It had been three days since I had last seen or heard from Lydia. I had expected to at least get another email letting me know when she would be able to meet with me but there hadn’t even been a peep. I had her number after she put it into my phone but I was quite nervous to initiate contact. I felt like she was flirting with me but I am often very bad at reading ques like that. Maybe she was waiting for that though. Maybe she needed some kind of sign that would give her permission to take things to another level. Sunday morning services were only two days away, maybe I could try and reach out to her and mention possibly meeting after that. As I sat in my office, I pulled my phone out and began authoring a message. After typing something out only to delete it, I finally landed on this.
Hey Lydia, hope your week has been fantastic. Just curious if you were still interested in chatting? I’ll be free after church Sunday morning. Hoping to see you soon!
I hit send. Regret immediately filled my mind. Hope to see you soon!? What the hell was that? Why did I add that? And why did I say I was curious if she still wanted to chat? If she wanted to she would have reached out! I felt so ridiculous.
My phone buzzed. It’s her.
Hey! Yes it’s been good. Sorry I haven’t emailed you yet. Busy w/ school. Glad you msg’d though :) Can you meet tomorrow afternoon? If not after church works! Can’t wait to see you again xx
My heart was racing. I was in my head about what everything meant though fairly quickly. Was the xx at the end specifically something she did for me or did she end all of her messages that way? Were text signatures still even a thing? Surely not. More importantly, was I free tomorrow afternoon? Fridays were basically the start of my weekend since I worked on Sundays. I checked my schedule. Tiffany was working until 5pm, which meant the girls would be at daycare. I would be free until they got home around 5:30pm.
I’m free all day tomorrow. Just let me know what time works best for you and I can meet you at my office.
The three dots popped up immediately as she began typing her response. I felt like I was in high school again. My heart was racing. There were butterflies in my stomach.
I get out of class at noon on Fridays and free all day after that. Meet at 1? :)
The church offices were only open until noon on Fridays. No one would be at the church if I were to meet her at 1. If someone happened to pop in, or see me leaving along with a gorgeous young female, suspicions would not be far behind. I’ve never felt so attracted to someone though. There was an undeniable pull. There was a war raging inside me about whether or not to push for after service Sunday, if only to assure there would be other people in the office. Before I knew it though I had responded.
See you at 1 tomorrow!
The scenarios were racing through my mind. I thought about immediately taking her in my arms and kissing her passionately as soon as the door shut behind her. Lifting her onto my desk and her unclasping my belt, all but ripping my pants open and taking my cock in her hand. Watching as she gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles turning white, as I pushed deep into her tight young pussy. My phone buzzed, pulling me back to reality. I hadn’t even realized how hard I had become, and that I was rubbing my cock through my pants. Thank God no one had come into my office.
Xx I’ll wear another dress like the one I had on Monday night since you liked it so much ;)
If nothing else this response removed any doubt that she was attracted to me as well. Would she be willing to cross the line that I had been imagining stepping over since meeting her? Time would not only reveal the answer to that question, but whether or not I would be willing to actually cross it if given the opportunity.
I let the church secretary know that I had a meeting with a student and would be in the office tomorrow afternoon. This was common practice so as security and maintenance wouldn’t be alarmed if they heard movement or speaking. In my mind it would also ease any concerns if someone saw me walking in on a day that I am rarely if ever in the office. As I drove home I couldn’t stop thinking about how I might make a move while Lydia was in my office. How could I let her know that I desired her? I started feeling selfish because she did mention her background and wanted to talk about questions she had. That should be my focus. That quick glimpse of her butt as she turned, spinning her dress on Monday night, would not leave my mind however. I had been wondering whether or not she had been wearing panties since then.
I get home and take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. When I walk in though, there is not the normal sound of toddlers playing. Instead I hear faint moaning. I set my stuff down lightly, and begin to slowly make my way toward the bedroom. Tiffany’s car is the only one in the driveway. Did she bring someone home with her? Surely not. She knows what time I get home. If anything I was a little late this evening. I walk a little further down the halfway and can see her feet on the bed. I can tell she is on her back and her knees are bent, the inside of her ankles are showing as her legs are spread. She’s masterbating, and has no idea that I’m home. I walk a little further, and see that while she is pleasuring herself, she still has her panties on. I don’t know why but knowing that her panties were soaked right now really turned me on. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and gently lowered them to the floor, stepping out so that my legs were free. I then carefully removed my boxer briefs. I wanted to watch her without her knowing. I wanted to see her lose herself in the self love she was currently appreciating. I couldn’t see anything past her stomach but could tell just by her arm placement and the way her body was squirming that she was playing with and squeezing her breast with one hand. What I could see plainly was how she was slowly rubbing against her pussy in circles through her panties. I began to stroke my cock at the same pace I could see her rubbing herself. I began to imagine that I was watching Lydia play. I began to see my hands running along her thigh. I began to imagine licking Lydia’s wet panties, tasting her that first time. Tiffany’s breathing quickened. Her moans were getting louder. I could see Lydia on top of me rolling her hips back and forth. I could feel her hand on my chest as she used it for leverage. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slowly looked further into the bedroom. Tiffany’s eyes were closed and she was so lost in what she was doing that she still had no idea I was there. I grabbed her hips and wrapped my fingers in her panties, pulling them down and off then quickly turning her over on her stomach. She gasped loudly at first as I obviously startled her but without saying a word lifted her hips off the bed when I rolled her over.
“Mmmm fuck me daddy please!” she moaned.
I wasn’t waiting for her permission, but I loved when she called me that. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy. She was dripping wet. I still had her panties in my other hand. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled deeply. Nothing smells better than a yearning pussy.
“Daddy pleeease… I need your hard cock right now.” she begged.
I licked the wet spot on her panties, closing my eyes and imagining tasting Lydia, a moan escaping me. Suddenly Tiffany reached back and grabbed my cock.
“Put it in me daddy, stretch my tight pussy!” She demanded in a pouty tone.
I threw her panties to the floor, grabbed her waist with my left hand, guided my cock into her with my right hand before gripping her hip tightly and then thrust hard and deep into her. She gasped deeply. “OOH my God, yes!” she whined. I started to thrust hard and fast into her, spanking her ass.
“MMM baby you like that? You need your little pussy filled baby?” I asked through gritted teeth as I pushed hard and fast into her, digging my fingers into her hips.
“YES DADDY!!! OH I LOVE THE WAY YOUR COCK FEELS INSIDE ME!!” She exclaimed.
Her cum was already dripping. I have no idea how long she had been massaging her pussy but before I knew it I could feel her pussy contracting around me.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That’s it baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She cried. I didn’t let up. I leaned over her and moved my right hand over her clit and began firmly massaging quickly. I started thrusting into her as deep and as hard as I could.
“Give it to me baby. Push for me! C’mon I need all that cum!” I demanded.
“YES DADDY!!! OOOOOH OOH!!!” She cried. “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!! OOOOOH DADDY YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!” Tiffany screamed, burying her face in the bed as she continued to moan. Her body began to quiver as a flood of cum gushed from her pussy. I kept thrusting, the sensation was nothing short of incredible. The sound of my cock sliding into her drenched pussy, her ass smacking against my lower waist, all of it was intoxicating.
“MORE BABY!!!! DONT YOU FUCKING STOP!!! I WANT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!! I LOVE YOUR PUSSY BABY!!!” I demanded from her, spanking her firm ass again.
“Oh Daddy!!!!!!! Fill my pussy please daddy!!!! I need your cum!!!!” She whined as her body still shook from orgasm.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and thrust one last time hard and deeply into her, flexing and pushing my load as hard as possible. My cock twitched as I came harder than I could remember. Tiffany’s pussy was still contracting tightly as she was experiencing multiple sustained orgasms. I loved how it felt being inside her as she milked me.
“MMMMM Daddy yes!!” She moaned as I filled her. I continued to slowly move in and out of her, before she pulled away and quickly spun around on her stomach, now facing me. She looked up at me as she took my balls in her mouth, sucking. She never broke eye contact as she then ran her tongue along my shaft, making her not to leave one drop of cum. She took my cock in her mouth, the tip down her throat, and sucked as she slowly moved her lips back off. She then raised to her knees and swallowed.
“I love how we taste baby.” she said, before running her fingers between her pussy lips and then sucking the combined cum off. She then kissed me, our tongues teasing each other. I could taste her sweetness and my saltiness. This was a first. “We need to change the sheets now.” she said with a giggle. She wasn’t wrong. We had made a mess.
Later that night, on clean sheets, while spooning with nude with Tiffany, Lydia was running through my mind. I felt so awkward at that moment. Here I was, my wife’s ass pressed against me, my arm draped over her, my hand gently massaging her breast. My chin was on her shoulder. Our legs were intertwined. However all I could think about, all I could picture, was Lydia bent over my desk begging for me to fill her pussy the way Tiffany had.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand behind me. Tiffany was asleep so I slowly and gently moved so as not to wake her. I grabbed my phone. It was Lydia. My heart began racing. I looked back to make sure Tiffany was asleep. I swiped open my phone and went to the message.
Goodnight pastor. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow :-*
As I finished reading the text, a picture appeared. It was Lydia, wearing a blue and white sundress that fell about mid thigh. She was using her middle finger on her left hand to lift the dress on her left leg, nearly exposing her groin. Her nipples were poking through as she was obviously not wearing a bra. She was biting her lip, looking directly into the camera with eyes that made her intentions very clear.
Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.
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