No. You continue your workout.

Melanie unrolls her yoga mat. Today she is wearing full length grey yoga pants with a sort of mesh along the sides of the legs that allows a glimpse at the flesh below and a loose pink tanktop over a sports bra.

Looking at her as she sets things up you couldn't help but wonder if the makers of yoga pants knew what they did to the poor men who had to see them on women but then had to pretend not to be looking at them. God damn that was a nice ass!

"Okay Daddy. I think today we're going to work on your balance." Melanie begins.

"Not today sweetie." You reply, hoping 'sweetie' was an appropriate term between them. "I'm just going to push some weights today. These muscles don't build themselves you know."

She is disappointed, but understood. "Oh...okay. Well at least we can keep each other company then." She smiles.

You both press on with your respective workouts. Without a student slowing her down Melanie worked herself through a smooth flowing routine, one pose fluidly transitioning to the next. She was also able to do more advanced techniques. At one point she is holding a convoluted type of handstand and her tanktop falls down over her head. She continues holding the pose, allowing you to get a very nice view of her tight tummy and her thinly veiled well supported breasts under her bra.

For your part you are just going through a basic full body workout in no particular order. It was nice having access to a well stocked gym with nobody else clamoring for the different stations. Curls, tricep extensions, leg press, lat pull downs. During the leg curls you think you catch her checking you out, of course that only happened because you were trying to check her out.

From your point of view the whole session is filled with little looks, quick glances, and the like. If you were doing something that gave you a good look at the open floor area where she was set up you felt that she chose those moments to strike the most suggestive and revealing poses. If you were in a position where you couldn't see her very well, like on the leg curl machine, you felt that she chose positions where she could watch you do your thing. Never anything for sure though.

You decide to end the workout with some bench press. Not something you generally did without a spotter, but if you stayed well within your limits you should be fine. On your second set you are grunting through your last rep when suddenly you see a grey cameltoe appear right above your face, a leg to either side of your head. You feel the bar lighten a bit as Melanie begins to spot you.

"That's it Daddy! You can do it!"

You try to rerack the bar but she doesn't let you. "Come on. Three more! Three more!" She encourages.

You lay there, her warm sweaty snatch just inches from your face. You wanted to argue but it would just be faster to rep it out and get it over with. Your weary arms were not going to allow you to stop for a chat. You press out the first one.

"One! Oh your strong! Good, now back down. Nice and deep. Reeeaaal deep Daddy, oh yeah, that's good. Feel that stretch...ooo stretch it, yeah..." As the bar touches your chest she squats a bit lower to be ready for the press. Barely and inch from your face you could see almost every dip, fold, and mound of her cooch through the tight yoga pants. You could smell her! Sort of a metallic musky sweatiness.

"Now push. Press it, thrust it up. All the way!" Shakily you press to the top. She continues her encouragement. "That's it Daddy. Show it who's boss! Ohhh...Two! That's so good! You're sooo good. Look at those muscles, you're so big Daddy!"

"Mel!" You grunt, your arms quivering. "...I'm done..."

"No way! One more! Just give me one more, I want you to give it to me! Come on, you know you want to. You want it too so just give it to me. Don't hold back. Take it back down, all the way. Yeah...nice and deep, oh soooo deep, stretch it out...yeahhh...that's it Daddy, right there." You are really struggling now as you push the last rep up. Straining and groaning as you do. Melanie is doing her best to help you with the heavy weight, her legs tightening around your head and her puss getting dangerously close. "Come on. Do it Daddy, do it! Just a little bit more...almost there...just a bit more...ohhhhh....yeah that's it...come on...come on...yeeaaah...mmmmm...."

Clank!

The bar slams to rest on the supports. Melanie skips back a step with a big innocent smile. "Three! Yeah! Good job! I knew you could do it."

You sit up on the bench and turn to look at her incredulously. There is NO WAY that was just a normal spot, was there??? She looks at you happily and continues on like everything is normal.

She is smiling and bobbing her pretty head. "I can spot you for the rest. I'm pretty much done with my workout."

"Uh...no I think I'm done..."

"After just two sets? Your pecs need more than that." She tilts her head to the side inquisitively.

"Yeah, I'm done for today."

"Okay then, post workout smoothies!" She pauses, her eyes measuring your reaction. "Unless you want to do a warm down? I could give you a massage."

"No!" You blurt. "No...smoothies sound great."

"I'm so glad we're working out together now. It really means so much to me to have something to do with you. Just you and me." She bats her twinkling blue-green eyes.

"Melanie...I..." You are at a loss for words.

"This really means the world to me." She says with sweet honesty. "Now...let's go get some smoothies!"