Starved for Touch - Sex Stories

Starved for Touch

... was also half my age. But at that moment, I wanted to give her what she so desperately needed. And what I apparently needed, too. "Would you like me to... hold you for a few minutes?"

Her eyes widened a little, and I feared I'd made a terrible mistake. Maybe she misunderstood my intentions. Before I could try to explain, her lovely face broke into a smile. "I would like that so much, Reverend!"

As I slowly stood up from the desk, Anna's stare swept over me. I wore my usual outfit of dress pants and a button-down shirt. She waited in silence while I moved to the door and closed it. Though Anna and I were the only ones in the church that afternoon, I had no idea who might stop in. Church members occasionally sought me out when they knew I'd be in the office.

I felt my heartbeat quicken as I turned back to Anna. "Would you like to sit there?" I asked, nodding toward a small couch to the left of my desk. It was where couples normally sat when they came to me for marriage counseling. Anna nodded but waited for me to sit first. I expected her to take a seat beside me, and I struggled to hide my surprise as she slid onto my lap. Her arms immediately slipped around my neck. Looking at her, I realized our faces were just inches apart. I gave her an unsteady smile. "Okay, then."

If Anna noticed my nervousness, she didn't let on. I decided to do my best to relax. Leaning back against the couch, I drew her along with me. Once we were both comfortable, I held her close, ...

... and she rested her head on my shoulder. Neither of us spoke while our bodies settled into the embrace. Anna was right, I realized. I was starved for this closeness, this intimacy. As her warmth seeped through my clothes, my eyelids grew heavy. How long had it been since I'd had a decent night's sleep? I couldn't remember.

Anna seemed to sense my exhaustion. "Would you like to lie down?" she whispered. Though I worried that wasn't a good idea, I told myself we were only holding each other. We'd done nothing wrong. And I was so tired, as desperate for sleep as I was for her touch. Instead of answering Anna, I eased her down into a lying position with me. I was on my back, my head resting on the couch arm, while she lay on top of me. "This is nice," Anna said, snuggling even closer.

"Mmm hmm." I absently stroked her hair while telling myself we'd rest for just a few minutes. The warmth of the room, and the silence all around us, made me drift off. Anna's breathing was deep and even, and I thought she must be dozing, too.

I had no idea how long we stayed that way, sinking into deeper relaxation, before Anna began moving against me. I stirred awake, then looked down at her. I was about to ask if everything was okay when I noticed the rhythmic rocking of her hips. She'd positioned herself so that she was straddling my left thigh. I couldn't suppress a gasp as she worked her body against me. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. I saw her face had flushed even ...