be tough, but that by definition hot girls
are tough too. My friends loved it because they are all hot like me too,
though not as hot," she giggled.

He smiled and fondled her butt more, digging his hand and fingers into her
flesh feeling her well muscled hamstrings and glutes.

"You know why we women watch each other closely?" she said. We are constantly
seeing who is hotter because we are also constantly seeking the hottest guys
to be with. Its not just sexual power though. Its real world physical power.
The tubby ones are not just jealous because they know we fuck better, they
have to be on guard because they know us hot chicks can also beat their slow
dumpy asses. That's probably the biggest mistake guys make when they judge hot
girls. They acknowledge we are hot, but they don't see that we are also
physically stronger and better than the sloppy tubbies. Well when a girl is
checking out a hot guy of course she thinks sex, but she is also rating him
vs. other guys and how well he can defend himself. Hot guys don't ever seem to
even care that we girls check out each other to see who is the toughest. Its
not always the case but generally, the hotter you are the better in shape you
are and the more likely other girls are afraid of you. The guy I was flirting
with watched me beat that fat ass into the ground. He knew I'd be great in bed
because I whupped up on the tubby. In the end he was not for me."

"Why not?" Jack asked.

"I really was not interested in him. I just wanted the fat drunk bitch to know
who was the real power in the room." She smiled sardonically again and
starting fucking him. He watched her long lean arms and her flat belly move in
sync with her thrusting butt and hips. He began to grunt again. Her tits
bounced wildly as she bucked. The did it three times that day. She had energy,
looks, and drive. It was the best sex he ever had.