"Hey Ariel, I'll spot you through a whole routine if you want..."

“Well, I normally just use the machines, but I suppose doing free weights could be fun for a change of pace.”

Ariel started doing weights, and for most of the exercise you weren’t even spotting. You mostly act as a personal trainer; making sure that Ariel’s body is in the right position. Of course, that means that you’ve got your hands all over her. For the first few exercises, that mostly means having your hands on her shoulders or on her waist. The constant physical contact starts to wear away at both of your inhibitions though. Eventually, Ariel gets to an exercise that calls for your to stabilize her torso. Normally, you would have just put your hand on her shoulder, but today you decided to put your hand on her chest, stretching across her cleavage.

Neither of you said anything about it, and Ariel just started doing her set, but halfway through you were staring at your hand and you could tell she noticed. You were amazed at how firm her breasts seemed. Obviously, they were completely packed in to a hardworking sports bra, but still. After that it sort of seemed as though the damn had burst, and each new exercise provided you with the opportunity to extend your reach a little further.

One exercise where you would normally have put your hand on her waist you let yourself lightly grip her pelvic bones so that your fingers rested just above the waist of her shorts. Next you rested a hand right below one of her breasts and the other on her butt. By the time the exercises are over you’ve had your hands all over her body and have been slowly stretching the limits of you and Ariel’s relationship. She must be aware of it as well, but neither of you has said anything. You feel a tingle of anticipation, and you’re tempted to suggest that you both head to her house, but you decide that it would be more interesting if you stayed at the gym.