Fireplace Sweeper

It was a stormy winter evening when the fireplace sweep came through the door of Anna's cozy house. Wind and rain made the world outside an uncomfortable place, while the crackling fire in their fireplace radiated a comforting warmth. Anna, a curvaceous woman in her early thirties, felt the desire to rise in her stomach as she looked at the strong man with the dirty face and distinctive stature. “I'm here to clean the chimney,” he explained with a deep, rough tone and an ambiguous grin that made her heart beat faster. His hands were strong and determined, and she couldn't help but imagine what she could do with such a man. He began his work and Anna felt hypnotized by his movements. Each time he bent down to get his tools, a piece of his muscular arms, sculpted with hard training, flashed out. The chemical attraction between them grew stronger as he cleaned the fireplace with a dirty rag and swirled the soot through the air. She noticed his gaze looking at her once more, and a shiver of excitement swept through her body. Just as she was ready to pluck up the courage and ask him if he wanted to stay for a moment, he turned around and grabbed her wrist gently. “I could use a little more help...” His voice was deep and she could sense the promise behind it. The tension in the air was palpable. Anna came closer, her lips were only inches away from his, and in that microsecond she knew she was ready to risk everything. But before she worked up the courage to kiss him, she felt his breath change. Their eyes met and they both knew that the moment they had been waiting for had finally arrived. Time seemed to stand still as the heat between them increased and they were magnetically attracted. Their bodies got closer, but when the pressure became unbearable and their lips almost touched, something unexpected happened...