Heidi and the Hand job at the Church [MF]

The first time Heidi showed up at our church youth group, she sat down next to me, winced, and confided she had painful rug burns on her ass from recent sex with her boyfriend.

I almost fell over.

I was somewhat nerdy (though also athletic), had not yet experienced luck with the ladies, and had never heard any girl say anything so sexual or revelatory. I was turned on and intimidated.

Heidi was 5’5″, maybe 125, with dirty blonde hair, big blue eyes, luscious lips, and amazing curves. Her hair fell in waves down past her shoulders. She resembled Cheryl Tiegs.

She dressed in a provocatively conservative fashion…meaning that she never wore overly revealing clothing — her dresses were never too short, her shirts never revealed skin. But, everything she wore was intentionally and perfectly tailored to cling to her curves and showcase them. I had never seen a sweater and jeans look so hot on a girl. She was an absolute knockout — like the girl next door, dressed to let you know she was ready to fuck.

And for reasons that escape me decades later, she set her sights on me. After our memorable introduction, and after she dumped her boyfriend, Heidi adopted me. She sat with me every time there was an opportunity to, partnered with me for every activity, constantly sought me out. It was dumbfounding, intimidating, and awesome. She was so beautiful I couldn’t believe she wanted anything to do with me.

Our new youth group leaders were enamored of showing us videos with great “Catholic themes,” as padt of our weekly gatherings.

Heidi loved them because it meant a chance to grope in the dark.

The very first time the lights went down, Heidi sat down next to me, wrapped a blanket around us, grabbed one of my hands, wrapped that hand and arm around her… and placed it directly on top of one of her breasts.

I froze, deathly afraid of being caught. I felt her nipple stiffen beneath the fabric. I looked at her. She just stared straight ahead…and smiled a wicked grin.

I realized we were fully covered by the blanket and relaxed just a bit. Through the fabric of her shirt, I caressed her breast and tweaked her nipple. Small, quiet sighs and a change in her breathing were the only signs she was aroused.

Suddenly, I felt a hand in my lap. It massaged my thigh, but quickly found its way to my diamond-hard cock. Slowly, she began to massage it through my jeans. I was so aroused that her every touch elicited feelings like some sweet fire racing through my groin. I felt her every touch,as she traced the outlines of my cock from base to head. It felt electric. I was going to explode, and soon.

I leaned over and whispered, “I am going to cum if you don’t stop.”

Her grin widened, she squeezed my cock, began rubbing it faster, and remained completely silent.

A few moments later, I felt my orgasm well up, and a moment later, I pulsed and shook and silently groaned as I soaked my boxers. Heidi held onto me, and her grin got even wider.

She leaned over and whispered, ” Just wait till the lock-in.”

To be continued….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7qfjpr/heidi_and_the_hand_job_at_the_church_mf