Chapter Four
FROM THE REAR, I KNOW I appear almost nude, only the narrow band of my thong resting between my buttocks betraying the merest nod to modesty. I shift my stance so that my feet are about shoulder width apart, then I reach up high and stretch my deltoid muscles. The pose looks sensual, but it feels good too, warming and preparing my body for the workout I am about to experience. I lean forward, bending from the waist to actually touch the floor, this time stretching my hamstrings. Warm-up matters—I need to avoid injury if the rest of my plan is to come to anything. That, and it does no harm to give them a decent view of my arse.
I take my time straightening, then I turn to face them.
My breasts are not bad, or so I like to think. I’m a curvy B-cup, enough to keep my audience
