When Ruth moved into her studio apartment in La Grange Park, a quiet Chicago suburb, she didn't know she'd have a special perk.
She met that perk, the landlady's son, a few days later.
Ruth was 24. Dave was 34.
They hit it off instantly.
They liked each other's sense of humor, smarts and confidence.
A mutual attraction was shared.
Ruth often ran into Dave as he was the handyman for the house that his mother owned. Ruth's was one of three apartments, so Dave kept busy.
Whenever Ruth saw Dave, she admired his athletic build needed for rock climbing up in Baraboo, Wisconsin.
A month later, heading to bed, she was thinking about Dave.
"Stop it, he's the landlady's son," she told herself.
In the middle of that night, however, tossing and turning, pure desire prevailed. She came hard rubbing her clit, thinking of Dave.
The very next evening, he visited to collect the rent.
Dave wore a snug T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. Dave's blue jeans were impossibly tight. That, with his long wavy blond hair, had Ruth smiling.
After Dave climbed a step ladder to change a light bulb in the ceiling, Ruth caught herself admiring his crotch, thinking about his cock and the sexy fantasy enjoyed the night before.
Her gaze lingered.
"Like what you see?" Dave asked.
Ruth blushed.
"Um, yes, you changed the light. Thanks," Ruth said, trying to dig her way out.
Dave smiled and climbed down the ladder.
"Too late. I saw how you stared at me," Dave said, his eyes sparkling.
She was busted.
"I noticed your Levi's. Snug," she whispered.
