My neighbor, an adorable 90-year-old grandmother, is on oxygen all the time. Her children, childhood friends, live far away and I watch over her. Last summer, his caregivers informed me that his oxygen machine had faults. I immediately call the company, who promises to send a technician within two hours. An hour later, a van arrives. I leave my house and go to the technician. To my great surprise, he is incredibly attractive: blond with shoulder-length, curly hair, wearing a safari shirt open to his chest revealing well-defined pectorals, denim shorts and white sneakers. It's still 30 degrees at the end of the day, and the heat is stifling. He picks up a replacement machine and in five minutes the swap is done. During this time, I have plenty of time to watch him. His tanned, muscular upper back is partially visible through his open collar. He then takes out a briefcase to have me sign a paper, and I notice his pen in LGBT rainbow colors. Piqued by curiosity and the electrifying atmosphere, I say to him: “Hey, you’re gay too!” He responds with a smile, confirming my guess. I sign the paper and, given the humid heat, I suggest we have a drink. He accepts with pleasure, his work day being over. Back home, the air is fresh. I take off my tank top to cool down. He gets comfortable as well, removing his shirt and revealing a gorgeous, muscular body with defined abs and perfectly tanned skin. I pour him a drink and the conversation flows easily, the tension between us palpable. We talk about everything and nothing, our lives, our experiences, and the more we talk, the more obvious the attraction becomes. At one point, our eyes meet and I feel a spark. He approaches me, and without really thinking, our lips meet in an intense kiss. I am swept away by excitement and attraction. His hands slide down my back, exploring every inch of my skin. I feel his muscles contract under my fingers as I touch him, discovering the firmness of his pecs and the softness of his tanned skin. We move towards the couch, our kisses becoming more and more passionate. He lays me down gently, his hands exploring my chest, his lips following their movements. The feeling is electrifying. Each kiss, each caress ignites my body with burning desire. He moves down slowly, kiss ...

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