The Guy with the Salt-n-Pepper Beard

He walked in with the kind of confidence that turns heads—quiet, assured, no frills. His salt-and-pepper beard framed a rugged, handsome face, and his deep voice carried a warmth that immediately drew me in. When we shook hands, his grip was firm and strong, and his eyes lingered on mine for just a moment longer than expected, sparking something I couldn’t quite ignore.

As he undressed, his body told the rest of the story. He was the kind of bloke who clearly looked after himself—broad shoulders, defined arms, a solid chest that tapered into a fit, powerful frame. For his age or any age really, he was in incredible shape. He lay face down on the table, muscles rippling slightly as he settled in, his confidence apparent even in his movements.

I grabbed the oil, warming it in my hands before smoothing it across his back. His skin was taut and warm under my palms, and as I worked over his broad shoulders, he let out a low groan that sent a flicker of heat through me. This was going to be one of those sessions—the kind that lingers in your mind long after it’s over.

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