The NFL Player and His Athletics Therapist

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Name: Annabelle Ford
Age: 25
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Annabelle was an Athletics Therapist for a high up National Football League Team. She enjoyed her job. She got to help the players carrying on playing the game they loved. It didn’t hurt that most of them were very attractive. Of course nothing had ever happened between her and a play she was very professional. Recently she had been getting very close to one player who was in a broken and loveless marriage with a goldigga. To make it worse for the man he wasn’t coming to see Annabelle for prevention from injuries, he was quite badly injured so spent a lot a time at her office. He was going to take a while to recover but she would get him there.

She finished working on one of his fellow players and washed her hands. “Take things easy but use those muscles don’t hold them stiff. I will see you next week.” She said to the player. She looked at her diary seeing her favourite player was coming next. She enjoyed his visits. They got on very well and talked about lots of things that he probably didn’t even tell his best friend or wife. She sat at her desk looking at the log from his last session so she would know what he needed next and what to check for this time when she observed his moments. She sipped on her bottle of water just thinking of the guy who she had a little crush on but would never act on because he was player and married.
 
Lance was a 250 lb 6'3 tight end. He was big, but lean, making him quick and powerful, exactly what a tight end needed to be

But he was sidelined. He had a nagging foot injury, which had made him limp and compensate as he moved. This the made problems for his knee, and now his hip

But this injury, had been a painful nightmare. Now his botchy wife constantly complained about her money ( which was his money of course) but his pay was smaller when he didn't start and he had apparently married one hell of a gold digger!

But the he had met Annabelle. She was kind and soothing and beautiful. Right now he felt like she was probably his closest friend. No player ever liked talking injuries. They feel like it's bad luck. And of course they all had tons to say about their wives, but the kept that out of the locker room

So now he found himself knocking on her door. He had the last session of the day. Which was how he liked it. They often stayed together Kong after the appointment should end and she put extra work into the muscles and ligaments of his right leg and her soothing nature made that nights inevitable fight with his wife almost bearable

He knocked and opened the door

"Annabelle?" He asked as he stuck his head in, spitting her at the desk in a delightful top that had a neckline he immediately, and almost shamelessly appreciated.
 
“Hi Lance how are you?” Annabelle said running her hand through her hair looking at Lance. She smiled at him. She tied her hair up into a ponytail. “Has your pain got any better or worse since I last saw you?” She asked. She got out of her seat moving over to the therapy bed. She put a new sheet down. “Lay down.” She said with her sweet voice.
 
Lance smiled as her wavy golden locks shifted back over her shoulders and she wrestled them into a pony tail.

"A little worse. The pain has moved up for my knee and now my hip is getting tense on that side. I swear I'm gonna need some muscle relaxers or something" he said as he limped his way over to her table. The gym shorts stretched and shifted as he hoped on, the shirt pulled taught over his muscular physique. He eyed the beautiful blond as she came closer.

"I swear it's all real but half has to be from stress. I know other guys had the foot problem, but none of them had all these leg issues" he told her as he slowly laid back, not wanting to stare to long at the gorgeous blond

"What about you Belle?" He asked, Referring to the Disney princess because he like dot think of her like that. And he was her beast. But she did not need to know that!
 
Oh really I thought it would of have got a bit better. Have you done any vigorous exercise that you shouldn’t have?” She said watching him limp. She was very concerned about Lance. He was supposed to start recovering now. They had done many sessions together. She watched him lay back on the bed. “I am sure you’re feeling the pain but I am not sure it is all physical. I have never seen a foot injury go all the way to the hip.” She said. She smiled at him. “I am just going to see how your legs movement are.” She said starting to move his leg.

Annabelle loved how he called her Belle it was her favourite Disney Princess. It had actually been her childhood nickname. “I am good thanks. Nothing but work in my work life though.” She said. She was making sure not to move his leg too roughly or fast. “Now tell me how that feels?” She asked. She was slowly increasing the movement, speed and pressure on his leg. She moved to the next leg and moved it the same. “So tell me how things are with you? Are things any better than last time?” She said.
 
He grimaced slightly as she moved his leg higher, whenever his hip had to move to much. It was like he was losing the range of motion. All his muscles were tightening.

"The small movements are ok, but the more you open the range up the tighter it gets" he said and he put his hand on his waist, halfway between te outside of his hip and the midline of the body

"The only vigorous activity I did was carrying Her crap through the mall. Too much stress. She needed a shopping spree" he spas with a chuckle a Shia eyes moved to hers. Her eyes were focused on moving his legs, and feeling his muscles. She she was like this he could stare at her. Take in the sculptures beauty of her face, the glow in her eyes, and the way she nibbled on her lip when she was focused

"But nothing changed. It's all slowly going down hill it seems. I spent the last two nights sleeping in the guest room" he told her with a bit of a frown, his head rolling back and his eyes casting to the ceiling.

"It feels good when you push on the joint like that as you stretch me" he said as her small hands produced an incredible grip on his thigh as she worked his lower leg back and forth.
 
She felt his hand rest on her waist. “Tell me if the pain gets too much. If you can’t say just squeeze my side, okay?” She said. She didn’t like seeing him in pain but to help she had to get him using these muscles again. She listened to him talking about vigorous activity and when he mentioned his wife being stressed she couldn’t help but laugh. What stressed did that women have other than spending his money?

“I am sorry I laugh but I think your wife has her priorities wrong. She has a husband who is injured and she thinks she is stressed one. You know I think you deserve better.” She said. She normally didn’t comment on other player’s lives but with him she did. They were more than patient and physical therapist. She nibbled on her lip thinking about what she was missing about his recovery she thought she had done everything she needed to do to start recovery.

“Oh Lance no wonder your in pain. You need to sleep in a bed. If not with her, a spare room. You’re going to cause more injury to yourself if you sleep on the sofa. Listen I shouldn’t say this but if things are that bad you can always stay in my spare room because I don’t want you getting worse.” She said. She was pushing at his leg and he told her it felt good. She had a strong grip for a little thing. “Okay hop off and stretch your legs. I want to watch your movement to see if there is anything I am missing because you should be recovering.” She said.
 
He chuckled when she mentioned staying in her room

"Yeah. The day I don't come home, and spend the night at some pretty girls house is they day I never go home again" he chuckled, sighing as she released him

She told him to get up and move around.

"Your not the first one to point out her less than selfless nature" he said with a grimace as he sat up and stood up, coming got stand in front of her. He looked down at her, his eyes getting stuck on the swell of cleavage that the dipping top had on display.

"Besides I'm sure you can't have some guy staying at your place. That would start a ton of rumors here" he said as he grimaced putting weight on his sore foot

"I'd hate to get in the way of you and your career or a possible boyfriend" he said through clenched teeth as he leaned more weight on

"Can we try the heat treatment again. That felt good last time" he told her as he finally I clenched his teeth
 
“Well I am not dating at the moment and don’t really get to meet a lot of guys other than the players who come to see me for therapy and there is a strict no player relationship rule in my contract.” She said. She saw the pain he was in with his foot. She put her hand on his back trying to comfort him.

“Lay back down on the table.” She said. She moved over to a machine that looked similar to ultra sound machine without the screen. The probe applied heat to areas it would roll against. She pulled it over to the bed. “You ready for me to put the lotion on it is cold but will heat up I use the probe on your areas of pain?” She said.
 
He smiles as she brought the little device over.

"Belle I'm always ready for you to rub me down. Honestly you are the best part of my day. " he settled back his eyes locked on her as she gathered everything together.

"Are my shorts gonna be in the way?"
 
She smiled hearing him say she was the best part of his day. “That is so sweet of you to say Lance. I have to admit you are the best part of my day too.” She said. She looked down at him on the table thinking he looked very hot on her table. “Can you slip out of your shorts and lay in your boxers so I don’t mess your shorts up?” She asked. She started the machine up.
 
He suddenly felt very exposed, which he didn't really mind. Sort of

He wiggled himself out of his shorts while there in the table, leaving him in a t shirt and the snug athletic boxer shorts that all athlete wore. They left little to the imagination, the thick outline of his member as it laid over the top of one thigh reaching more than halfway to his hip.

Then he settled back in.

"Yeah. At the rate in going with mall trips and missed starts I won't be able to afford any more shorts" he joked as he felt himself becoming even more aware of how beautiful belle was. Not just her pretty face and super fly figure. But as a person, something he doubted any of the other players ever noticed.

"So when are you gonna make time for a man. A gal as successful and attractive as you deserves something more than work and thank yous "
 
She watched him wiggle out of his shorts. He was now only in his t shirt and boxers. She could see his bulge and was impressed from the outline of his member. She smiled at him as he relaxed down on the table. She began slowly rubbing lotion into the bottoms of his legs first.

She laughed hearing him say he wouldn’t be able to afford any more shorts. She began rubbing the lotion higher into his legs. She concentrated on massaging the lotion into his leg. “Is that ease some of the pain?” She asked.

She finished rubbing the lotion into his legs and grabbed the probe. She slowly rolled it up his lower legs. “Um I sort of like a guy but there is a problem he is taken so obviously I cannot go there and there is no one else I like.” She explained to him.
 
Her hands were magical. Such petite elegant things like hers would never be expected to apply the kind of force to his muscles, but somehow she did.

She slowly worked the lotion up his leg, making him think about his horrid wife so he would not find his appreciation expressed via his loins!

"That feels amazing" he told her as she began to apply the heat probe.

"Really. I've been telling you all the crap with my wife and you've had your eyes on Somebo the whole time" he said with a half reprimanding grin

He lifted. His head off the table, smiling as he saw her blush, her delicate hands looked so perfect on his thick muscular thigh.

"Just because the contract says you can't date doesn't mean you shouldn't explore the option. Besides sometimes people are taken by the wrong ones, and stay with them, because they don't think hey have options. Seriously, take my situation for example" he said As he leaned back down.

"Belle, you are too amazing to limit yourself like
That"
 
“I am very glad my hands are taking away some of your pain.” She said. She didn’t like seeing him in pain. She wanted to make him feel better. She cared for him a lot. She just wanted to make him better.

She watched him lift his head looking at her. She wondered if he knew she meant him. She took the probe higher up his legs adding more pressure. She felt a bit awkward.

“I know this guy isn’t happy in his marriage but I don’t know if he likes me like that. We get on well but I do not know if he likes me.” She said. She had the probe very close to his boxers.

“Have you ever thought about leaving your wife?” She asked looking down at him smiling. She was adding more heat and pressure to his legs. She was glad this treatment was helping him with his pain.
 
Her hands were working the probe highs up his leg. The relief was exquisite. The only problem was that it made him become aware of this kind gorgeous woman working closer and closer to his groin. Nothing be the thin polyester blend of his shorts standing between them!

"I'd be an idiot if I hadn't." He told her plainly, the switch in the topic made it much easier to control his body, and keep from getting to focused on her hands

"This feels amazing Belle" he said as she worked over a knot on te side of his thigh.

"I could do this all day" he groaned in pleasure, the deep base growling through him.

"Of course I have thought of leaving her, it would be a headache, a lawsuit, a court case and that is just pointing to the obvious. I just don't think I could handle that on my own right now" he said as he shifted, laying his head back down and staring at the ceiling

"It would be something different if I weren't hurt, or if I had someone really supporting me" he said as he breathes deeply through another stab of pain as she worked into another knot. Her hands moving higher and higher

"I certainly don't want to keep living this life, and I don't see her changing for me" the last came out with a chuckle. "But at the moment I couldn't begin to imagine going through that mess alone"

"But tell more about the worlds luckiest man"
 
“Well he is a great guy but struggling at the moment. His injury is quite bad and not improving the way it should be. His home life is less than perfect. His wife isn’t great. She only wants him for the money and with him not playing of course his pay isn’t as much so she is being a bigger bitch.” She said.

She wondered if he would figure out she was talking about him. She rolled the bottoms of his boxers up to get higher up his leg to ease the higher pain he was having. She was adding less pressure to this area knowing too much pressure may cause more pain for him. She looked down at him and smiled at him.
 
He looked down toward her as she spoke. This sounded a lot like him. He felt his body beginning to respond to her touch in a way that had nothing to do with healing. The movement of her small hand on his sensitive muscular flesh seemed to send electricity straight to his loins

He could feel his member swelling as she paused to look at him

"Well does he have any idea of how you feel about him?" He asked, not wanting to assume he could be so lucky

"Have you told him it made a pass at him?" He asked as he shifted one hand off of the table and put it on Belles hip

"Belle you deserve being happy. You need to make a move or else you'll never know" he said as his hand slid down from her hip, his fingers brushing the curve of her thigh as he let go. When he had touched her like that his heart had begun to race and he was worried now that he was getting aroused. God what would she do if he got a hard on!

Would she notice that his member had started thickening and lengthening? Oh no.....he didn't move, but he started to panic. She was amazing, surely she couldn't be into him and how pissed would she be at him if she found out how much he thought of her!!
 
"No of course not. I don't know what to do about it. I like him a lot and we have chemistry but I have no idea if he likes me like that." She said. She began moving the heat probe further up his legs.

Hearing him tell her to make move made her feel tingles and his hand on her hip made her excited. She looked at him her eyes full of lust. She noticed he was hard and her eyes went wide. She couldn't believe he was hard for her.

She decided maybe she should make a move. She removed the probe and hooked it back to the machine. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips even surprising herself by her actions.
 
He paused, terrified when she stopped and put the probe up. Then before he knew it her golden locks draped across his chest and her lush lips found his.

He kissed her back, softly, letting his lips bath in the silky heat of hers. His body tingled everywhere her hair fell across his skin, and his loins had been swelling, but were now hardeninghe lifted the hand that wa son her side to wrap his thick miscular arm around her waist.

His other hand came up to gently hold her to him as his kiss deepened. Thai sudden human contact made him realize how much he had missed, and needed, this from someone.

The kiss grew
 
She felt his lips kissing back. Her mind was spinning. She felt his hand wrap around her waist. She looked into his eyes as her hand stroked his back. She wanted him no needed him. His other hand held her to him. Their kiss was passionate. Her tongue played with his.

She moved her lips off his looking at him. “I am sorry I came on to you Lance. Your married I shouldn’t have done it. I have always liked you very much. I want you so bad but I feel bad because you are married, I know you’re not happy but I still feel bad.” She said.

God she craved him but she was a good woman and felt wrong for kissing a married man although he wasn’t happy. She didn’t know what to do and what would happen. She looked at him her palms sweaty and her heart racing.
 
It hurt him to hear that, because he was putting this sweet beautiful woman in this spot

"Belle" he said in a voice that was thick with lust and grief

"Don't feel bad. You what I said you should" he told her. He quickly sat up and turned to face her. He pulled her close in an embrace

"I never meant to put you in this position. But I can't deny how you make me feel Belle. I haven't felt anything like this in years! Married or not " he said, his lips pressed next to her ears in his embrace, her small soft body pressed against his big muscular physique, his aroused member pressed into er stomach

"Please. We can figure this out. It's obvious we have..."

His phone went off. The ringer was his wife's 'Goldigga' by K. West

That sound brought reality crushing back

"Please can we schedule a meeting for Monday so we can talk" he said as he pushed we back so he could look into rise gorgeous eyes

"No matter what it means. This is the best thing that's happened to me in years" phone stopped ringing. Then started back up almost immediately.

He sighed, then dug his phone out of the shorts set on the end of the table. As soon as he answered te shrill yells of his wife filled the room...
 
Hearing Lance call her Belle gave her tingles all over her body. She looked at him feeling so much lust for him but feeling bad for her feelings too. He pulled her into his arms. She loved how he made her feel so safe and alive. She looked into his eyes. She could tell he felt guilty for all of this. She loved her body being so close to his it just felt right.

“You make me feel a way no one else has ever made me feel.” She said. His lips against her ears made her chills. She felt his hardon against her. His phone started ringing as he was asking her to figure it out with him. She heard the ringtone and knew it was his wife. She laughed finding it very funny.

“Yes of course we can talk about it. Here or somewhere else?” She asked looking at him. She felt good knowing this was the best thing that had happened to him. His phone started ringing again. She stepped back knowing he had to answer to his bitch of wife.


She watched him getting his phone out. When he answered the phone she could hear his wife screaming down the phone. She felt so bad for him. If she was his wife she would never treat him that way she really cared for him. She would treat so much better than her. She moved over to the sink and washed her hands.
 
He watched her step away, feeling the sudden absence of her presence as a void he had only now realized was there

He kept the one sided conversation as short as he could

She was freaking out when he wasn't home. He reminded her of his splint end and the fact it was on the calendar and the fact that right now these seasons were the most important thing to him and his career, that being more true now than it ever had

She had hitched a little more then the conversation had ended. He hung up the phone the walked over to Belle. His eyes slid over her perfect figure and he swallowed hard not sure how she felt

He put his hand out on her hip and spun her gently to face him

"I need to go. But I'd like to book a double session as soon as possible" he told her as he stepped closer

"These sessions are all that gets me by anymore" he told her as he pulled her close again, feeling her soft frame press against his hard muscles, and unashamedly, his rigid member press into her stomach. Whether or not she wanted to know. He wanted to know how much she got to him. How much he responded to her, and just how completely she rocked his world.

Then He released her and tugged his shorts on

"When is your next opening"
 
“Well today is Friday and my weekend booked up but I am free Monday afternoon. You can book me out all afternoon.” She said smiling at him. She really wanted to spend a nice afternoon with him.

“I think maybe we should try some yoga on Monday make sure you wear something your comfy in.” She said. She reached over and touched his arm. “Take care don’t be sleeping on the sofa or I may have to kick your ass.” She said with a laugh.

She pulled him in for a hug. “I look forward to see you.” She said. She liked feeling his body close to hers. She stepped away pulling her bobble out of her hair letting her hair down. He was her last therapy session today.
 
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