Stretches

"Oh, whoops. I've just realised we didn't finish doing proper warm-ups and stretching exercises! I do hope no one has got cramp." I stand up with the class. Most of them appear to be checking out the leotard rather than listening to me. I can't really blame them, I bet I look ridiculous.

What I didn't know was that the leotard had now been through so much stretching that now stood up in the light it left very little to the imagination. The stretched material around the crotch neatly outlined the full length and width of my penis, still semi-erect from the sea of cleavage from earlier.

"So if no one's feeling too stiff already, we'll begin with some basic stretching."

"Are you sure you're not too stiff sir?" A woman called out in response. Some hushed chuckling could be heard through the room. The joke went right over my head however, still too flustered to think properly.

"Ah, no I'm quite alright. Nothing some stretching won't fix."

I put my feet shoulder-width apart and addressed the class. My balls still hanging loose between my legs.

"Right, ladies I want you to slowly bend at the waist, letting your fingers run down your legs. You'll feel those hamstrings start to stretch. Take it nice and slowly ok?" Wanting to show myself as calm and collected I opted to joke back with the class. "Those of you wearing tight shorts might want to be a bit careful haha.. ahem."

I followed my own instructions along with the class and slowly bent forward, keeping my eyes on the class. That was the same mistake I made earlier, once again looking at a sea of cleavage in front of me as the women of the class bent facing me. Not to mention the reflections of all their asses in the mirrored walls all around the room.

"Can you feel those hamstrings start to pull? Good. Now try and go a bit lower... Gently does it."

The cleavage got deeper and the asses stood taller. My groin stirred.