I deserve something for myself don’t I? Adam thought. He shook his head. This wasn’t the place for such thoughts.
Subdued notes from the chapels bronze-cast pipe organ drifted dryly around the room, almost as dry as the fossil stroking they keys. “She’s more hairspray now than man,” he said in his best Vader voice. A sharp pain stabbed his side at roughly the same height and shape as his wife’s elbow.
“She’s 85. I hope you won’t be talking about me like that when I’m her age,” she said. Or what? He thought, you’ll not have sex with me for years at a time instead of months? His eyes drifted back to where Mrs. Lewis was sitting with her daughter. Lory was her name, though it felt odd to say it. Everyone here called each other brother or sister, as if entering the building was akin to traveling back in time to the 1700’s.
Big titty Lory, and her small tittied daughter. Roughly the same height, they both oozed sexiness, it was more than Adam could take most sundays. Normally ending with an early exit to go jerk off at home.
I wonder if she’s a prude in bed.
A figure passed in front of him, well shaven, hair close cropped in a standard white male executive buzz, suit and tie tailored to his scrawny body. How did he ever end up with Lory? How did I end up with…
Adam froze mid thought. Lory turned towards her husband, her cleavage knifing through the stale cheerio scented air to stab him between the eyes. If only that look was for me, maybe sunday wouldn’t be such a bore. Maybe I’d actually get laid. He began to swivel his head back towards the podium but stopped when Lory’s gaze failed to follow her husband.
Shit, he thought, caught staring again. Her eyes were on him they had to be, everyone else was looking forward. Muscles locked, it was impossible to escape the gaze of lucious lips Lory. He swallowed hard, then felt something else getting hard. She’s still looking, why? I’m still looking, why?
The answer was evident in the way her fire engine red lips curled into a knowing yet timid smile, the way her eyes spoke a far better sermon than what was currently being ignored from the pulpit. Adams hands began to shake. “Everything ok hun?” His wife asked. He snapped his gaze forward, but not before Lory pursed her lips and winked.
“I’m just really getting into the spirit of the meeting,” he said, heart still machine gunning his ribcage.
“It’s just the announcements for the week,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You know, if you don’t want to be here and participate, then you can just go.” Adam twisted in his seat to stare down at her, the sandpaper seat rasping beneath him. She was just so plain compared to Lory. Turtleneck so high it covered her pearls, hair in a tight bun, no makeup, and a skirt that would make an amish matron seem slutty. Suddenly it was all too much.
“Be right back,” he said, then scooted out past her knees into the aisle.
The hallway was empty save for the incesent droning coming from the 70’s style speakers built into the ceiling. Adam splashed luke warm water from the fountain onto his face, paced back and forth trying to get his emotions and his…body under control. Lory was just toying with him, or maybe she wasn’t really looking at him, there were plenty of people she could have been gesturing to. With a sigh he gave up on the fountain ever getting cold, and went to the bathroom.
“Don’t think of Lory. Don’t think of Lory,” he whispered to himself, then splashed more water onto his face. I’ve got to get home and take care of this, he thought, but he knew his wife would give him shit for skipping out again.
“Don’t think of Lory, don’t think of Lory.” He imagined her lips, her gaze, he imagined what she must look like naked. I wish I could have 10 mintues alone with her that’s it, just 10 mintues. He opened his eyes and let out slightly feminine yelp, then took an involuntary leap forward right into the counter.
“And why aren’t we thinking of Lory?” Lory asked, that too perfect smile of hers directed at him.
“I…you…” he stammered, “I think you have the wrong bathroom Sister Lewis.”
“Sister now?” She asked, taking another step forward. “Now it’s sister Lewis?” Her smile widened. Even her smile seemed to have a smile. “Please,” she said, taking another step, “call me Lory.”
She was close, so close now. Adam could feel the heat coming off her body. Dainty whisps of perfume curled around his nostrils, subtle yet so tantalizing. He bit his lip, swallowed down the lump in his throat, and tried to steady his breathing. None of it worked, he was losing control and he knew it.
I deserve something for myself don’t I?
He reached out and gripped her by the throat. The action startled him more than it did her, where was this coming from? His wife would never allow this kind of play.
And that’s why your doing it dumbass, he thought. If he was going to do this, he was going to DO this. Lory let out a seductive whimper then sucked in, causing her chest to heave out. He let go of her neck and the pair stared at each other, never breaking eye contact, even when the sound of his belt coming losse echoed in the small bathroom.
It was Lory that broke first. She glanced down, grinned, then sank to her knees. As she lowered, she gripped his white dress shirt, pulled it up, and kissed from his naval all the way down till her chin rested on his erect member, each kiss leaving a trail of crimson lip shaped imprints on his pale skin. Then she was kissing his shaft, first at the base, then outward, each contact leaving more of her lipstick until she reached his head.
Looking up she asked, “may I continue? It’s you men that lead this church, remember?” Adam nearly laughed out loud. Even from her position on the floor she could have convinced him to burn the building down if she’d but asked. He placed a hand on her head, ran his finger through her ink-black hair, the contrast striking against his irish skin, then guided her forward.
It was everything he ever imagined it to be. Lory’s mouth slid over his shaft like shaved legs on silk sheets. Her tongue tossed his head back and forth, pressed the underside of his cock and did things his wife couldn’t even comprehend. She bobbed, sucked, licked. Face pressed all the way to his balls, she glanced back up at him, tears forming in her magnificent eyes, spit trickling down her chin, vanishing into her cavernous chest.
Adam pulled out and helped Lory to her feet. “Stay,” he said, then locked the bathroom door. She eyed him as he returned, but didn’t move as commanded. He moved behind her, slid his hand up and down her curves, then took hold of the rear mounted zipper on her dress and slowly began to unzip her.
They both stared into the mirror as the dress slackened. He pushed the fabric off one shoulder, then the other, letting it fall to a heap at her high heeled feet. The bra clasp snapped loose, but Adam held the material in place, letting it slide little by little off her erect nipples.
Either the wait or the sensation caused her to bite her lip and let out a small growl.
“They’re even more glorious than I imagined them,” he said in a whisper, as her chest finally came into full view. He groped her from behind, pinched her nipples, kissed her neck. Lory began to grind her chastity white panties against his groin, moaning from the attention at her breasts.
“Watch,” he said, as he moved his hands down her smooth stomach and onto her wet mound.
“Is this what you wanted Brother? Is this what you’ve been thinking about every sunday for the last 5 years?”
Adam responded by yanking down on her thong, exposing her round ass and shaved pussy. “Fucking a married woman in church, so naughty,” she mocked.
He bent her forward over the counter. “A woman only SPEAKS,” he said, ramming her cunt, “when SPOKEN to.” He leaned in close, “Lory.” She glanced at him in the mirror, lust evident in her expression.
“Fuck me with that married cock.” Adam pumped her over and over, each thrust making her tits sway back and forth. Skin slapped against skin, each thrust more frantic and desperate than the last. Nearly 8 months of frustration all focused at the tip of his cock.
“Won’t have time for this later,” he said between thrusts, “a man and a woman should share equally.” With that he gripped one of her hands, and forced it to her clit.
Somewhere above a hymn was being sung over the speakers, but in the bathroom, Adam was squeezing Lorys hips and pulling her back into a final thrust. He gasped, filling her with his cum while watching her eyes roll back as a wave of orgasm overtook her.
“I thought you left,” Adams wife said.
“Me? Leave? No, I guess I’m just a church on Sunday kind of guy.”
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