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He is sitting cross legged in those loose fitting tai chi pants of his and his orange tee-shirt, his back to the cabinet of drawers. I sit down not too far from him in one of the chairs and bend as if to check the straps on my tennis shoes. He gets up and walks to the door and I think, "Oh, thank God I didn't sit on the floor next to him . . . this must be his hint that it's time to go."
As I straighten in my chair and prepar to stand up, I hear the door lock click shut as he first pauses and then turns to face me with his back to the door . . .
He smiles and slowly strolls toward me and says, "I thought you might want to work on a few moves." I stand as he continues to walk toward me, slowly, so slowly he walks toward me as that smile lingers on his lips. "You seem to be having some trouble with 'grasp bird's tail'," he says.
I think to myself that 'grasp birds tail' is one of my better moves, that along with 'single whip'. If I'm having trouble with that, I must be doing much worse than I thought! No wonder he wants to work on some moves. I sigh and move to meet him in the center of the room and face the mirror. Instead of standing in front of me, he walks around behind me and says, "Maybe it will help if we do the moves in unison. I'll stand behind you and guide your body with mine as we go through the moves."
"Whatever you think is best," I say as I begin to turn to my right to get into position for grasp bird's tail. He puts his hand on my right shoulder and left hip, holding me in place and says, "No, let's start from the commencement of tai chi." I hesitate as his arms come around my body and he lifts his clasped hands in front of my forehead. He waits, staring into my eyes in the mirror, his head behind and just to the left of mine, his chest pressed to my back. My arms come up and I place my left thumb into my right palm in front of my forehead. I meet his eyes as I begin to bend down to the ground, his body mirroring mine as I bend with my clasped hands cradled by his in front of my head, slowly, so slowly bending to the ground. I drop his eyes and turn my face to the ground, afraid of what he'll see in my eyes . . .
As my joined fists touch the floor, he separates his hands to cradle mine. I begin to straighten, drawing my hands up in front of me as his hands move to stroke my wrists and then my arms, my back pressed to his chest as we straighten. As we finally stand upright, my hands are clasped in front of my forehead again and his are now stroking my upper arms and heading toward my shoulders. I pause, unsure what to do. This can't be really be happening . . . can it?
I meet his eyes in the mirror and he guides his hands down to my hips to guide me into the first turn, my right arm lifting in front of me, my left dropping down to my left. I turn my head to the left so I can still look into the mirror and he presses his face to mine to force me to face forward.. "Uh uh, maintain "proper" form," he says in that deep voice. Is his voice a little huskier? I know my mouth is too dry to speak at this point and I'm finding it hard to catch my breath. I step forward and to the left with my left foot, bringing my left and right arms together in front of me and his body mirrors mine, his pelvis rubbing against my ass, his arms cradling mine, and then I lean to the left and extend my left arm and his body presses tightly against mine, almost lying on me from behind. Grasp bird's tail. Dear God, how will I be able to handle the LEFT grasp bird's tail series.
I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs as I think about the next three moves. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. He uses his body to force me to step forward with my right foot into the next move. My arms go out in front of me as I lean into the first move, his body pressing and rubbing against mine as he mirror his moves to mine. I push my ass back into him, not quite proper form, but I just can't help it. I shift my body back and twist to the left, my weight moving back onto my left foot, my left arm pulling back in a curve to my left ear as if I were drawing a bow. He nuzzles my neck on the left side and I press my face back against him, my eyes closing. I lean forward again, shifting my weight onto my right leg as my arms stretch in front of me, hands pressed together. His hands have dropped to my shoulders and his face is still nuzzling my neck, his pelvis, that hardness growing against me. My breath is coming rapidly now, my heart is pounding and I'm so wet, so very wet, hardly able to anticipate what may come next.
We shift back again, our weight on our left legs, my hands coming close to my chest, his hands stroking down my sides to just beneath my breasts. We shift forward again, my arms extended straight in front of me and his hands coming up to cover my breasts. Oh, dear God, I can't stand this. We lean back again onto our left legs and I pigeon toe my right foot and turn my body to get in single whip position. He doesn't turn and my body rubs his as I turn into his arms and my pelvis at long last rubs directly against his groin.
As I straighten in my chair and prepar to stand up, I hear the door lock click shut as he first pauses and then turns to face me with his back to the door . . .
He smiles and slowly strolls toward me and says, "I thought you might want to work on a few moves." I stand as he continues to walk toward me, slowly, so slowly he walks toward me as that smile lingers on his lips. "You seem to be having some trouble with 'grasp bird's tail'," he says.
I think to myself that 'grasp birds tail' is one of my better moves, that along with 'single whip'. If I'm having trouble with that, I must be doing much worse than I thought! No wonder he wants to work on some moves. I sigh and move to meet him in the center of the room and face the mirror. Instead of standing in front of me, he walks around behind me and says, "Maybe it will help if we do the moves in unison. I'll stand behind you and guide your body with mine as we go through the moves."
"Whatever you think is best," I say as I begin to turn to my right to get into position for grasp bird's tail. He puts his hand on my right shoulder and left hip, holding me in place and says, "No, let's start from the commencement of tai chi." I hesitate as his arms come around my body and he lifts his clasped hands in front of my forehead. He waits, staring into my eyes in the mirror, his head behind and just to the left of mine, his chest pressed to my back. My arms come up and I place my left thumb into my right palm in front of my forehead. I meet his eyes as I begin to bend down to the ground, his body mirroring mine as I bend with my clasped hands cradled by his in front of my head, slowly, so slowly bending to the ground. I drop his eyes and turn my face to the ground, afraid of what he'll see in my eyes . . .
As my joined fists touch the floor, he separates his hands to cradle mine. I begin to straighten, drawing my hands up in front of me as his hands move to stroke my wrists and then my arms, my back pressed to his chest as we straighten. As we finally stand upright, my hands are clasped in front of my forehead again and his are now stroking my upper arms and heading toward my shoulders. I pause, unsure what to do. This can't be really be happening . . . can it?
I meet his eyes in the mirror and he guides his hands down to my hips to guide me into the first turn, my right arm lifting in front of me, my left dropping down to my left. I turn my head to the left so I can still look into the mirror and he presses his face to mine to force me to face forward.. "Uh uh, maintain "proper" form," he says in that deep voice. Is his voice a little huskier? I know my mouth is too dry to speak at this point and I'm finding it hard to catch my breath. I step forward and to the left with my left foot, bringing my left and right arms together in front of me and his body mirrors mine, his pelvis rubbing against my ass, his arms cradling mine, and then I lean to the left and extend my left arm and his body presses tightly against mine, almost lying on me from behind. Grasp bird's tail. Dear God, how will I be able to handle the LEFT grasp bird's tail series.
I can feel the moisture pooling between my legs as I think about the next three moves. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it. He uses his body to force me to step forward with my right foot into the next move. My arms go out in front of me as I lean into the first move, his body pressing and rubbing against mine as he mirror his moves to mine. I push my ass back into him, not quite proper form, but I just can't help it. I shift my body back and twist to the left, my weight moving back onto my left foot, my left arm pulling back in a curve to my left ear as if I were drawing a bow. He nuzzles my neck on the left side and I press my face back against him, my eyes closing. I lean forward again, shifting my weight onto my right leg as my arms stretch in front of me, hands pressed together. His hands have dropped to my shoulders and his face is still nuzzling my neck, his pelvis, that hardness growing against me. My breath is coming rapidly now, my heart is pounding and I'm so wet, so very wet, hardly able to anticipate what may come next.
We shift back again, our weight on our left legs, my hands coming close to my chest, his hands stroking down my sides to just beneath my breasts. We shift forward again, my arms extended straight in front of me and his hands coming up to cover my breasts. Oh, dear God, I can't stand this. We lean back again onto our left legs and I pigeon toe my right foot and turn my body to get in single whip position. He doesn't turn and my body rubs his as I turn into his arms and my pelvis at long last rubs directly against his groin.
end of Part I