She was wearing an oversized tee, and not much else from what I could see. When I was perched up on the machine and she leaned in to adjust the speed setting, I had a nice view right down her open neck. Jenny had small breasts, no bigger than a ‘B’ I’d guess, but nice for her lean figure. Her nipples were very responsive and I often found them erect when she came into the house. The cool air indoors, compared to the hot Texas sun, usually elicited the nice reaction.
She looked up and caught me peeking. “Shame on you. You haven’t earned that yet,” she teased me, standing back upright, and pulling her shirt back.
I worked up a good sweat, burning around 300 calories according to the readout. I heard the kitchen alarm go off, as I finished the cool-down session. Jenny waltzed back in, her hair wet, wearing the tights she trained people in.
“Great! 310 calories is a great start, and getting that in before breakfast is even better. Now hit the shower and I’ll have breakfast ready for you.”
I took a quick shower, threw on jeans and a polo-shirt, and headed out to the kitchen.
“Ok. Here’s a breakfast shake. These Tupperware containers have your meals and when you’re supposed to eat them,” she announced, pointing to a stack of containers. “My last appointments are at 4:00 and 6:00 today, so I can train you at 5:00 or at 7:00, just let me know when you can make it. I’ll check my schedule for Wednesday and Friday when I get in.”
I drank the shake, listening.
“Here are some supplements to take.” Again she pointed to a pillbox split into days of the week, with several openings for each day. She pulled out a strip, and I saw it was actually seven different containers, one for each day, each one split into 4 parts. “Take the first ones now. The next ones just before lunch, and the third before your afternoon meal.” She dropped the strip of pills into a bag which contained the soft sided cooler with my Tupperware containers.
“Remember, only water, and drink lots of it. And I’ll be asking you how you did today.” She smiled. “Do a good job and you might get a reward.”
“A bonus?” I laughed.
“Maybe, we’ll see.”
* * *
I arrived at the gym at 5:00 pm.
“I told Rob that I wanted to train you, and that you were family. Instead of the usual $50 a class he’ll settle for $50 a week, but I won’t get paid for it and won’t get credit.” She told me as she gave me a quick tour of the facilities. “Is that Ok?” she asked, “$50 a week?”
“That’s fine,” I told her, “but I won’t be able to keep it up long.”
“That’s not what it sounds like to me, late at night,” she teased.
She’d never even really hinted at sex around me before, and I didn’t even realize at first that she was making a joke. “Like what you hear?” I whispered to her.
“Maybe,” she answered softly.
In the gym she took my measurements as they did with all clients.
“73 inches, 222 pounds, 18% body fat. That’s not bad.” She told me.
Jenny took me through the paces, as she would with any client, and tested my strength on a variety of devices so they could determine my starting point for my program. At the end of the hour I was pretty tired, but not overly so.
“That was pretty easy, a testing day. Wednesday, come in at the same time and we’ll put you through the wringer.” She told me on the way out, as she got ready for her last client. “You been good today?”
“Perfect on the diet,” I told her honestly.
“I’ll be home around 7:30 and I’ll make dinner. Wait for me.”
“Of course.” I smiled.
* * *
Dinner was chicken breast and salsa, and I had a supplement/protein cocktail just before I went to bed. Jenny insisted I go to bed early, that I needed at least 8 hours recovery sleep each night, even though I usually got by on 6 or 7 hours.
I was turning off the lights downstairs, and she was walking by the second floor banister which had a view down into the two-story family room.
“You were perfect on the diet today. I’m proud of you, stick to it.” She told me leaning over the railing.
“Thanks. I’m going to try to be good,” I told her looking up.
“I promised you a reward didn’t I?”
“You said I might get one,” I answered.
“Just a second.” She turned her back to me. Then she pulled her top off, and she was naked from the waist up. “Good night, sweet dreams,” she announced, as she walked to her room, giving me a few seconds view of her naked torso from the side.
I was going to get blisters on my palms at this rate.
* * *
Tuesday through Thursday she woke me each morning, but she refrained from tearing off the covers any more. She woke me at different times, between 5:00 and 7:00 depending on when her first client was. Wednesday we had a fully body workout that just wore me out, leaving me very sore on Thursday morning.
When I complained about the soreness, she just laughed. “You’ll be even more sore tomorrow.”
I started slowly on the elliptical that morning because of the soreness. She walked by and frowned at me.
“You’ve got to do better than that.”
“I’m just warming up.” I told her, a little crossly.
She walked up and looked at the level setting, four. She pressed reset, set the level to five, and pressed thirty minutes. “Burn 400 calories, and you’ll get a very nice reward.”
I worked the hardest I had so far, doing two minute intervals of all out effort, followed by about two minutes of medium intensity. I hit 400 calories with over two minutes to go.
She walked in on me just before the end. She was wearing only her underwear, a light colored bra, and an off-white thong. She looked at the display. “Very good, I knew you would do it. Now hop in the shower, but don’t get dressed after. Call me when you’re dried off.” She headed back to the kitchen.
I called her a few minutes later. I was dressed only in a towel, and my imagination had gotten the better of me, I was sporting a full erection, creating a very noticeable tent in the towel.
“Naughty boy.” She laughed, looking at my tenting towel. “Now drink this shake and lay down.”
I drank my breakfast and lay back on the bed, my cock standing up in the towel like a snow-covered volcano.