Heaven in a Hot Room

So, I walked into the room, it was sweltering. There weren't many people around. I went to get changed and re emerged. A couple of lovely ladies had appeared, scantily clad and glistening in the heat, I was going to enjoy this. I placed myself in the centre of the room and began to relax. To this point I was the only male, result. I was really early so got to watch all the clients arrive, I was getting excited. I'm glad Big Ron talked me into this. Big Ron arrived and joined me in the middle of the room. By now there are chicks of all shapes and sizes dotted about the room, in various stages of undress. Some are sporting bras only, others are, thankfully, T-shirted up. Finally the instructor arrives and it's time to begin, the room is packed with mostly women. I would say it's a 4 to 1 ratio, if not more. However, the scantily clad thing isn't always a blessing. Seeing Big Bertha in her thong bending over isn't what I dream about of a night time. On the other hand the bird to my front is lovely and wearing baggy but tiny shorts (more on this later) and a little vest. The chick to my left is stunning and wearing see through leggings and a thong, plus a white vest and black bra. I was concentrating by the way, just happened to notice these things. What can I say, I'm observant!

The class is actually really hard, not to mention hot. I was sweating buckets and hadn't done a lot. I haven't done much yoga but this was the hardest class so far. Not only was it hard physically, the added distraction of some lovely ladies wearing next to nothing and sweating away without a care in the world, made concentration difficult. I was rewarded for my perseverance towards the end of the session, we were lying on our fronts, pulling our heels towards our heads (don't ask). The aforementioned babe in front of me with the baggy shorts must have been slightly stronger on her right side. Her shorts moved centimetres to the right and gave me a grandstand view up her jack and danny. Being a gentleman I...........continued to make the most of the opportunity presented to me and stared into the abyss for all I was worth. Sorry mum!!

In summary, Bikram yoga gets my vote. It's a bit like a dreaming your in a fitness video, except occasionally you glance round, see Big Bertha working it, and realise it's reality. Can't wait til' tomorrows class though- A great workout and perving opportunity of a lifetime, where do I sign up!