Fitness-Studio-Shooting

Lisa stood in the brightly lit gym, her red sports bra top clinging tightly to her full breasts. The thin fabric pressed so tightly against her chest that the underside was slightly squashed, creating small folds of skin. The red leggings fit like a second skin, high-cut and extremely tight in the crotch. She could already feel the fabric against her labia.

Jan had billed the shoot as a ‘Red Hot Workout’. Around 25 other members were training in the studio – men and women in sportswear – who kept glancing over curiously.

‘Let’s go, Lisa!’ Jan called out. ‘Squats, lunges, hip thrusts and butterflies. Keep it natural, as if you were just working out.’

Lisa began with squats. She crouched low, legs wide apart. The fabric of the leggings pulled tight across her crotch. She felt her labia being gently squeezed. Quickly, she slipped two fingers into her crotch and smoothed the fabric – unconsciously spreading her outer lips a little so there were no creases. Her inner lips were now slightly more exposed. A warm shiver ran through her body.

“That’s good!” praised Jan.

During the lunges, she knelt with one leg forward at a time. Every time she stretched her back leg, the tight fabric rubbed against her clitoris. She grew wet. Again she adjusted the crotch of her leggings, slid two fingers briefly under the waistband and repositioned her labia – the inner lips slipped out a little, wet and swollen.

The hip thrusts were the worst. She lay on the mat, feet flat, lifted her pelvis and pushed it upwards rhythmically. Her breasts bounced heavily inside her bra. The fabric squeezed her nipples, making them hard and sensitive. With every thrust, the tight crotch of her leggings rubbed directly over her clitoris. She grew wetter and wetter. After each set, she quickly reached into her crotch, smoothed the fabric and, in doing so, spread her labia apart again with her fingers – she didn’t realise that each time she was opening her wet, glistening vulva a little wider.

Finally, the butterfly exercise. She sat on the mat, soles of her feet together, knees pushed wide outwards. Her legs formed a large diamond. The fabric of the leggings stretched extremely tight. Her labia were clearly visible, pressed against the fabric. Lisa adjusted the crotch once more, slid her fingers deep into the waistband and realigned everything – her outer lips parted, the inner ones now lay completely open and glistening. A small, clear drop of her arousal trickled out and was absorbed by the fabric.

Her face was deep red. She felt the stares of the other studio visitors, heard sporadic whispering and quiet laughter. Between her legs, it pulsed hot and wet. Her nipples were rock-hard and pressed clearly through the red top.

“They’re only looking because I look so fit,” she thought, embarrassed, and smiled shyly at the camera. “And because the outfit is so tight… but Jan says that’s the point.”

By now she was so aroused that her legs were trembling slightly. But she carried on – innocent, focused, and with the feeling that she could delete everything from the cloud later.

Jan sat a little way off on a stool; the camera was streaming live directly to the cloud. The red filter was fully activated.

On his screen, Lisa was stark naked.

During the squats, she crouched low, her legs spread wide. Her bare vulva was completely exposed. The outer labia were smoothly shaved, the inner lips pink, swollen and glistening. You could see every single fine hair at the edges, the tiny folds of skin, and how a clear drop of arousal slowly trickled from her opening and ran down the inside of her left thigh. Every time she ‘adjusted the fabric’, she slid two fingers straight into her bare pussy, spread the lips wide apart and presented everything to the camera – clitoris plump and hard, the opening pulsing slightly.

The lunges: her naked body glistened with sweat. With every lunge, her heavy breasts bounced freely, the large pink nipples stiff and dark. The underside of her breasts showed fine skin folds where they pressed heavily against her ribcage. Between her legs, her labia could be seen pulled apart with every movement, wet and glistening.

During the hip thrusts, she lay naked on her back, her pelvis thrust high. Her breasts swung heavily up and down, her nipples hard as pebbles. The camera captured her completely open, dripping vulva from below – every fold, every glistening spot, the inner lips slightly parted, a thin trail of her moisture stretching all the way to the mat. When she ‘adjusted the fabric’, it looked as though she were fingering herself: two fingers spreading her labia, briefly massaging her clitoris and then letting go again.

The butterfly exercise was the highlight. Lisa sat naked on the mat, legs spread extremely wide, knees almost touching the floor. Her labia were wide open, the inner lips hanging out slightly, glistening with moisture. You could see every tiny fold, the pale pink insides, the plump clitoris and how her opening contracted slightly with every breath and opened again. A thin, clear thread of arousal ran out and dripped onto the mat. As she ‘adjusted the fabric’, she pushed her fingers deep between her bare labia, spread everything wide apart and held it up to the camera for a moment – as if she were deliberately presenting herself.

The 25 other studio visitors stood around her, staring at the naked woman spreading herself before them and revealing her dripping vulva. On the filtered stream, it looked as though Lisa were masturbating in front of an audience.

Jan zoomed in closer. He could see every fold of skin beneath her breasts, the goosebumps on her nipples, the fine beads of sweat clinging to her labia, and the ever-growing wet patch on the mat beneath her.

He smiled contentedly and muttered:

“She keeps positioning herself perfectly for the camera… and thinks she’s wearing clothes.”

The livestream continued. Everything was being recorded in the highest resolution – for the cloud, for Lisa, and soon for everyone she sent the link to.