Starved for Touch - Sex Stories

Starved for Touch

... to donate after her death. I'd spritz it with her favorite perfume, then lie in bed and hold the blouse to my face while stroking myself to orgasm. My memory of her was always so vivid then, bringing tears to my eyes. I'd begun to associate self-pleasure with grief.

But now I thought only of Anna: her sweet, shy smile, and the way she'd looked while rubbing herself against my thigh. The sounds she'd made when she climaxed. My cry echoed off the restroom walls as I came. Even after my hand slowed its stroking, ropes of semen continued to shoot forth. After I'd cleaned up the mess and washed my hands. I peered at my reflection in the mirror. I looked different, I thought. My stare wasn't as leaden, though I was alone and didn't need to pretend to anyone. A faint smile played at my lips, but it was quickly chased off by growing shame.

That night, I slept better than I had in months. I tried not to think about what Anna and I had done. All I could do was pray for God's forgiveness, though I didn't ask Him for the strength to resist the young woman the next time she came to me. It's said that God helps those who help themselves, and I didn't want to help myself by turning Anna away.

The following afternoon, I arrived home after visiting a parishioner who was in the hospital recovering from surgery. The parsonage where I lived was directly beside the church. The church property was located on a quiet side street and surrounded by woods. Across the street was an old ...

... house that had been vacant for some time. I liked the privacy of the immediate area. I was walking toward the front porch when I spotted Anna circling around the house. She gave me a sheepish grin as if she expected a reprimand. I couldn't stop myself from staring. Today she wore a sundress and sandals, her hair loose and flowing down her back. "Anna, what are you doing here? Where's your car?"

She clasped her hands behind her back, appearing prim while standing before me. "I parked behind the church so I wouldn't be seen." Her gaze grew tender. "I just wanted to see you. I hope you don't mind."

This was beyond risky; it bordered on sheer recklessness. If someone were to find me and Anna in my office with the door closed, I could always say she'd come to me for guidance about a private matter. But there was no legitimate reason for the two of us to be alone in the parsonage. Yet I strode toward her without hesitation, taking her hand. "Come with me," I whispered. Once we were safely inside, I turned to her. "Anna, do you want to... do what we did yesterday? Is that it?"

Though she quickly nodded, I noticed she couldn't hold my stare. "I was thinking we could, um, do it without clothes today, Rev-- I mean, Michael. Don't you think skin-on-skin would feel even better?"

I swallowed back a groan. Although I tried to lie to myself, I knew how this would turn out. Neither she nor I could be expected to control our impulses while lying naked in each other's arms. Still, I ...