Jon had found a new appreciation for women's athletic wear in those few steps towards the door. The soft fabric hugged him in a soft embrace, and they were quickly warming up from the body heat both he and his unknowing host produced. Sure, they all but blinded him to the outside world, only letting in a bit of light he could see through the panties, but the sensation of being touched so tightly by the fabric was well worth it. The woman only stopped one time on her walk as Jon felt himself tilt higher in the air, and he gathered she was putting on a pair of shoes. His hearing was muffled outside of the pants, but he certainly heard the sound of a door opening, closing, and locking. Jon felt movement, but in a way he couldn't categorize. The woman spread her legs, and he felt her lean to one side, then another. The slow pull on his muscles was addicting, and he enjoyed the stretching. He picked up the woman was warming up, and after she had performed (what he assumed) were a few more stretches, he felt his body fall a few inches before suddenly stopping as the woman walked down her steps.
And then she was off on her morning run. Jon was startled by how different it felt than walking, as the rhythmic bouncing kept him in almost constant motion. His body shook with each step, but still held by the underwear and the pants, and despite himself he felt himself zoning out. It was almost impossible to focus as he kept drifting away with the motions, letting the woman run him backwards around her workout. That reverie was interrupted as he realized that some discomforts were cropping up. The woman's panties were starting to ride up on him, and he suddenly felt them cutting in between his crack. Pressing up against his mouth, he started to get his first real taste of her sweat. It was salty and disgusting. Jon wanted to spit it out, but his control over his mouth was limited to the point of almost nonexistence. So he was stuck there, and as the woman continued to run he felt the sweat starting to pour out of his own skin as well. At least insofar as it could be considered his skin. His home inside the pants suddenly felt much more humid and much less hospitable as he focused and waited for the run to be over. That being said, by the time the woman stopped running he couldn't help but admit that he had, if only a little, gotten somewhat used to the smell and taste. It didn't mean he wasn't thankful when she got home and started to shower.
He had been hoping the woman would clean herself when she got in, and wasn't looking forward to stewing in her sweat as she ate breakfast. But he had gotten lucky when he suddenly heard the woman stepping through a doorway and start to undress. As the pants pulled away, sticking to his cheeks from the sweat, and the panties were dropped he could suddenly see clearly again. He would've blinked at the sudden bright light, but instead he just took a moment to adjust. He down at the white tiles below him, and around at the decorations of the bathroom. It seemed like a normal bathroom for a young woman, and the thought was accompanied by the tilting of his field of view as the woman leaned forward to turn on her shower. Jon realized he could see into the bathroom mirror, and as she stood up he saw her profile from behind. As a behind himself, there was probably not going to be a good chance to see her face, but the body seemed to be of a young woman with bright blonde hair. Sweat caked her hair to her neck, and she seemed as eager for the shower as her ass was. He felt the woman step into the shower, and felt the sensation of warm water start to flow over him.
