Early Bird Yoga - Episode 3

She rolls out her mat before the sun cuts through the blinds. The studio still smells like last night's incense and sweat. She moves through the opening sequence with deliberate precision, feeling each muscle wake up and stretch. Downward dog becomes child's pose, then she lowers onto her back, knees wide, hips melting into the floor. Her breath deepens. One hand slips beneath the waistband of her leggings, fingers finding the warmth already building between her thighs. The other hand cups her breast through the thin sports bra, thumb brushing across her nipple until it tightens. She presses two fingers inside herself, slow and steady, hips rocking in time with her pulse. The door clicks open. She doesn't stop. Another woman enters, drops her bag, and watches for a moment before stepping closer. She kneels between spread knees and replaces fingers with her mouth, tongue flat and deliberate against slick skin. Hands grip the mat. The first woman gasps, back arching as the second woman sucks her clit with steady pressure, fingers curling deep. They move like they have all morning. Like the class doesn't start for another hour. Like this is the real warm-up.