Marla in control-3

She turned around, seeing a gorgeous hunk of a lumberjack type man, with a gruff beard covering his chiseled jaw. She didn’t usually go for this type of guy, but there was something about him that made her insides melt. He wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his forearms looked like the tree trunks he was probably cutting down that morning. He introduced himself as Jake, asked her about the project she was working on and decided that the best bet would be to have her come back into the warehouse to look at the wood piles to figure out what she’d like best.

He led her to the back and proceeded to tell her all about the differences between oak, maple, pine, poplar, and ash. Marla easily decided that she’d go with maple, feeling nostalgia for the maple syrup farm in Northern New England that her mother had grown up on. Even though her mind was made, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, especially considering the remote had gotten bumped to the second setting as the warehouse door closed on her ass. Halfway through Jake’s presentation on ash, Marla knew she was on the verge and decided she’d make a move. As he finished up with something about the ash, Marla stepped towards him and asked if he had any other hardwood to show her. Jake started to discuss some special order options when Marla reached her hand down taking hold of the bulge in Jake’s tight jeans and coyly asked him “What about this wood?”