Letting things run their course

The instructor didn’t feel the usual anger that would rise in her when rules were broken—this time, she felt curiosity. She decided to take a closer look at what was happening. Calmly, she instructed the class to close their eyes, bend over, and touch their toes, staying in the position. As she walked through the rows, checking that the exercises were being done correctly, no one suspected she had something else in mind.

She moved to the back of the room, and as she reached the rear wall, she turned down the center aisle, where Mindy and Isabel stood. Her eyes immediately fell on Isabel, and for a moment, she was stunned. She hadn’t been mistaken. There stood one of the most attractive young women she had ever seen, obviously stripped of her shorts by a known prankster, without even realizing it. Now, the instructor had an unobstructed view of Isabel's well-formed rear, covered only by a tight white pair of panties.

She took a deep breath. I’m the instructor of this class, and I need to act like it. But I can’t control everything I’m not directly involved in, a clever voice in her mind whispered.

Before returning to the front, she decided that, as long as nothing else happened, she would at least keep a memory of this moment. So she lingered behind the class, discreetly pulled out her iPhone, started the recording function, and pointed it at Isabel. In a loud voice, she instructed, "Okay, keep your eyes closed, push your hips back, and slowly raise your hands into a 90-degree angle."

Pleased, the instructor looked at her phone, perfectly capturing how Isabel stretched and tensed her plump rear, her panties inevitably riding up, exposing much of her cheeks. Satisfied, she stopped the recording before anyone noticed and walked away slowly.

As she passed Isabel, she glanced back, caught Mindy's eye, and gave her a knowing wink.