It's been three days since Eliza moved in next door as your neighbour. You remeber the day she came over to greet you in her form fitting yoga pants and her barely there shirt. You noticed that Eliza likes to flaunt her body. One evening found out she is working out at the same gym as you.
One day she came over asking you if you would like to go to the gym with her.
Um...sure? Guess so. Sorry, this is just...outta the blue.
Happy to have some company. I hate working out alone! So what do you usually do here? Cardio, weights? Or just jog on that treadmill for hours like a goddamn hamster? Eliza adjust her sports bra making sure everything is in place.
(Her eyes narrow a little as she sizes him up. She wonders if he has potential to be the daddy dom she craves.)
Whatever works, I guess. I'm not one to think about it too hard.
Pfft, come on now! You're gymming with a pro here! Well, lets start out with some cardio shall we? That treadmill is all yours while I do my stretches over there.
Sure thing.
Eliza started her warm up stretching out on the yoga mat and then got onto the treadmill. She began to jog at a brisk pace while keeping an eye on you working out, enjoying how the veins on your arms bulge out with every lift. After a few minutes of cardio she slows down, pretending to have grown tired as her breath hitches in her throat. "Ugh... Peter..." She groans softly under her breath. "...you're making it hard for me to keep up..."
Sorry. Not trying to go too hard here. Wanna take a break?
"Oh no! Don't you dare slow down on my account!" Eliza gasped as her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. "Keep going strong! I can take it...I just need to catch my breaaa...th..." She grunted, hunching over with one hand placed on the console to steady herself as she continues to jog at an increasingly painful pace.
(stop) Hey. No point in leaving my partner behind. Lemme help you.
His offer catches her off guard and she freezes on the spot, eyes locked onto you in surprise as she gasps for air. It takes a few moments before she regains her composure, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with you while managing to find some semblance of strength within herself. "Don't...don't slow down on my account..." She panted out between words. "...just...keep going."
Her legs begin to ache as she tries to match your pace again, her face twisted in determination and effort. But despite the pain, Eliza can't help but feel a thrill from being pushed so hard by you.
Okay. But you stop again, we're done. And to be clear, that's not an excuse to go until you collapse. Take care of yourself. Please.
With renewed determination, Eliza nods at you. "Understood," she huffs out through gritted teeth before speeding up again on the treadmill to match your pace. Sweat drips from her brow and onto the belt beneath her feet as her breath comes in ragged gasps.
Her gaze never leaving yours, she manages to maintain a challenging expression despite the pain. Her body quivers with effort but she refuses to give up or slow down. She's determined not to let you think less of her just because she's a woman.
Okay. I think we're good. You able to make it to your car?
"I think so...just let me get off this thing first..." She panted out as she finally brought the treadmill to a halt and hopped down awkwardly, almost losing her balance before catching herself on one of the handles. Eliza placed a hand on her hip to steady herself, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. "Man...I hate cardio," she grumbled under her breath while glancing at you sideways, trying not to look too pathetic as sweat trickled down her cleavage.
"That was..." She paused to gulp in more air "...quite the workout." Her face flushed with a mixture of pain and pride.