On the Road: Lumberjacks

By C. L. Glass

Nicole continues building her career as a consultant in industrial engineering. On this project, she's working with a team of four burly lumberjacks deep in the piney woods. They show her how they cut down trees. Nicole returns the favor and shows them everything she knows about handling wood.

This erotic short story is 10,000 words long, and includes graphic descriptions of group sex between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. L. Glass
• Release date: Dec 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370969685

C. L. Glass

C. L. Glass writes and enjoys erotica from her home in Key West.

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On the Road: Lumberjacks

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On the Road: Lumberjacks

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Table of Contents

Oregon

Cut

Night

Home

Sneak Peek

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Not Quite Done

Oregon

That was really good, I say, curling up close to my husband under the covers.

Dean nods, not quite ready to speak yet. He’s still catching his breath.

I should go away more often if you’ll do that to me the night before every time, I say.

He kisses my shoulder and smiles.

I don’t want you to forget about me while you’re away.

I could never forget about you. I kiss him.

Tomorrow you’re going to be surrounded by big, burly lumberjacks.

I laugh.

I don’t think every project will go like the last one, I say.

Dean grins. He still likes me to tell him what happened on the oil rig. It turns him on so much to hear me describe being with another man. And if I’m with a bunch of other men at the same time, so much the better. For both of us. I know not every marriage could work like ours, but ours does work. It works so well that just the possibility of me in some sort of sexual adventure with a group of lumber workers has gotten Dean all hot and bothered.

Some projects, I say, will just be me in a room with computers and a technician. Industrial engineering is usually boring.

Come on, he says, getting up on one elbow to look down at me. You’re not hoping something will happen in a remote cabin in the Oregon woods?

I can’t stop a smile. He grins.

It’s not like I’m going to show up and they’re going to send me up into the mountains with a cutting team.

****

So, Ms. Van Dyne, we’re going to send you up into the mountains with a cutting team, Archibald Grunton says to me. I stare at him for so long, he asks me if I’m okay.

No. That’s fine, I say, recollecting my wits. So, what’s been happening?

This project with Mansteen Mills popped up on my screen as an e-mail just after I finished the oil rig job. The message had very few details, just a date and the location of the mill where I would meet Archie. Two hours driving from the Portland airport