His Bed

Autumn paused at the entrance when she noticed his gaze and gulped. Yes, she knew that he'd already oredered work out clothes for her. A variety of them.. but they were... all too form fitting. She understood his reasoning that they needed to be that way, for optimal movement and performance, but still, she felt self-conscious.

His direct stare had her gulping and she raised the bag in her hand," I will change..."

He was pacified with her agreement and she quickly walked behind the screen and sighed. taking a moment to steady herself, her fingers trembling slightly as she opened the bag and got out of her comfortable clothes.

She pulled out the shorts first, which came to the midline of her thighs and clung like a second skin. And reminded herself that it was as good as a skirt.... in terms of length...