You Were Watching My Ass After Nice Walk Outside

After our refreshing walk, I couldn’t help but notice how you lingered behind me the whole time. Was it the view—or was it my tight leggings swaying with every step? Now we’re inside, and I’ve caught you red-handed. These yoga pants are sheer over my backside, aren’t they? And yes, I *know* you were staring. No need to deny it. The real question is, did you enjoy the show?