Dusty
AFTER DINNER, AFTER my aunt and uncle retire to their own cabin, I set up the massage table in Ruby’s room. This is probably a mistake. I should not be touching a guest. Yeah, I’m a professional, but I don’t have professional feelings toward Ms. Ruby Grant, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to convince either of us otherwise.
At the very least, I should have set up the massage in an empty guest room. But I wanted her to be able to relax right away in the room and bathroom she’s already settled in.
I can do this. I might be horny as fuck, but I’m a man, not an animal.
Most of the time.
I set up the tray with the oils and turn on the soft spa music. The quiet snick of the bathroom door lets me know she’s come out. I take a deep breath and turn.
Fuck me, she’s beautiful.
She’s got her face clean of makeup and her hair in some messy kind of bun, and she’s wrapped in one of the soft white robes we ordered for the guests. She shouldn’t be so striking, but I feel like a dagger of lightning just wracked my body and the jolts are still zapping in my pants.
“Are you ready?” I ask, praying she’ll change her mind and hoping to God she won’t. I want to get my hands on that milky skin. I’m itching to glide my fingers around her curves. She’s got so many sweet ones.
She nods nervously. “I’ve only had one other massage before. It was...not like this.”
Her nerves steady mine. I feel useful when I can soothe her. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, you just let me know. The object here is for you to relax.”
“Right.” She nods briskly in the direction of the table. “I’ll just go get on that then.”
“There’s a towel you can wrap around yourself loosely. I can move it as I get to other parts of your body.” I turn for her privacy. “Lie on your stomach and let me know when you’re ready.”
The sound of her robe hitting the bed sends me a mental picture I’d give anything to see in real time. I wonder if she left her panties on—I gave her the option to wear them or not, whichever made her more comfortable. “I’m ready.”
I take another deep breath and turn back to her. Holy shit. This is torture and bliss at the same time. She’s laid out like she’s on an all-you-can-eat buffet table. And I’m a man with a hearty appetite.
She shivers, trembling softly. “Are you cold, sweetness?”
“A little.”
I pour some oil into my hands and rub my palms together. “The oil is warm. We’ll get you comfortable in no time. I’m just going to drizzle a bit on your back, okay?”
“Okay.”
I start with her shoulders, using my palms to work in the lavender oil and loosen the tense muscles around her neck. It’s been a while since I’ve given a massage, but I find a rhythm that gently works her back and shoulders like waves lapping against the shore. I like this communion with another person. I like feeling the tension leave her body.
I wouldn’t want to do it all the time, but I sure as hell want to keep going.
She’s breathing deeper now. More relaxed. My hands are slowly working around her ribcage, closer and closer to her naked breasts, my fingers caressing the soft flesh on the sides.
This is dangerously close to crossing the line, but my cock is so hard I’m ready to explode. Her body is soft and sweet. She’s got just the right amount of cushion for a man. I want to roll her over and show her how long and hard this cowboy can ride.
“Tell me about the ranch. Wait...is it okay to talk?”
“That’s completely up to you. Most people prefer a little small talk, but remain mostly quiet. Some people don’t talk at all. Some yak a fella’s ear off.”
“I hate small talk.” She sighs. “But I am really interested in your plans. Charlotte says you’re working on the chuck house and saloon right now.”
This is good. Talking. It’s helping me stay distracted from the things I really want to do to her body.
“Yeah, eventually, I want to be able to have about fifty guests at a time. We’ll serve three squares in the chuck house, and have events like dances in the saloon. Those cabins will all be outfitted with fireplaces and quality amenities. And we have ten rooms here in the main house.”
I get to a decent-sized knot in her back and work it with more pressure until she groans happily. “That feels better already. So where does all the horseback riding take place?”
“We ride in the surrounding Buckhorn National Forest. It’s pretty spectacular. You ride?”
“Horses? No.”
My hand stills. Fuck. So much for distracting me away from thoughts of sex.
“I used to ride quads with my dad and brothers in Ohio.”
Right. Quads. “Ohio is where you grew up?”
“Yeah. I lived there until I moved to Los Angeles.”
Eventually I start moving down, stopping every now and then to readjust the towel so that it covers less and less of her body.
“That feels really good. What you’re doing.” She moans again, and I feel the precum leaking from my dick. I want to hear that sound again, only I want to be balls-deep in her when she makes it.
“You have magic hands, Dusty.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of anything at all to distract me from the feel of her flesh under my hands. The sound of her pleasure. The scent of her mixed with the oil.
Does she know how much I want her? Does she want me back? Is that what this is? Her request for a massage. The comments. Or is she innocent? Just telling me I’m doing a good job. Just trying to make the best of her vacation gone awry.
I’m probably going to die of blue balls, but the right thing to do is stay professional.
“Tell me more about yourself, Ruby.” Maybe she’s a horrible person, and the more I get to know her, her terrible qualities will shine through. Maybe then I’ll forget all about her silky skin and tender thighs.
“There’s not much to tell. I’m not like you, working hard on my dream.” She pauses. “Sometimes, I feel like I don’t even have a dream anymore.”
My hands still on her skin. “What’s your dream, sweetheart?”
“I used to want to be a famous actress. But I’ve been in LA for a long time, and other than a few commercials, I’m just...surviving, I guess. I can’t even say I’m still trying, really.”
I resume my massage, determined to help her feel better. “Maybe your dream has changed. There’s nothing wrong with that. I went away to college to get away from ranching, and look where I ended back up.”
“LA sort of takes it out of you. I just sort of...stopped wishing.”
“That’s the saddest thing I’ve heard, Ruby. You just need to find your next wish is all. Maybe a week here in the mountains will help.”
“Maybe.”
She starts shifting, so I pull my hands back so she can get comfortable, only she rolls all the way onto her back.
“Is it time to do my front?”