As most of you know, I lived in Annapolis for a while as I worked in DC. I had bought an old turn-of-the-century house shortly after the move there and redid it in the hopes of making several apartments of it and renting them out with the intent to make use of a house far too big for myself.
Jacob was a young man in his mid-twenties who had recently moved to Annapolis. He was one of my tenants.
He had graduated from Nebraska, majoring in music, and had gotten a job at the hospital in the outpatient clinic. A marvelously built young man, he fit the mid-western stereotype well. Very shapely and twice as polite. I admit when he answered the ad for the room, I wondered how he was in bed. I put the thought in the back of my mind because of the whole tenant/landlord relationship.
It was a few months into his stay when we had a massive snowstorm. The young lad had taken it upon himself to shovel the walkway and entrance to the driveway clear of snow. I sat on my sofa, watching him from the warm confines of my apartment. I sipped my tea, watching him work. I became interested in how powerful he appeared. His arms seemed to bulge under the tight restraints of his sweater and Columbia jacket. His face wore an intense look, as if he was on a mission, as he worked.
I became excited, wondering how the man was in bed. Before long, I found myself caught up in the fantasy. Having lost track of time and him, I snapped to reality and he was gone. Back inside, I assumed.
My mind was racing with thoughts of sex and fucking. Heather had been gone for about a week and I had been devoid of a lover during that time. Masturbation was not getting rid of the lusty thoughts for long. I had to feel flesh against mine. It had also been a few month since I had felt a strong cock inside of me.
Grabbing my shoes, I put them on. I reached for one of my winter coats, wrapped myself in it and went to see him.
I thought about how I would seduce him on my way upstairs. Would I thank him for shoveling the walkway by giving him my body? It sounds like something from a Penthouse story, but it did run through my head.
I came to his door and still had not figured out how I would go about this. The pressure in my loins was building, I needed a good fucking, and I needed to act fast.
I knocked on his door. No one answered.
Another knock seemed to finally stir him.
I bounced a couple of time in the cold, I imagined I looked smaller in my oversized winter coat.
Now, my readers know I have always had an appreciation for beauty and of great sex. Or even the possibility of great sex. Jacob had made a lasting impression on me. Maybe it was his golden-blond hair or the way his bulging arms seemed ready to burst through his sweater earlier when he was shoveling the walk way like a greek god. It might have even been his baby-blue eyes that made my thoughts turn towards John's eyes. The mere comparison made me hot and my breath quicken. There was an inherent sexiness to the man and I very much wanted to impose myself on him.
I was not sure what to expect when the door opened but what I saw was very close. His boots were off and he was clad in sock-covered feet, a nice pair of wranglers that covered his lower body quite nicely, and a t-shirt that was somewhat damp and clinging to his very well-built torso.
"Can I come in?" I asked, desiring to do more than that from the outset of our conversation.
"Seeing as you own the place, I don't know that I can stop you." he shrugged and moved away from the door.
I stepped inside, quickly closing the door after myself. I looked around his apartment and then at him, "Am I interrupting something?"
He tucked his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans. His eyes traveled up and down my body. I had purposely left my coat hang wide open and I wondered if he appreciated the jade-colored cashmere sweater and clingy black pants I wore. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before he looked away.
"Am I late with the rent?" he asked me to break the moment of awkward silence.
I smiled at him. I almost got off on his blushing cheeks. It was cute and innocent. God, I was hoping that he wasn't all that innocent.
"No, I just thought I would come and thank you for shoveling the snow."
"You are quite welcome" was his response, he fidgeted for a bit, leaning over for his guitar which was placed on the corner of the entry way. He moved it out of harm's potential.
I began to take off my coat, sliding down my arms. "May I?" I asked, indicating my desire to stay for a little while.
"Be my guest." was his answer.
I shrugged off the heavy coat and draped over the back of a nearby chair that housed his sweater and jacket. The conversation had now moved further inside to my delight. I eyed the bottle on the table.
I saw that Jacob was eying me closely. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked.
"That would be delightful."
He smiled at me before asking me if there was something in particular I wanted.
