Mech pilot (Closed for The_Weeping_Angel )

[JonathanBair]

Jon kept lifting with his legs as he looked over at her to talk " Oh I been up for a hour or so. I just was in my room reviewing info. This is just one mech unit, there is another assault mech unit on base. I get updates from all the different units in this sector. Sure I am the only scout pilot, there is also 4 assult mech pilots that have there own hanger." Jon shrugs and says "paper work is a bitch but bulk of my job." Jon did take in her workout outfit while trying not to be a perv about it... Jon asks "In a bit what do you say we do some lifting together. I could use a spotter for like the bench press if your ok with standing next to my head."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Sure,” Laurel said. “Commander.”

After a second she asked. “What’s breakfast usually like? Should I just eat a protein bar or is at least edible?”

Eventually she’d adjust to the food, but last night had been rough. Three trips to the toilet, and one of those she’d only had enough time to grab a towel.

She’d shaved last night in the shower so everything was fresh and clean, except for that patch of hair around her personal bits. She’d never liked the idea of shaving bald as a baby, it was just weird. So she had enough to show she was an adult, but not enough to be called overgrown.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon secures the leg lift equipment removing half the weight while saying " Most folks keep a 200 pound lift so we keep it as that for this." While holding the 100 pound plates in each hand and returns them to the rack. Jon then dose a quick glance to make sure the safety bar is in it secure placement to hold the platform up. After about a minute Jon says "Breakfast for the ranks, low Co's and NCO's like you is the basic military food... Dryed out eggs into powder then added milk to make scrambled eggs or omelets. Normally some meat like bacon or ham with yogurt. I could eat with the higher up where they get fresh eggs but most days I eat with the rank unless there is a *air quotes* grub meeting *air quotes* . Jon say asks "If you can hold a 100 pound plate want to grab one and a 50 pound plate put them on the left side of the bar?" Jon grabs a matching pair for the right side of the bar. Jon asks "Have you spotted for a bench press and military squats?"

Jon is ready to load the left side up also before laying on the bench to lift the 345 pounds.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I can’t spot for 350 pounds, sir.” She said as she got the hundred pound plate on the bar with a struggle. Though the fifty was easier she got it on the bar and locked it in place. “You might want to wait until a Marine gets here.”

From her expression she wasn’t joking. She was only a buck ten and would get crushed by the weight he was planning on lifting.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon lays on his back and says in a soft tone "Get in place, if I get hurt I need you to mostly guide so you should not really be lifting. And for the record this should not hurt me like pulling my shoulder out... If you are comfortable with being there to help guide the bar in its place and the bar is only 45 pounds it self not 50 pounds if I remember right. If you are willing to try it." Jon flashes a playful smile for a sec. Jon then says if you really are uncomfortable with spotting for me, I will spot for you and I will wait till someone comes in here."

Jon hopes that she willing to try and guide the bar with out needing to really lift it.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“345 or 350, is more than I can safely spot for. And I’d rather you didn’t die on the first day. Why do you have so much weight anyways?” She asked. “It’s not like we have anything we light that weighs that much that we don’t use a lift or crane for anyways.”

Her t-shirt was starting to stick to her stomach and she was considering cutting one short just so it wouldn’t do that. Maybe tomorrow, the thought as she peeled it from her skin a second time.

“It’s safer if we reset the weights for me, and wait for a Marine to spot for you.”​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon said "very well, how much do you lift. Lets get this set up for you. I can wait to lift for others to come in. And as for why I lift so much. Well I know my job is not ground combat, but if I am outside the wire and things go south. If I lose my mech.. I need to know I will be in physical shape to handle a human. With that weight I can carry someone if I need to."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“If you need to carry a 350 pound human.. they need a diet,” Laurel commented with a grin. “I normally top out at 100. So I can handle the bigger parts by myself if need be.”

“At least until we get into crane work.” She added as she started changing weights. Once completed she lay on the bench and wrapped her fingers around the bar.

Looking up she realized just how close his anatomy would be to her face. Back in boot another female would spot her. To late to change her mind the thought as she started.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles and says "I got you, you can do this... And I see it as a male would be 180 to 200 pounds. If it is a grunt, they would have armor odds so add 100 pounds or so. The extra 45 pounds would be a bag".... Jon did his best not to check out the woman he is spotting but dang having to look at her sure makes it hard. After all she is a looker tho he knows she would have his hide if he made a comment about her looks tho he was way past wanting a relationship to make his life messy .... Despite how much Jon did not want to notice her looks, his lower head had other idea and it was starting to get big. A 3 inch thick about 7 inch long that is coming to life.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

After a few reps Laurel happened to look up and notice the expanding soldier in the Officer’s shorts. He might not be in a relationship but he wasn’t dead. Not that she wanted something to happen with someone as old as he was.

Closing her eyes she continued her reps, though she could feel the fabric of her t-shirt rubbing across her nipples making them hard against her will. At ten reps she took a rest for a minute, and then did another ten reps.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon could see she was getting hard nipples.. Jon smiled " Come on girl, push threw this set. Show me that spunk you got... Dig down in that fire" Jon says as motivation to keep her going. Her arms looking secure as she sets the new set..." Jon wanted to show he was going to try and focus on the task of her lifting rather then letting his lower mind take over, he was glad she did not go off on him for getting hard.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

At the seventh lift of her second set her arms started to shake but she pushed through the eighth before setting the bar on the hooks. She could feel the ache in her arms and she’d probably be sore until tomorrow.

Sitting up she side eyed his soldier for a brief glimpse before drinking some water. “That’s it for my arms.”​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles and asks "Want to spot me lifting this? If your arms are up for it that is... After the work out want me to give you a rub down?"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’ll spot you, but no rub downs.” Laurel said giving him the ‘you’re being a creeper look’. “As long as you don’t add any weight I should be good.”​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon says "Ok I can work with what is on the bar. Lets swap."

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Getting up from the bench she replaced him at the head of the bench and she thought about cutting her shirt again, but if she did that then he’d be able to look up and see the skin of her tits. Did she want that?

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon lays on his back and had to slide his head to the end of the bench to get the bar to line up.. He looks up at her and says "Let me know when you get into place." Jon smiles looking up at her as he waits....

Jon tries not to think about how close his head will be to her thighs...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’m good,” she said looking at him. Her fingers lightly touching the bottom of the bar.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon closed his eyes for a sec and let a exhale out of his mouth as he seen her get in place. Jon was glad she kept some space from his head. Jon opened his eyes and says "Ok lets do this..." Jon starts to lift the bar, and it is way lighter then what he normally lifted.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Thinking as she spotted him Laurel wondered what he’d do if she got closer to the bench? Shifting her feet as the bar climbed and lowered she had a dozen thoughts running through her head, including what the ambient temperature of the cockpit was during operational maneuvers? What was the safety margin on the heat sinks? Did he have a couple extra? Did he have any? She’d have to go over the schematics again and check.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon starts lifting the bar pumping it up and down real easy being so light.. As Jon dose the lifts he can not help but to think this is about how much she weighs. With the gap from her body and his head at the end of the bench he is glad for that as it helps him fight with his lower head to try and get it to clam down tho part of his mind wishes she was standing close.

Jons eyes shoots to her hips and upper thighs as she adjusts her self as he lifts.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Even though she was paying attention to the weight bar, Laurel was thinking about mech specs. Occasionally pulling her t-shirt away from her sweat sticky body and, if he was looking upwards at the right time, giving him a rather nice view.

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon says "Remember for your back, your elbow should stay to the side of your body... If you need to get closer do so....." Jons words was really for her well being, but he would have a unexpected perk of a better view under her shirt. He was trying to get his hard shaft to go soft, but the peak up her shirt did not help him getting soft any...

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“I’m not an idiot,” Laurel commented. “I’ve done this before.”

Looking across his body she could see the outline of his thick shaft. Did it get bigger? She wondered. Maybe tomorrow she’d wear a bikini top. That way she wouldn’t have to cut any clothes.​

 

[JonathanBair]

Jon smiles and says "Just trying to make sure your in the right stance, I realize you are no idiot.'

About 10 seconds later, Jon finishes his first set.. Jon says "I am sorry this is to light for me, lets focus on you getting your lifting in... Lets move to the Military press with the bar on your shoulders and I will spot you from behind.."