This is my first story! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed fantasizing about it.
Xx Kit
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That Summer morning had begun as any other. Pamela put on her yoga leggings and sports bra and took her mat into a shaded part of her front yard to practice. She was a 20-something online yoga teacher, with long red hair and a tight waist that curved out into a sexy bubble butt.
The rural properties on her road were set on 2 acre blocks. Where the houses were built towards the back of the properties and each had large front yards overflowing with lush gardens framed by white horse-fence. From her front yard, Pamela could watch her sexy neighbour Tom. He was in his 40s with the body of a rugby player and dark hair. Standing at 6'4" tall, with his broad muscular physique he cut an intimidating figure. His personality, she came to find was kind and gentle. He had given up his cafe to become a stay at home dad which allowed his wife to climb the corporate structure of an international construction company.
Tom's wife Eddie was a successful 40-something businesswoman. She wore pants suits with her hair neatly trimmed in a short pixie cut and even on her rare days off she exuded a corporate air.
On the few times that Pamela and Eddie spoke Eddie seemed to be standoffish and curt. She'd look Pamela up and down and narrow her eyes at her long messy red hair and tight yoga pants in a disapproving "stay away from my husband" glare.
Pamela laid down on her mat and began stretching. The slight breeze was warm on her skin. She was coming up from standard half forward bend when she glanced Tom in his yard. He was shirtless and appeared to be ripping out plants from his garden bed. Eddies Mercedes drove out the driveway with their 6 year old son in the back and sped down the street.
Although he was 100 meters away she could see that Tom's movements were rough and seemed tense. Rolling up her mat she decided to stroll over the road and suss out what was going on.
"Morning Tom, how's it going?"
"Oh Hey, Pamela" he said as he tossed a daisy bush into the wheelbarrow.
"Yeah just um gardening. Eddie doesn't want a messy garden, she prefers order." His voice absentmindedly trailed off as he noticed Pamela's figure.
He'd never seen her wearing tight grey leggings up close. Only catching glimpses of her bubble butt from afar. He knew she was a vixen with her blue eyes, cute button nose and pouty lips, but seeing her up close took his breath away.
Pamela tried to change the sensitive subject. "Oh Eddie, how's she going? I hardly ever see her anymore"
"She flies out of state for 3 days a week for meetings now. So I'm stuck here playing 'stay at home dad'. It's actually pretty hard, especially now that Jed is having problems adjusting at school. It can be isolating not having a second person to defer to."
"Yeah that would be hard." Pamela sympathised.
Tom, realising that he was staring into Pamela's cleavage broke his gaze and stammered "Hey I have a camera lens that I never use and was wondering if you wanted it. It's pretty expensive and in good nick."
"Okay sure that'd be great" The young woman smiled surprised that Tom was inviting her in. It was an unwritten rule of Eddies that no women ESPECIALLY 'that little whore across the road' speak to, befriend or be around Tom. Ever.
He lead the way along the garden path to the front door. It was large and broad like Tom himself.
"This way" He smiled.
He lead her down to a bedroom and flashed his gorgeous smile again saying "You first"
The room was plainer than Pamela had expected. Navy walls, a king sized bed with black covers and a mirrored wardrobe along one wall.
Tom leaned his back against the door slowly shutting it behind them. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to the wardrobe.
"The lens is in there. Good luck finding it, my wardrobes always been a mess." He laughed
Pamela slid the wardrobe open. Inside was overflowing with shirts and pants. She was taken aback with how messy it was since the rest of the house was so incredible neat.
Watching Pamela bent over rummaging through his clothes, knowing what she was about to find made his cock throb. Her legging covered bubble butt barely hid the shape of the soft mound of her lips. Her long hair draped forward, wavy and red like some fuckable mermaid.
"Wow. I'm not gonna lie this is a messy situation in here. Where on Earth does your wife put her clothes?" Pamela queried.
"In her room" Tom replied curtly.
Pamela looked in the mirrored door at Tom. His blue eyes piercing her with a somber look.
