Going To Church - Sex Stories

Going To Church

... the money. “I’m sorry, all I have is a large bill. Do you have change for a hundred?”

“I believe I do.” She bent over to retrieve a cash box from the bottom drawer of her desk while looking up at me, offering a full view of her chest. This time, I knew this was no accident. This woman was coming on to me.

She handed me the change. Her blouse was wide open down the middle of her cleavage. I reached for the fifty dollars, taking her hand instead. There was no resistance as she stepped closer to me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. Our bodies were inches away from one another. I reached out and finished unbuttoning her blouse exposing her tits. Her skin was pale, her nipples were small and bright pink.

We didn’t say a word to one another. Her arms stretched out and around me, bringing me closer, hugging me. It was then that I saw how young she was, maybe in her late twenties. I was wearing a dress and could feel her hands reaching for the zipper. The familiar sensation of the air hitting my back as she opened my dress made my nipples erect. I took her by the arms and steered her to the top of her desk.

Her blouse fell open, and I started to suck her nipples. She responded with a long, quiet moan. I turned her over so I could have access to the zipper on the back of her slacks. My hand moved, pulling the zipper down and unfastening the clasp at the waistband. As I pulled down her pants, I was surprised, that a woman her age was wearing what I call, ...

... granny-panties. I yanked them to the floor showing off a milk-white ass. It was perfect.

She stood on her toes and said, “Please make me feel loved. I want to feel like a woman again.”

I didn’t know her and didn’t understand why she was saying that. My assumption was she was ignored by her spouse. From experience, I knew what she wanted. I knelt behind her, spread her legs, and started to taste her pussy. She put her head down into her arms and whimpered. Her body started to shiver. I held her hips tight in place.

Her breathing was fast. I knew she was coming. “Jesus Christ, that feels wonderful. Don’t stop, Oh God, please don’t stop.”

Then she became still, lying face down on her desk. I stood and lifted her and turned her toward me. Her eyes were red and watery as if she was crying. My dress had fallen to the ground. I stood before her in a lace thong, I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Now me,” was all I said.

In a single motion, I pulled off my saturated thong and sat down in the chair at her desk. I brought her onto her knees. My legs opened, exposing my pussy.

As she knelt before me, she said, “I’ve never done this before; I’m a virgin.”

I wasn’t surprised. “It’s okay, just do what you feel is natural. I’ll guide you.”

She lowered her head and started to imitate what I had done. I helped her along by spreading myself open. My clit started to become erect. She ran her tongue over it, and I flinched. Her head lifted momentarily, then she started to suck, finding a ...