Exercising Naked

“... Please don’t tell me you’re looking at my butt right now, Spider-Man.”
“Er… Is this a bit awkward? If it makes you feel any better my spantex is real tight!”
“Not helping. At all.”

The two both currently stood in Yuri’s home, with the titular Spider-Man perched on an open windowsill overlooking a rather intimate look of the police officers toned ass. Naked ass. Nearly the centrepiece of the room being revealed in all its glory. She really wished he’d just opened the door and knocked, just anything to make this situation less humiliating.

“Just… Put the documents on the desk. The one behind me.”
“Emphasis on behind!” Yuri groaned in response, “S-Sorry! I make jokes when nervous! Defuses the tension, even when I’m getting shot at!”
“I assure you Spider-Man, this is not diffusing the tension.”
“Emphasis on ass-ure! Uh… Why are you naked anyway?”

Yuri paused, still cringing at the fact her pert flat butt was fully exposed in the living room of her small apartment. She really wished this room had dimmer lighting. “I… Work out in the nude, usually.” Which she had being doing. She desperately hoped he hadn't been stalking at the window long. Some of those excercises could be... revealing.

She also really didn’t want to get into small talk. But if there was one thing Spider-Man was good at (other than fighting crime, she supposed) it was talking…
“Must make going to the gym awkward, hey!”
“Are… you going to place the files?”

She didn’t want to turn around. This had been embarrassing enough already without her having to delicately use her hands as cover over her very naked (and currently slightly sweaty) body.

“O-Oh! Yeah, it’s done! All there. Fisk’s crimes in a nice little accounting book.”
“Right.”
“Right.” Spider-Man repeated, cheerily.

Yuri’s cheeks flared. Even more so. How had she got into this situation?

“Are you… Going to leave?”
“R-Right!” Spider-Man paused, “Er, I hope this isn’t going to impact our working relationship…”
“Only our personal one.” Yuri said stiffly, “If you stay for any longer, that is.”
“Cool! Uh, bye-bye! I’ll try to forget this ever happeneeeed!” The vigilante said, his voice becoming quieter as he presumably zipped away.

Yuri turned her nude body around, her arms against her large chest in case he was still there and slowly strutted to the window. She awkwardly slammed closed the curtains with ****, still with one hand over her naked breast. She tapped her bare right foot against the floor, annoyed. With a quick slap with the palm of both hands to both reddened cheeks, she went over to the kitchen. And poured a small glass of whiskey, which was quickly downed.

So her butt had been seen by one of her closest… work friends? She didn’t really have a word for it. Other than humiliating. A bit too embarrassed now to get back to the interrupted exercising but there was something else she had to do. With a long, long sigh, she sat down while still naked at her desk. She picked up the reports given and glanced over some of the account books, surprised at the amount of evidence she found.

Maybe the embarrassment was worth it. But she was absolutely going to start exercising with clothes from now on.