Different sportswear

The next outfit was also sporty… kind of. It was somewhat less… authentic, but even hotter than the previous one; judge for yourself. I put on sheer tan pantyhose and a navy blue thong leotard, on my feet I wore ten centimetre heels, they were not nearly as beautiful as the earlier ones but still sexy and not trashy.

My hair got let down but made somewhat kept in place by a headband. If you remember the video for that silly song where one guy dances/exercises with a bunch of sexy chicks, I looked like that main female character.

The photoshoot itself looked similar but had gotten undeniably more erotic in nature. The poses, even if some remained unchanged, felt sexier thanks to the clothes; I was feeling once again exposed and that brought my arousal to yet a higher level. I was happily bending over and spreading my legs in lewd poses that were supposed to resemble exercises. I noticed that James, while still maintaining his professional facade, has succumbed to my female charms; the bulge in his tight pants had gotten larger and his face was slightly more red.

This time we shot several more sexy poses and made full use of my flexibility. If my doctor saw these photos he would most likely not require me to strip in order to diagnose my muscles and sinews.