TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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It had been a long day for me, Susan Quincy. I spent most of the day in Queens, visiting my best friend while her son had his fifth birthday party. It was a small get together which suited me fine. Some of my other girlfriends had been giving a hard time. I had a reputation for being a little too straight laced. Not that I could blame them. I couldn't even remember the last time I had sex. Why waste my time with the losers I date when I could ogle the neighborhood handy man. His name is Dane. If I had to describe him, I would call him the scruffy bad boy.
Dane had dishwater blond hair, big blue eyes and dimples that made me blush when he smiled. I felt like a teenager whenever he was around, a mixture of anxiety and wet lust. I had just gotten back from the market on my way home. Punching the button on the elevator to take to my floor, I didn't notice Dane in his usual tank and very tight jeans, a tool belt around his waist, heading to another job.
I gave him a polite smile, feeling my cheek heat. There was just something about him that made my heart flip in my chest. The doors opened and he allowed me to enter first, a shame really. I would have loved a gander at that tight ass he had. In those jeans, it was enough to make a girl drool. He punched my number for me since I did have an armful of groceries. "Thanks."
The elevator went up for about two seconds then shook so hard that I was almost thrown off my feet. Crap! I had been telling the landlord that the elevator was on its last legs. Last time it broke down, it stayed that way for a whole day. I put down the bag of veggies and hit the emergency button.
Dane had dishwater blond hair, big blue eyes and dimples that made me blush when he smiled. I felt like a teenager whenever he was around, a mixture of anxiety and wet lust. I had just gotten back from the market on my way home. Punching the button on the elevator to take to my floor, I didn't notice Dane in his usual tank and very tight jeans, a tool belt around his waist, heading to another job.
I gave him a polite smile, feeling my cheek heat. There was just something about him that made my heart flip in my chest. The doors opened and he allowed me to enter first, a shame really. I would have loved a gander at that tight ass he had. In those jeans, it was enough to make a girl drool. He punched my number for me since I did have an armful of groceries. "Thanks."
The elevator went up for about two seconds then shook so hard that I was almost thrown off my feet. Crap! I had been telling the landlord that the elevator was on its last legs. Last time it broke down, it stayed that way for a whole day. I put down the bag of veggies and hit the emergency button.