After We Work Out

Jennifer Ann stands beside a wrought-iron daybed in a sun-filled Mediterranean room, dressed in a matching grey marl sports bra and leggings that cling to her toned, athletic figure. Her honey-blonde hair is cut in a textured bob that grazes her jawline, giving her a fresh, modern edge, and her green eyes are framed by a soft smoky shadow. Tall arched French doors open behind her, their white frames set against mustard-yellow walls, and cream cushions are stacked on the daybed. A white lantern sits on the tiled floor, and the whole room glows with warm, lazy afternoon light. Jennifer rests one hand on the iron scrollwork, her lean midriff on display between the cropped bra and the high-waisted leggings, looking like the most beautiful cool-down stretch imaginable.

The grey leggings slide down over her hips and Jennifer glances over her shoulder, the grey top now a camisole gathered at her waist, a tiny black thong the only thing between her and the warm air. The view from behind is arresting: her round, tanned bum framed by the lowered leggings and the ornate ironwork of the bed. She climbs onto the cushions, topless, kneeling with one arm draped over the scrolled headboard, the side profile of her firm breast and the small star tattoos on her hip catching the golden light. By the final frames Jennifer reclines across the daybed, completely bare, one hand in her tousled blonde hair, her toned body stretched long against the white cushions. After we work out has never looked so inviting.