Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Ch. 8

He did in fact watch her surreptitiously from across the room, as her beautiful ass shimmied into the new panties. The way the sheer stockings stretched and accented her legs. The way the tennis outfit hugged her abdomen and slightly thrust out her breasts. It made her look years older, very grown up and very sexy.

She’s so beautiful. And so demure and cute!  I could touch her all day, just running my hands over her body. But I do have to be careful not to get too far ahead of myself here. She’s so intelligent. That will make things interesting.

Folding his paper, he left her breakfast on the table. He left the room, passed through the double doors, then to the basement room.

He returned with a large box on a handtruck, and after keying in the combo to the apartment he wheeled it in. He had already cut the packing straps and opened the tape so that he didn’t need to bring his razor knife into the play area. No need to leave one of those around by accident! He did bring some wrenches and sockets and a screwdriver, and planned to be very meticulous about those.

He went to work, unpacking the box behind the sofa that faced the TV. As he pulled the various black metal parts out of the box, he noticed Heather watching him. He continued on, referring to some instructions as he began bolting pieces together.

“What’s that, sir?” she asked. Absently her hand rose to her collar.

“This… is a treadmill. A very nice one. I want you to put 4 miles walking on it per day, to start. When the exercise bike comes in another few days, it’ll be 2 miles on the treadmill and 4 on the bike. They both connect to my network and will log all the stats, so you can chart your progress.”

“Oh.” She did not look at all enthusiastic.

“I know, boring right?  Don’t worry, I have some ideas on how to keep it interesting. You can watch TV, or put on music. If you can manage to read while working out, great. I never could.”

She gave him a sideways, doubtful look, before she plopped down to watch some TV. In less than an hour, he had the treadmill all put together and working. After testing it’s network connectivity, he entered in a program for her to follow.

“Ok, honey, come over here.”

Honey?  Oh, that’s me. She thought. With great reluctance and some trepidation, she came around to the machine.

“You know how to use one?” he asked.

“I’ve seen them, but I’ve never been on one,” she said, examining the contraption from every angle.

He showed her how to start it, pause it, and all the controls. Then he had her climb up. “Just hit start, and start walking. Keep up with it. When it speeds up, you do too. It will go up and down hills and everything.”

She hit the start button, and gave a startled yelp and a little smile as it kicked into motion. Soon she was keeping pace with the slow warm up. It felt very strange to her, like it might shoot her off any second.

He was enjoying watching her move. Soon, the machine started to pick up speed and incline, and already she was working hard keeping with it.

“Wow, I have to do this for how long?  Miles?”  She was used to walking lots of places but this seemed challenging.  Putting definite numbers to it made it seem daunting.

“It’s really easy, just follow the program. It’s good for you. I already did mine today. Maybe some days we can exercise together.”  She considered this, not quite sure that she could or would welcome his company.

“I’ll come back with dinner later.” He said.  

Before leaving, he went to her and paused the machine.  She looked at him, puzzled, and then he gathered her into an embrace.  She resisted him at first, her body going rigid. “I thought you did wonderfully well earlier. You’re a wonderful girl, and I’m glad you’re here.”   

Against her every intention, she found herself melting into him, letting his arms hold her in a way no one else had before.  She could smell his aftershave, and somehow she was hugging him back, just a little. He gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead, then gently swatted her butt.  

“Sorry to interrupt your stroll.  Carry on, hon,” he smiled warmly at her, then gathered up his tools and left.

Heather stood there for a minute, then two.  She was all jumbled up inside.  Suddenly a nice mindless walk on the treadmill was exactly what she needed.  Repetitive action and no thought.  

The machine hummed along, and she paged through channels until she found something to watch while she walked, but she would later have no recollection of what it was she had tuned in.

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In the upstairs kitchen, Oliver was cleaning up around the house while watching his little princess walk away the miles. She only stumbled and had to restart it one time. The sway of her hips and breasts was hypnotic. As the treadmill worked up to full speed, she began to jog, and for a few minutes it had her at a full out run. Her breasts were in full swing, her legs like a gazelle. The sweat was making her dress transparent so that he could make out her nipples clearly.

So beautiful. And smart. And strong. And wonderful! He thought. Just perfect.