Page 1 of Aching for the Lumbersnack
CHAPTER ONE
Banks
I stretchedmy arms above my head, my shoulders tense. They hurt all day, the ache deep in the muscle tissue. I tried to stretch it away, to ignore it and hoped it passed, but avoiding problems only hurt in the end. Here I was, next to my truck, after a long day of logging, my muscles aching something fierce.
It was time to do something. After a quick Google search, I called the local spa in town and booked an appointment with a massage therapist named Delilah, who specialized in sore muscles. She helped a lot of the mountain men in the surrounding area and after asking a few guys on the crew who confirmed it was true, I was dialing the number.
“Hey man, how was your day?” Percy, a fellow crew member, asked as he caught me on my way out to my truck. He’d stepped into more of a leadership role as of late, and I was happy for him. He was a good supervisor.
“Alright, been a bit sore these past few days. I’m headed to the spa for a massage. Might stop by my sister’s later and see if she made anything good for dinner.”
“Having a woman cook for you is great, isn’t it?” He smiled and his eyes lit up in a way they didn’t before. Not until he met his girl, Celeste. Now he walked around here like he was a happy-go-lucky son of a bitch, and I couldn’t be more excited for him. “Sorry to hear about the sore muscles. A massage should help. If it doesn’t, let me know. I can give you the name of my physical therapist.”
“Great, thanks.” I nodded goodbye before reaching my truck and climbing inside.
Ten minutes later, I pulled into the spa parking lot, eager for some relief on my sore muscles.
Lacey, the spa owner, greeted me as I walked inside, the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air. “Delilah will be right with you. You can have a seat and if you’d like, there are complimentary refreshments over on the side table.”
“Thanks.” I said as I waited, my eager excitement morphing into the jitters.
Before my thoughts could drift further, a petite yet curvy woman walked out from the back, her stunning hazel eyes melting me on the spot. Her light brown hair gathered at the base of her neck, a few tendrils falling out around her face.
Did I mention her curves?
My God, they looked utterly delicious, and I wanted to run my hands all over her, dig into her soft flesh and taste her skin. Tight leggings accentuated her womanly figure and a tight top showed off her ample chest I wanted to sink my face in between.
If she’s the one massaging me, I’m going to cum in my pants like a teenage boy.
Please don’t say my name. Please don’t…
“Banks?”
Instead of relief flowing out of me, panic grew stronger and nearly knocked me sideways.
I swallowed hard before standing and smiled at her with a small wave.
Her eyes widened and I could see her visibly swallow, her throat moving as I imagined the same type of panic growing inside her as it was me.
Who is she?
And why is she making me feel this way?
I followedher into the room while trying to keep from staring at her ass. But I failed. Miserably.
The sexual tension between us popped and sizzled as she closed the door behind me and gestured towards the chair in the corner of the small, cozy space. “Hi Banks, nice to meet you, I’m Delilah. Anything bothering you today? Specific areas you’d like me to work on?”
Her soft voice washed over me, like a soothing cream to a burn, and I could listen to it forever.
“Yeah, my shoulders and upper back muscles. I do a lot of heavy lifting at work and lately, they’ve been more sore than usual.” I answered.
She studied me with a curious expression, and I wanted to crack her open and dig inside to find out what she was like. “Do you work out?”
“I used to.” I grimaced and rubbed at my chin. “My new job keeps me pretty busy. I’m usually so tired after work. I fall asleep as soon as I settle in on the couch.”
She offered a nice smile. “Makes sense. We all work a bit too hard these days, don’t we? So, listen, I’m going to step out of the room for a few, grab a few things, and while I’m gone, I want you to strip down to just your underwear and lay down on the table,facing upwards. There’s a blanket you can use to cover your lap if you’d like.”
So many dirty scenarios ran through my mind, but I pushed them away and cleared my throat. “Okay, got it. Thanks.”
