Claire is too hot for pants

Jenn and Claire were slumped onto the sauna benches, sweating in the thick heat.

“This… is fine,” Jenn muttered, “Technically, we’re safe.”

Claire wiggled uncomfortably. “I… I can’t. These yoga pants are suffocating me.”

Jenn groaned. “Claire, we’re hiding in a sauna! Just… survive!”

Claire shook her head. “Nope. I have to take them off.”

With awkward fumbling, Claire peeled off her pants, revealing an embarrassing pair of bright pink underwear covered in cartoon cats. She plopped back on the bench, fanning herself.

Jenn’s eyes widened. “Oh… great. Now both of us are basically underwear-only.”

Claire waved a hand. “Focus. We’re alive and hidden. Temporary disaster only.”

Jenn pressed her tiny towel tighter, muttering, “Breathe… until we can escape without anyone seeing us.”

The distant splashes and laughter from the pool reminded them the gym wasn’t empty. Claire whispered, “Once the class leaves, we make a run for it.”

Jenn nodded, clutching her towel. “One misstep, one slip… and we’re famous.”

Two awkward, half-dressed women, baking in the sauna, waited for the perfect, and hopefully less humiliating, moment to escape.