Adrian was conflicted. Still laying in bed at 7am instead of ready to be out the door obviously meant something was bothering him. Maybe bothering wasn't the right word. He couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. Sitting on the couch in his daughter's apartment. Just innocently watching the game. Then her head was in his lap. And his stupid body reacted. Responded. Against her soft, pretty face. He should have gotten up then and there. Or just shifted her a bit. Anything... instead of letting her roll into it. She had been asleep right? She didn't know what she was doing. But what if she did know? When she opened her eyes... the way she looked up at him...
He groaned and it echoed through his empty house. He picked up his phone, stared at it. Maybe he needed to go out. Get out there. Go on a date or two with real people rather than just hanging out at the gym with the other trainers or clients or Barret or his daughter. It took him a bit to refind the dating app. He opened it, grimacing as he thought back to all the trouble he had trying to send clever messages to so-called matches. The couple of women he did meet up with were nice enough but he didn't connect. But he could try again. Would he need to update his profile photos? He flicked over to them, unable to really judge if they were good, or even still an accurate representation of him. He got to his photo with Nora. It always made him smile. Her smile. Suddenly the idea of going out on dates was even less appealing and he closed the app.
He looked up at the ceiling. Stared at it. When he went back to his phone he brought up his camera roll. There was the picture he took of Nora on day one of their workouts. Standing there with her shoulders slumped and making a face at him, but a body on display in her tight fitting top and form fitting pants. That sports bra had its work cut out for it, he thought idly. The little bit of muffin top showing with her bare midriff reminded him of when he massaged that abdominal cramp out of her. Her skin was so soft and his fingers itched thinking about it. The thing stirred under his pajama pants. A notification popped up on his screen and he almost dropped the phone on his face. He panicked for a second, seeing it was a message from Nora. He felt silly for that spike of adrenaline and opened her text.
Nora: Ordered parts. Next day delivery. Check it!
And beneath that were a few links. When he pressed them a website with a list of computer part codes would appear along with the prices. He didn't know what any of it meant but was sure whatever had been ordered was required. One of the links was for a dual monitor setup and he grinned widely. He looked into the middle distance. Stared at it. Some simple arithmetic occured in his head and he frowned, confused at first. This wasn't going to cost him all that much at all, he realised. He smiled again and wrote a quick reply to his clever daughter.
Adrian: Thanks! Looks awesome! Pay you back! How's the ankle?
He watched his phone for a few seconds then saw her typing back.
Nora: Ankle is good. What time are you coming over?
He blinked at the message and saw the time. He didn't feel conflicted any more. Things were just normal again and yesterday was a bit of random whatever. He sent a final message before getting out of bed.
Adrian: Keep it iced. Heading over.
"How's that?" Adrian asked her, her leg on his thigh as he gently turned her foot one way. Nora chewed her lip as her ankle was tested then hissed when it hurt. Her father was quick to release her foot at the first sign of pain, but he nodded. "Not a bad sprain at all," he concluded. "Not much swelling. We're good to go."
"Finally," Nora said as they spread apart. The Seaburys had a yoga mat next to each other on the floor and though she wished his hands were still on her she had to get back into her exercising mindset. They did a lot of stretching and bending, limbering up with slow and patient methods.
For about 70% of the session Nora could just observe and mimic her father's positions. She silently cursed the bagginess of his shorts as she watched him turn over before quickly following his motions. She soon figured out that if she copied his pose almost correctly, maybe with her arm slightly too high or her leg not quite turned enough, he would move over and physically correct her. She would feel his hand on the bottom of her thigh as he lifted it into the proper angle for that stretch. His fingers would glide over her back and gently dip her lower. You should feel it deeply here. Yes? Feel it? Mmm. Yes.
His attentive attention was lovely, and the thought of her panties dampening from his touch had her smiling to herself.
"Alright let's work on flexibility," he said next, and as she watched him shuffle up to her on his knees she felt butterflies. "Lay back," he commanded. She laid back. Tried not to melt. He tapped her left thigh and simply said "up."
She lifted her leg straight up and he encouraged her to keep rotating until she couldn't move it further. Nora tried to keep her breath steady since right now she basically had her legs half open at her father's command. She felt the material of her tights stretch against her crotch and prayed it would hold the floodgates. He got into position then, moving to get behind her raised leg and putting a firm hand under her knee. He applied gentle pressure and got her to slowly increase the range of motion.
"Oh wow..." she breathed, feeling the stretch. She tried focusing on a faint smudge on her ceiling as her calf landed on her dad's shoulder while he continued to steadily push against her thigh. Her memory flashed back to her Miguel gym stretching fantasy. Her father was more or less in that exact same position now, his body right there against her. The only real difference, the important difference, was that they were both fully clothed. She could feel the heat of him hover over her crotch. He didn't just flop it out. He sweat.
"Is this okay?" he asked, looking down at her and she stared at him with wide eyes.
"Ya... " she responded, breathless, then he nodded and eased back. He let her leg down and the entire limb tingled. She was tingling in other places too and had to release a low moan. After a few seconds of letting her rest, Adrian picked up her other leg, careful with the ankle. He got her to do the same thing. Lift it up. Stretch it back as far as she could manage it herself. Then he pressed into her. Stretched it more. She sensed he was being gentler with this leg, due to her injury, but she felt fine. "You can go harder..." she told him quietly.
Adrian felt a flutter but just swallowed and did as suggested. He pressed down with more force, and in doing so eased another moan from her chest. Her father knew that it was just an involuntary utterance of relief, from feeling the stretch, but all of those sounds she kept making had not been easy to ignore. He felt a thrill roll down his back with every slithering gasp he pressed from his daughter. His mind kept going to yesterday. Try as he might, as intensely as he concentrated on his duties as an instructor, he was failing to prevent his swell. Fortunately he could mostly hide it by staying in a wider stance where the bagginess of his loose shorts could mask the erection. He could only manage it for so long. He was sweating.
He was sweating. Nora saw it bead on his forehead and had a sudden urge to lick it off his skin. She exhaled as her father finally eased back and her leg settled onto the mat. She stared at the ceiling and sensed him move away a bit. Absently she put a hand on her crotch, then quickly moved it off, pretending like she was maybe adjusting the material or something. God she wanted to touch herself. Her body had practically moved on its own. Her father didn't seem to notice.
"You're pretty flexible," he complimented her.
Then just bend me over daddy.
Nora gulped, the thought hot in her head and now her face was boiling. That sort of thing had never crossed her mind before and she sat up, almost afraid her father might have somehow heard her brain. "Couple more stretches and we'll be done," he told her, eyes flicking up to the clock then back to his daughter.
Fucking stretch me. Please.
"Okay!" Nora said, energetic and trying to drown out the intrusive voice. She tried singing in her head for the next few stretches, trying to match him perfectly so that her father would just stay over there. But apparently her plank position wasn't quite right and his warm palm brushed against her butt, wanting her to lower it (Spank me daddy!). She was trembling as she held the position, but that was just her working her core...
