“I think you can call me Samantha now,” she responded, opening the door and ushering Kelly inside. Samantha just happened to be terribly horny at ...he moment. Her yoga teacher was a magnificent creature, a 6-foot-tall Amazon who had a fantastic body and loved to show it off. Samantha had wanted her badly for a long time now, but she seemed distant and unattainable. Being around her during class, combined with the exercise endorphins, always worked Sam up into a state.Kelly was also feeling kind. Now let me describe her, she was 26 years old, fair, short and slim lady with long hair. She wears churidar mostly and saree rarely.Since she was short she would cover all her parts easily.So it was difficult to watch her body as she barely reveals it. Whenever she sits near me I try to touch her boobs and ass accidentally but she does not notice it. That’s how I knew she had good round boobs which must be 36 sizes.Sometimes I and sandhya ma’am would stay back after class. We even used to have. ”She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole seedy bar we were in.I frowned and stared into her eyes.“I don’t think you’re being honest,” I said, “In fact, I think you’re deliberately trying to sound pathetic.”Her gaze hardened and she took another drag, this one not so lazy or relaxed.“What do you know about it?” she snapped, “Have you ever met a nymphomaniac before?”“I don’t know,” I said and sipped from my glass of whisky.She rolled her eyes and absently. My mind raced. I should stop this right now, I’m three times her age. But she is a delightful, sexual woman. I’ll be branded a pervert. She going to ask me for hush money. She’s doing it unasked, it’s what she wants…“I’m having an affair with a professor at Uni,” she confessed. “We meet at least once a week, usually twice, in his study.”Her hand moved to the drawstring of my shorts and pulled the bow undone.“You remind me of him,” she continued as she eased the waistband of my shorts. My cock.