It was a hot summer afternoon when I first laid eyes on her. She was in the park, doing yoga in a tight pair of yoga pants. Her long, brunette hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her toned arms and back. I couldn’t help but stare as she moved gracefully through each pose.
As I approached her, I couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts moved beneath her sports bra. I introduced myself and we struck up a conversation. She told me her name was Sophia and that she was a yoga instructor. I told her I was a writer and that I couldn’t help but be inspired by her beauty and grace.
