Behind the Church Shed - Sex Stories

Behind the Church Shed

... Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before. Forcing herself to remember that this kid was ten years… well maybe seven years younger than her and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next. The revving of an engine made both she and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck could be viewed driving toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone besides her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction. Did he cum? Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted ...

... orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going. “Are you satisfied?” The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face drain of color as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool and merely shrugged and kept walking. “You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.” She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something. Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted to and through the kitchen doors, grabbing a set of keys before she reached the front door, opened it and locked it from the outside. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could probably cut him off if he hadn’t started running right when he was out of her sight. She was walking quickly past a man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising ...