A Tale of Tara and Todd
I’m Tara, a fiery redhead who’s never been one for holding back when it comes to my desires. My libido’s as wild as my hair, and I’ve always been drawn to the thrill of the forbidden. So when I laid eyes on Todd, my neighbor across the street, I knew I had to have him—no matter what it took or who he was to someone else. Todd was your classic Aussie bloke: tanned, muscular, and always sporting a pair of board shorts that left little to the imagination. He was married, I knew that much from the occasional gossip that floated through our small town’s grapevine. But I didn’t care about his marital status; I wanted him, and I was determined to make it happen.
I spent weeks plotting my move, fantasizing about our encounters as I masturbated to the sound of his lawnmower humming in the distance. I’d imagined every detail—the way his eyes would widen as I pounced on him, his deep groans as I rode him rough and raw—and I was ready to make my fantasies a reality. One sweltering summer’s day, I put my plan into action. I wore my skimpiest bikini and spent hours lounging by my pool, making sure Todd would see me from his backyard. I even went as far as leaving my back door open, so he’d catch a glimpse of me sprawled out on my bed later that afternoon—naked and inviting.
As the sun dipped low in the sky, I heard Todd’s footsteps on his deck as he made his way inside for the night. I knew I had to act fast before he retreated too far from my reach. I dashed inside, quickly changing into a lacy black lingerie set that left nothing to the imagination. Furthermore, I applied red lipstick and tousled my hair, making myself look as seductive as possible. Then I took a deep breath and walked out my back door. The night air was warm and heavy as I crossed my yard, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. I approached Todd’s back door, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle. It was locked—of course it was—but I wasn’t deterred. I found a nearby garden tool and jammed it into the lock, twisting and wrenching until it gave way. The door swung open, and I stepped inside Todd’s darkened home.
I could hear Todd’s muffled voice from somewhere upstairs, and my heart raced even faster. I crept up the stairs, my bare feet silent on the wooden floorboards. Furthermore, I found him in his bedroom, standing before his mirror, tying his tie for what I assumed was some work function. Furthermore, I cleared my throat, making him jump and turn around. “Todd,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” I moved closer, my hands running up his chest and around his neck as I pulled him into a searing kiss. He tasted of whiskey and surprise as his lips parted beneath mine. I could feel his body stiffen for only a moment before he gave into my advances, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me against him.
“What the fuck?” he muttered against my lips as I broke our kiss, trailing my tongue down his neck and sucking on his pulse point. “Tara?” “Shh,” I whispered, my fingers unbuttoning his shirt as I pushed him back onto his bed. “We don’t need words right now.” I tore his shirt open and ran my hands over his tanned chest and abs, my nails digging into his skin as I trailed lower, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I pulled them down, revealing his already hard cock. Furthermore, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him roughly as I leaned down and took him into my mouth.
Todd groaned and grabbed my hair, his fingers tangling roughly in my red locks as I sucked him deep into my throat. I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing as I worked him over, my own pussy dripping at the thought of feeling him inside me. I pulled off him and climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist and grinding my soaking wet core against his thigh. “You want me, Todd?” I hissed, my voice low and seductive as I ground against him harder. “You want me as much as I want you?” He didn’t respond; he couldn’t—his breath was caught in his throat as he watched me move against him. I leaned down and took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting down gently before pulling away and positioning myself over his cock. I sank down onto him in one swift motion, my eyes locked on his as I rode him rough and hard.
“Fuck, Tara!” he groaned as I bounced on his lap, my tits bouncing and my hair cascading around us. I leaned forward and captured his lips in another searing kiss as I rode him faster and harder, my body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, matching my rhythm as we moved together like two wild animals. “I’m going to come,” I gasped between kisses, my nails digging into his chest as I rode him harder still. “Fuck me, Todd! Make me come!” He grunted and reached up, gripping my ass and pulling me down onto him even deeper as I shattered into orgasmic bliss. My pussy clenched around his cock as I cried out his name, my body shaking uncontrollably as I came hard against him.
Todd’s own release was imminent; I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he thrust up into me one last time before he groaned and filled me with his seed. I collapsed onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we came down from our intense encounter. As we lay there, our hearts still pounding and our bodies entwined, I knew I’d never forget that night—or the thrill of taking what I wanted, no matter who it belonged to. And as for Todd? Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope he’d come crawling back for more. After all, we both knew that what we’d shared was anything but ordinary. It was raw, unapologetic, and utterly unforgettable—just like me.
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