Starting slow

"Now that was have stretched out, now we can start with light aerobics exercises. Again, follow me... We can work through them together.", Pete said, before starting a regimen of varying exercises.

Jumping jacks cam first, which by course lent well to making my jugs bounce, and my ass wiggle. I giggled at the sensation, a smile bruiting larger on my face. I felt dirty doing it, and loved the attention. Much to my surprise, except I'm being turned about as much as they are.

This was followed by sit-ups. Arms crossed over my chest or not, I could feel my tits bounce each time with each push-up. I loved the feeling. Mostly because of my captive audience of two attractive men, helping me train.

It's strange I've already come to accept doing my exercises naked, and don't mind being touched intimately by either of them. Soon after comes dirty dogs, bicycles, and squats. It's followed closely by push-ups, which one more seem to not only work muscles but lend well to my breast bouncing.

I'm invigorated by the exposure of my naked body, as we work on several more light aerobic activities, including another set or two of jumping jacks. Normally I'd complain, but I'm finding it least as alluring to jump so, as they find watching me complete the exercise.

Taking deep breaths, heart pounding, I impenitently wait for what's yet to come.