Fi gets a workout.

Nervously, she steps out into the grass. To her surprise, she's the first one ready. It's only another minute before Lord Faroe steps out next, however. He looks to her with a smile, and her eyes trail down his body. He wears the exact same white t-shirt and grey pants that she does... and they're just as tight. They outline the bulge of his member far more than they should. Though you can also see the trim of boxer briefs beneath them as well. It definitely helps, though they don't do much to combat how tight they're fitting. It's almost like he's wearing no pants at all.

Wait. That's how I look too!

She stands self-consciously with her hands over the front of her waist. "S-So, what are we doing exactly? I'm not all that strong."

"Oh dear. I wouldn't make you lift weights or anything like that. No, no. This is the day I do my yoga." He gestures to two mats near each other in the center of the room. "It's very relaxing. Have you done it before?"

"No I haven't. What is it?"

"It's actually just a series of stretches and poses that help soothe the body and mind. It's healthy. Don't worry. I'll show you what to do. Just watch my body very closely, and try to mimic me."

I don't think I want to look that closely... Not right now... What's happening? I thought all those feelings were gone, but they were just hiding. Everything is starting to come flooding back.

"Here. Watch." He faces away from her, and brings his hands flat down on the mat. At the same time, he perks his ass straight up into the air. His shirt loosely slips down his body, and he peeks a glance back to her with a smile. "Try this one. Inspect it. Don't try until you've taken in every detail, so you don't hurt yourself."

Fi takes a sharp inhale. Colour fills her cheeks, and she begins to fan herself off with a hand. Oh boy.

The yoga pants tightly squeeze his ass, and she can't look away. And the chest revealed by his fallen top, although isn't a jacked as Lord Varen, is formidably muscular. The man stays in shape. At a point, she isn't even sure how long she's been staring. Fi perks up and snaps back into reality, shakes her head, and then puts her own hands down on the mat.

It's a little embarrassing being in such a position, especially without any undergarments. Her ass sticks up into the air--tail tangling. Meanwhile, she gasps as her own shirt slips down. It's caught only by the bottom of her chest. He isn't looking thankfully, but she starts to get flustered that he might.

"Are we done?" she asks.

"A little bit longer. Just hold it," he says.

She peeks up at his butt. "H-Hold it... I got it."

"Feel the tightness."

"Very... tight," she mutters.

"Does it feel good?" he asks.

"I think so."

"I want it to feel good for you."

"Y-Yes, it feels good! But my arms are getting tired!"

He chuckles, and then lifts back up with ease. "Apologies. I take too much for granted."

Before he can turn, Fi scrambles to pull back down her shirt, and stand up straight. "It's all right, m'lord."

"Face me for this one," he says. Then, he sits down on the mat, and slides his hands down his legs. "This one is a little bit tough, so just do your best."

She sits down as well. It's a little more embarrassing now, with him looking right back at her.

Next, he grabs his feet, and he begins to spread his legs apart. She casts her eyes between them, and desperately tries not to look at his enormous package tightly restrained by his pants. He lifts them up, and holds the position.

"I don't know if I can do that," she says.

"Just give it a try."

After a deep breath, she takes her feet and pulls them up and apart. Though spreading her legs in front of him isn't something she does easily. Without any panties under her own yoga pants, she can't help but feel like she's offering herself to him! Her face starts to fill with colour, and not just because she's struggling to hold her feet. She's actually quite flexible. Contrary to what she said, this is actually easy for her to do physically.

"Mmm. Feel that?" he asks.

"F-Feel what?" She purses her lips, and casts her eyes up, trying to take herself mentally away from the situation. It doesn't work very well.

"All right. That's good. You can drop it," he says.

They both lower their legs together.

Fi puts her hands between her legs as she presses them together. "This is a little bit tricky for me," she mutters.

"Ah. Here. Let me help." Faroe stands up and walks towards her. "Remember that first position? Do that for me, please."

That sounds so wrong. I must be the one in the wrong for thinking so. She nervously pulls her feet back, and plants her hands on the mat once again before perking her rear high up into the air.

"All right. Now I can see. May I correct you?" he asks.

"Yes," she mumbles.

She shudders as his hand gently touches her upper thigh from behind. She can feel his soft hand slide slowly up to the curve of her ass. At the same time, his other hand presses down against her back, which at least seems to be helping keep her shirt from slipping down. Though that also may be from sweat. This ordeal has been exhausting both physically and emotionally.

He pushes in her back, and gently corrects her rear. "Like this," he whispers.

I can feel his hands. They're so nice. And he's touching my butt. Oh... I can feel everything through these pants. It's like I'm naked for him.

One one his hands lowers back down her thigh, and begins moving slightly inwards. "The legs aren't quite right."

Her eyes widen. "Y-Yes, sorry!" Oh, don't touch around there please.

The hand glides back over her cheeks, and then he takes both hands, and holds her sides, all while he leans in close to whisper into her ear. "Just like that. Doesn't that feel good?"

She lets out an audible whimper. "M'lord..." she accidentally murmurs beneath her breath.

"Pardon me?" he asks.

Her face turns tomato red. "N-Nothing."

"I think you've got it. Feel free to stand back up."

She slowly raises back up, though facing away from him. Her eyes look down her body and a pang of fear shoots her heart so suddenly that she feels like she's going to be sick. First, she can tell both of her nipples have stiffened from the excitement. It's not instantly noticeable, but it wouldn't take much for someone to see that through her top given she has no brassiere or anything underneath it. Though what truly causes her to nearly faint is something far worse.

Not only do her yoga pants hug against her skin, but they're also thin and grey. At least if they were black, it wouldn't be as bad. But what they don't do is hide wetness, and with them tight against her pussy, it's clearly visible.

No!

She throws her hands down in front of her groin and shivers.

"Are you all right?" asks Lord Faroe. He places a hand on her shoulder. "If you pulled something, I can take a look at it. Maybe I can make it feel better with a nice rub."

Oohhh no. I need to do something. What do I do?! If he sees the front of me right now, what will he think of me?

Wet, excited, red, panting--Fi is flooded with arousal, and completely helpless. These are the absolute worst clothes to be wearing when trying to hide one's body. He places one hand over her groin, wraps her other arm around her chest, and breaths heavily. "I'm... fine. Don't worry. Just a little tired."

"Well, we won't do much more. How about we just relax until one of the maids brings you a fresh uniform? I can continue my routine while you simply watch."

I can't even leave if I want to, or I'll just be walking around in these clothes still! I almost forgot that I don't even have anything to change into. I guess I have no choice but to stay and continue to hide it from him.