The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11

... Maybe, especially if I couldn't see them. I loved to be touched all the time.

In church, I would sit with Britney and if our arms touched while we sat and listened, it would send chills up my spine. If I went to sing with the choir and someone touched me accidentally as we took the platform, I could barely focus on the songs for the tingling in my whole body.

As I walked through, if I saw someone getting ready to touch me, I would lean into it, moving my body, shaking my tits, wiggling my ass, even cupping someone's hand and cupping it against me as we brushed by. When I saw a man approaching, and I adjusted my course to arrange contact, as his hand brushed me I clasped it with mine and leaned into him, and when I sensed how close our lips were, I leaned in to kiss him.

He returned the kiss and I stopped for a moment, my hand pulling free from Brit. She grabbed my hand, pulling me on as she teased "Come on, slut."

Having gotten to know our way around Plato's pretty well, we made the rounds unassisted. I picked out some new underwear and a new pair of mid-calf boots. Brit picked out a couple of things as well. Then we retired to one of the chaises and I sat to watch the porn that was playing. When I sat back, Brit sat beside me and leaned back into the corner of the chaise and draped her legs over mine.

I was immediately nervous. I think maybe she was too, because as much as we had been talking, we suddenly were not saying anything. We were just staring at the ...

... video of a large breasted in vinyl putting her fist elbow deep up a chained guy's ass. As enthralled as I was by this, I couldn't concentrate on anything except my skin touching Britney's skin.

I put my hand across her thigh, as if I was just resting it there. She didn't balk but didn't say anything either. So, I sat there not moving for what felt like an eternity before I began to move my fingers back and forth just to intimate a slight caress.

She moaned, ever so subtly and I think her legs spread slightly.

I continued rubbing her legs until I was positive that she knew what I was doing. When I was, I moved my hands, placing them flat against the inside of her thigh making full contact and stroking lightly.

Her thighs parted more perceptibly and when I dared to look at her, she was looking directly at me. I moved my face closer to hers, and she moved to meet me. Our lips met and we pressed together, looking into each other's eyes and we met and parted.

"I've been wanting to do that." I said softly.

"MMM, me too" she replied

I put my arms around her shoulder and pulled her close, meeting her lips again. This time, my lips parted slightly and her tongue met mine. I took the tip of her tongue in my lips and held it for a moment before taking it back into my mouth until our lips met again.

I moved my hand behind her neck and pulled her in tight. Her hand fell to my breast. Just a gentle caress and a little squeeze at the end. "I wish I had these," she ...