Fitness Instructor [new!]

Laylah entered the medium-sized room with her yoga mat in hand, wearing a baby blue sports bra and a tight pair of pink short-shorts. Her class consisted of about 10 today, all men save for a single, fit and blonde woman at the back, clad in a matching black sports bra and yoga pants. Laylah nodded at her, best to keep your distance, she thought, these gym guys tend to stare. To her class's credit though, no one was rowdy or making any wry comments as she bent down to set up her mat near the boom box and kettle bell at the head of the class. The whole group simply looked at her patiently without making a peep.

This was because they were, even the woman, all staring in surprise. Laylah's very tight shorts were, well, quite short indeed. Too short! This was because they weren't shorts at all.

They were panties.

Laylah had gotten distracted by the podcast she was listening to this morning as she got dressed and had forgotten to put on her actual shorts, which, in her defense were close to the same shade of pink as her panties. She took her starting position in front of the class, standing up straight with her arms loosely at her sides. The group stared in stunned silence. It was normal for a lady to show up to the gym in a sports bra, sure, but the horizontal gusset line going across the bottom of her crotch and little white bow right below the thin elastic around her hips made it quite obvious that the pink piece of fabric covering her bottom half was unmistakably just a pair of little panties.

The men of the class all looked to the single woman in the group, as if to silently ask for permission to not say anything. Pathetic, but equally so was the small, athletic blonde's subtle little nod and slight smile. It seemed that she was just as enthused to see Laylah lead their exercise in just her colorful underwear. A unified front of perverts, regardless of gender, it seemed. How inspirational.

Laylah, being Laylah, saw the whole group of men turn their heads to only woman in the room and frowned, saying,
"Hey, eyes up here, boys. Get a hold of yourselves, we're all here for one thing." She admonished, the 'one thing', in her mind, being a good workout. The class quickly whipped their heads back to her, the 'one thing' being very, very different for them.