Darla Crane – Fantasy Girl Pass Wow Young Stud Fucks Hard

Title: “Darla Crane’s steamy “Fantasy Girl Pass” encounter”

Gosh, it’s been a while since I’ve had some much needed alone time with my secret lover, Brad. You see, Brad is the strapping young stud next door, an absolute dreamboat who’s currently visiting from college. What a hunk! And what a splendid coincidence that his parents are out of town this weekend, leaving the door wide open for some naughty solo bonding time between just the two of us. Eeee!

Determined to make the most of Brad’s rare presence, I spend hours primping myself in front of the mirror. Dove grey eyeshadow palette, smoky liner, false lashes, I’m going all out. Burns mustered up just enough to flush my pale cheeks. Gold hoop earrings, my trusty ruby red lipgloss. I feel dangerous and desirable. My “happy” wiggle dress in royal blue clings to all the right curves. The sheer sleeves skim my shoulders, while the plunging neckline displays my Ds’ tantalizing cleavage. I slip into my “fuck me” red peekaboo heels and I’m set to seduce.

Lingering on my doorway, a secret thrill zings through me as I watch Brad mow the front lawn, his toned torso glistening with sweat, the gash slacks hanging low on his hips. He reminds me of a sexier version of The Fonz, circa 1957. Tentatively, I sashay over to the walkway separating our lawns. Brad glances up briefly to acknowledge me before returning to his chore.

“Hey Brad! Thought you were still back in Seattle,” I call out playfully, thrusting out a hip. “Too busy to come see your old buddy this summer? What a shame…”

“Oh, hey neighbor! Yeah, fell behind in my classes and the professors are pains, you know how it is,” Brad replies breezily, wiping his brow. His eyes travel the length of my body approvingly. I pretend not to notice, acting all casual.

“Milkshake anyone? I made a fresh batch of vanilla oreo. If you’re quick I might even stir in a shot of vodka for that grownup twist,” I quip gaily, before abruptly sauntering back inside. I can feel Brad’s eyes boring into my pert rear as I go.

Like a lightning bolt to the groin, he zips after me a few minutes later, now wearing a shirt. I’m in the kitchen, casually braced against the counter, admiring my reflection in the toaster as I slowly lick the mixture off a spoon. When I hear him enter, I turn and flutter my lashes.

“That was quick! Hey, where’s mine?”

“Sorry, I only made one batch… Guess you’ll have to share,” I chuckle. Setting the glass down, I grab two spoons, winding the long edge of Brad’s around my finger. Our eyes met and locked. His gaze falls to my mouth, to my cleavage, and back up again. I step closer until our bodies are mere inches apart.

“Let me give you a proper hello…” I whisper, sliding a spoonful into his mouth. His lips wrapped around it and I suppressed a moan. My tongue darts out to lap a dribble from his bottom lip, and just like that, the game is set in motion.

Brad grabs me by the waist and crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue invading my mouth with urgency. I melt into him as our teeth clash and tongues intertwine in a dance of lust and pent up frustrations. His hands slide down to squeeze my rump while I wind my fingers in his hair.

“We shouldn’t… The neighbors…” I mewl against his lips, between feverish kisses. Brad lifts me onto the counter with urgency, never breaking our contact. Oblivious to any propriety, his hand gropes my breast through the thin fabric. I whimper and arch into his touch, my panties dampening with need.

Gripping his shoulder, I yank him closer until his erection presses insistently against my apex. I grind myself against him wantonly, panting, knowing I’m dangerously close to begging for more…

His talented fingers dip beneath the hem of my skirt and stroke my bare thigh, caressing, tantalizing, climbing ever higher… Closer… Closer… Closer… I shudder and moan, riding his hand shamelessly. He hooks a finger past the edge of my lace knickers and groans, feeling my slick heat.

“I thought you were busy,” I whine in between kisses, “Too busy for a naughty neighbor?”

Brad nips my bottom lip. “You’re an addiction I can never get enough of. My fantasy girl…”

His words send a fresh wave of arousal pulsating through me. Brad turns me to face the counter and palms my ass, grinding his erection against my now soaked panties. I spread my legs wider, ushering him in as he ruts me from behind. With one hand, he deftly unzips his slacks and frees his impressive member.

I glance back as he sheaths himself in my soaked folds with a groan. “Brad!” I yelp, bracing my hands against the counter as he thrusts into me again and again, pinning me against the counter. His pace quickens and I cry out each time he bottoms out.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” The neighbors gaze at us open-mouthed, but I don’t care, too wrapped up in my pleasure. It doesn’t take long before I come with a scream, my walls clenching him tightly. Brad quickly follows me over the edge with a low growl.

He withdraws carefully, spent. We share a sated grin as I collect our clothes. Which is when Brad’s phone buzzes.

Dammit, I forgot to turn off locator. Those horny teenagers, I mutter. And he chuckles, of course.

“Looks like I won’t be the only one with a fantasy girl pass after all,” Brad replies with a wink. I smile back at him.

I guess there are perks to living next door to your friend’s parents when they’re away, he adds with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows. I just shake my head at him.

Well,until next time stud. Next time I’ll get you to make out with me in that garden. Cause I’ve got your fantasy girl pass. I lick my lips teasingly.

With that delicious promise hanging between us, Brad straightens up and grins as he heads out the door. Too bad it’ll be a while before he gets back home for college break… I’ll just have to keep him more than satisfied with theses long, hot summers for a while.

We both had a playful laugh and an the undeniable look of lust. Knowing he will return to visit next summer counts. Until then, it was time to turn up the heat.