8 - His Home Gym #2
“Okay, so you’re just looking to tone yourself up rather than make any drastic changes.”
“Yeah, I’m not training for the Olympics or anything,” I said, and we laughed together.
“Okay, well, that should be fine then. Why don’t we head outside, and I’ll show you some of the equipment? Then we’ll walk through some of the exercises together,” he said.
We rose and walked through the house. I noticed that there was a stairwell leading down to the basement. I recalled Jenny suggesting that I ask him about his private sessions. I had no idea what that might entail, though, and I was far too shy to ask at this moment.
We went into his garden, which was large and square, and filled with all kinds of exercise equipment. It looked as though he had raided a gym. The air was balmy. He opened a chest and pulled out an exercise mat, which he placed upon the ground.
“What we’re going to try first is a few stretches to limber you up, okay?” he said.
I walked onto the mat and followed his directions.
I was a little unsteady at first and almost lost my balance, but he caught me.
A thrill passed through me when I felt his hands upon me.
It had been so long since a man had touched me that the reaction within was immediate and instinctive.
Lee and I had only recently divorced, but there had been a lack of physical satisfaction for a long time, at least for me.
He had his young companion to satisfy his needs.
I put him out of my mind though as Jason wanted to test my flexibility.
He made me put one leg in front of the other and then arched my back.
My neck followed, and I looked up at the sky.
I let out a small whimper as I strained myself.
I could feel myself shaking, my body not used to holding myself in this position.
“You’re doing great,” he said as he placed his hand along my back to support me. He craned over me, as well, his face filling his vision. I immediately stopped shaking, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
He slowly helped me get upright, and I smiled bashfully, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. I hadn’t even started properly exercising yet and my heart was already pounding.
“So, since you’re trying to become generally fitter, I think the best thing for you is an all-around workout.
Once we’ve done that for a while, then we can perhaps move you on to some light weights to help tone certain areas of the body that you want to target, but we’ll start with something that works all the major areas and see how your body responds,” he said, leading me to a rowing machine.
He asked me if had ever used one of these before.
I shook my head. It felt as though I was young again, having to learn so much about a new world.
“It’s pretty easy to use. I’ll start you on an easy setting, but we can increase the resistance as you get stronger.
This will work out your entire body, as well as providing you with good cardio.
Once you feel comfortable exercising by yourself, then it might be worth investing in one, as well.
They can be pretty expensive, but they’re definitely worth it.
Sometimes, I think the more you spend on something, the more you’re likely to use it.
” He smiled warmly, and I returned the gesture, even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to invest heavily in this yet.
“Although I obviously don’t know if you even have room for something like this, or if your husband will approve.”
“I don’t have a husband,” I said as I settled into the small seat. The words still weighed like stones in my throat. “I’ve been divorced.”
“I’m sure you’re better off,” he said, flashing me that winning smile again.
There was something about him that immediately put me at ease.
I guess, like a doctor, it helped him to have a good manner, and I imagined that all his clients felt the same way.
Even so, being with him made me feel special.
He had this way of looking at me that made me feel as though I was the only person in the world.
I wasn’t sure I had ever been made to feel that way before.
Even with Lee, there had been other distractions, other things drawing his attention away from me, but Jason was fully attentive.
I wish I had been able to keep my composure for longer, but rowing took it out of me.
He told me that it wasn’t going to be that difficult, and when he described the motions, it seemed quite simple.
Of course, it wasn’t. After a few strokes, I could feel my body screaming out in shock, as if to say that it was being tortured, and I was the one to blame.
I felt the aches running all up my legs and down my arms, while the core of my body was taut and tense.
Sweat popped on my head and ran down the sides of my face, while my clothes felt like a prison.
I could feel them clinging to me, and I wanted to peel them away, even though it would have left me naked.
Jason was beside me, constantly offering me encouragement.
His words were lost in the background of the faded world, though, amid the chaos of my mind.
My breath was jagged, and every time I exhaled, it felt as though the entire world rolled around me.
I gasped and whimpered. I had never before felt so weak.
I would have given up long before this had Jason not been there.
His presence and voice was reassuring. I kept going long after I had reached my breaking point, and that was a miracle in and of itself.
He counted down. I could feel the burning inside me. I screamed to push myself forward because everything inside was telling me to give up, but I didn’t want to give up. I wanted to make him proud.
Then it was over. My arms and legs were like jelly. I gasped, slumping back, my chest heaving. I looked at him as he handed me a towel.
“You did amazing, Holly. That was really great. You were incredible,” he said.
I smiled, so starved of kindness that his compliments made my heart swell.
I dabbed the towel across my face and chest before struggling to get back to my feet.
He reached out a hand and helped me up. I almost lost my footing and had to drape my arm across his shoulder, feeling bad that he had to have this sweaty arm of an out of shape woman touching him, but he didn’t seem to mind.
He helped me get back inside and poured me some water before offering me some fruit.
I was so hungry that I wolfed down the banana.
“So, I think it’s safe to say that was a really great workout, but it doesn’t end there.
You need to have an aftercare routine, as well, so that your body can get used to this.
When you get home, I want you to run yourself a nice bath and just relax.
Your muscles are going to be sore, so take care of them.
We don’t want to overdo it, either. Take a couple of days’ rest, and then come back here at the same time, and we’ll have the second session,” he said.
I nodded and did as I was told. I returned home and was glad to peel off my clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket.
I fixed myself some dinner and kept stretching out my arms and legs, hoping that they wouldn’t tighten up, as Jason had warned.
I ran myself a steaming hot bath afterward with froths of bubbles that swelled and threatened to pop.
A fresh, aromatic scent filled the air, and when I closed the door, I could lose myself into a world of steam and warmth.
I lit a couple of candles and turned off the bright electric light, realizing that it had been a long time since I had pampered myself like this.
As I slipped under the surface of the water, I let out a happy sigh, and my muscles certainly were relaxed.
I wiggled my toes and ran my hands up and down my body, spreading the warmth around me.
I lay back and surrendered to the pleasure of the water.
As I did this, my thoughts wandered, and they all headed in one direction—to Jason.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hands had felt upon me and what wonders the rest of his body contained under his tight clothes.
I felt a thrill. Pleasure danced through me, and a smile appeared on my face as my hand slithered under the water like a serpent, ready to strike.
I then gasped and murmured with delight as I toyed with myself, finally having a worthy fantasy to take hold of my mind.
***
For the next few weeks, I saw Jason every other day, pushing myself harder and harder.
They became a vital part of my routine. I liked to doll myself up for him.
It might have been silly because I was sure that he must have had so many women hanging on to his every word, but it was nice to have someone to make myself pretty for.
I started getting changed into my training clothes at his, and there was something exciting about leaving my dress draped over his chair.
There was nothing illicit going on—he was far too professional for that—it was just nice for me to have a little burst of excitement in my life.
My body was thanking me, too. It was difficult to see the results at first, but Jason told me that too many people expected results too quickly.
I could definitely feel the results before I could see them.
I was breathing easier, I had more energy, and my mood had improved, as well.
He suggested that I take photos every week to track my progress, and when I looked at them, I did see some change.
My stomach was tighter, my thighs trimmer, and I swear my boobs were more perky.
One evening, after we had finished, he offered me some food, and I sat down on his couch.
“I really am glad that I came here. You’ve worked miracles with me,” I said.