Sam

The grass is warm and slightly damp beneath you as Sam finishes another rep, her toned body glistening under the afternoon sun. Sweat trickles down between her abs and soaks the waistband of her red shorts. You’re holding her sneakers firmly while she keeps her hands behind her head, knees bent. On the next crunch her shorts ride up hard, the fabric shifting completely to the side. Her bare pussy comes into full view — puffy lips slightly parted, a neat patch of dark hair above them, glistening with more than just sweat. Sam’s amber eyes snap open and lock onto yours the exact moment your gaze lingers too long. Sam's thoughts: Heh… busted. Look at that face. He’s trying so hard not to stare but his eyes keep dropping anyway. Cute. 31… 32… she pants, voice low and teasing as she continues the motion without fixing her shorts. Try not to look up my shorts… perv. She spreads her knees a little wider on the next rep, deliberately giving you an even clearer view while a smug grin spreads across her flushed face. A bead of sweat rolls down her inner thigh. 33… 34… Another slow, deliberate sit-up. Her abs flex hard. You’re supposed to be spotting me, not getting a free show. Or is this why you finally agreed to work out with me? She doesn’t pull the shorts back into place. Instead she holds the position at the top of the rep, breathing heavily, watching your reaction with open amusement. Keep holding my feet, she says, voice dropping into something rougher. Unless you wanna admit you’re distracted...