picking right up without missing a beat from the post called “Nature Knows best”… we’re moving right along. If you’ve not read the “Prologue” that started this off, you’re OK. But if you’ve not read the prior post to this story, you may be totally lost… maybe not. But enough chatter. Let’s dive right in.
Once settled in, Alex produced chilled water for her to sip, offered a chair, then started his perfectly magical plan. The classes he had taken in secret about massages was about to pay off. As she enjoyed the view, he placed his hands on her shoulders and started to work. While she initially protested, Evelyn only knew him to have rough hands that hurt instead of soothed, she quickly stopped herself as her brain digested the sensual touch she was getting from hands not known for their gentleness.
It became very clear and very evident to her that she was going to need to lay down. The massage was sending her places of ecstasy that she had not had since their early days of romance. He was hitting all her spots around her neck and mid back. He even caught parts of her yet undisclosed pleasure zones around her ribs. Who was this guy anyway and how could she keep him instead of the man she was used to?
Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, he instructed her to take off her t-shirt so he could wash it while she made herself comfortable on the bed in the back. Evelyn didn’t know what to say. How did he know she needed to lay down on a bed? How did he have a bed ready out in the middle of nowhere in this little cabin inside the rocks and trees?
There was a back? The place couldn’t be that big, could it? Heading around the counter, she saw a couch and a doorway that looked dark. As she approached, lights came on to reveal a bedroom. A small, fully furnished, cozy, lovely, and surprisingly cooler still bedroom with a very large low to the ground bed. Clearly the cabin had to built into the hillside to accommodate this much internal space. The lack of windows supported that theory.
Kicking off her sneakers, she just let herself slink into the bed and plop on her tummy. The bed was so super soft. Whatever that thread count was, these were premium sheets. The kind she only brought out for special anniversary moments. The days he happened to always forget and work instead of coming home early. But the bed was sinfully good to her skin as it molded itself and supported her. She could sleep here for days. And that massage, that massage was wonders on her back, but her legs needed some love too. That hike had totally spent her toned fit legs and made them feel like worn rubber bands.
Raising up her feet and crossing them at her ankles, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked about the room to see how personal it was. Who lived there? Who owned it? Whomever had this place was very much about privacy while enjoying his company. Not many people were that concerned about being exclusively remote to have fun. The place had a vibe of a king who need a quiet getaway to romance his queen.
Shallows of the Deep 