Let's get our workout on!

"Let's get our workout on!" You smile, and Jess nods agreeably.

"Hamstrings?" Jess smirks at you, her back to the window, bending forward, knees straight, her tight little shorts pulling into the crack of her ass.

You roll your eyes with a grin, following her lead, standing beside her and bending down. You can feel your own shorts pull as tight against your panty-less butt. Jess grins at you, reaching over and swiftly tugging down the back of your shorts.

You mock a gasp, your bare ass and probably even your smooth-shaven pussy on full display to the public at large, not to mention the two hooligans across the street. You spin in your dishonest modesty, staying bent over and pointing your bared naughty bits right at Jess' dad's office, smiling at him around your tightly toned legs as he casually eyes your completely un-subtle display that Jess is totally not realizing. A casual hand slides around behind you and confirms your increasing hot little lips are indeed peeking out at him.

Jess slips her feet wide, "Haha, can't get me!" She smirks at you. You roll your eyes, not bothering to pull your own shorts back into place as you reach across to grab her top, pulling it up the upside-down girl as you stand, her tits suddenly bared out to the street between her spread legs. A not-so-casual hand slides around her backside this time and confirms the shorts are slipping between more than just her ass cheeks.

Standing, your shorts tightly held at your thighs, you turn to the street, your bare little beaver showing off to the increasingly attentive guys across the way as your hand traces the very clearly spread lips between Jess's thighs. Jess stands, and you pout as the warm wetness leaves your fingertips. He draws up beside you, casually not fixing her own top still tugged down below her boobs like some kind of wacky push-up bra. In one stroke, she tugs your shirt up, baring both your tits.

You mock embarrassment once more, and immodestly spin, baring your ass above your still-dropped shorts out to the street, but facing your bare slit and freshly bared (now bouncing) breasts back to Jess's dad. With her smirking out to the guys across the way, tits on display, she doesn't even notice you smiling at her father. You draw your arms behind you, pressing out your chest as you stretch, grinning at him as he eyes your chest.

"Enough stretching, where do you want to start?" Jess turns to you, still not bothering to fix her top. Ostensibly taking her lead, really just showing off to her father, you leave it all hanging out.