[F21] The lord is my shepherd….

*… I shall not want. But I did, and it opened up a whole new world.* ?

I was helping my mother organize a fund raiser in the parish house next to our church. I was a good girl or, so I thought). My parents are strictly religious, and although I could never quite connect to their idea of right or wrong, I was still raised that way. Hell, at 20 years of age I had never as much as watched an R-rated movie.

When we arrived at the parish house and started setting up cake stands, our senior minister came over to introduce a “new member of our community”, who had offered to help out at the stands. He was a good-looking guy in his 30s, with dark hair and green eyes. He shook my mother’s hand and greeted me, asking for my name. I usually don’t have trouble speaking.. but when he was looking at me, my voice caught in my throat. I managed to awkwardly tell him my name and quickly ran away, pretending to busy myself with the cake sales. I was weirdly intrigued, without knowing why.

For the next few hours I just couldn’t banish him from my conscience, no matter how hard I tried. I remember trying to recite bible verses in the desperate try to rid my mind of him, but the harder I tried, the more I felt the desire to talk to him, get to know him. I asked my mother for a break to go outside and clear my head. The fresh air helped me feel a little less hot and flustered, but still I couldn’t clear my mind. Deeply in thoughts, I passed the church and ended up at the little pasture that belongs to the parish house (I come from quite a small village), where I stood for a while, watching the few sheep graze in the fading evening light. I was so deep in thought, in fact, that I didn’t notice that someone had followed me here until I felt his hands on my hip. Startled, I let out a little scream, and only calmed when I heard a familiar voice in my ear. A voice whose owner was the reason I had come out here in the first place. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you’, he said in a low tone, withdrawing his hand. I just stood there, completely frozen. I didn’t know what to do or say – quite apart from the fact that I didn’t trust my voice anyway.

Turned out I didn’t need to. After a few seconds of silence I could sense him moving closer, and suddenly felt his breath on my neck. My nerve endings seemed electrified and when he whispered in my ear, it felt as though my whole body was concentrating on the one small part behind my ear where I could feel his warm breath graze my skin. ‘Want to try something?’

Without thinking, I whispered ‘yes’, painfully aware of how breathless my voice must have sounded.

‚Do you trust me?‘

His question caught me off-guard. Did I trust a stranger? A man I had just met hours before?. I know I shouldn’t. But my body had already answered for me. My legs felt weak, I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing for a moment as I drew a shaky breath. I heard a small laugh behind me, and the vibration sent shivers down my spine. I felt light-headed as I drank in his smell, the feeling of his hand on my side.

He was so close…

And again, I heard his voice, this time merely a whisper. The warmth at my back told me there were just inches separating our bodies. ‘Do you trust me?’

‘Yes’. It took me a moment to realize it had been my voice that had uttered this.

‘Open your blouse.’ I had to double-take his words. Open my blouse? I was just wearing my church blouse, and a bra underneath. I would be half-naked in front of a stranger! I wanted to turn around and furiously ask him what he was thinking, but he caught my hip and held me in place. ‘Lia. Open your blouse. Now.’ He sounded rougher now, daring me to contradict him. I felt my cheeks flush as I slowly began unbuttoning my white blouse. I couldn’t stop my fingers from trembling. It felt as though a thousand butterflies were rushing through my body. Only that they weren’t in my stomach.. but somewhere deeper. I finally reached my last button and the blouse fell open, revealing my small, milky breasts, bulging out of a simple white bra, as my breaths made my body tremble.

‘Good’, I heard from behind me. ‘Now, take it off.’ I slipped out of my blouse. Suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, I crossed my arms in front of my chest as the blouse fell to the floor. The cold night air made me shiver… Or was it something else?

‘Good girl. Now, pull up your skirt so I can have a good look at what I am working with.’ Hesitantly I unfolded my arms to grab the hem of my pleaded skirt. What did he mean… w*hat he was working with*? I blushed again, more violently this time, as I pulled up my skirt and revealed my backside to him. Suddenly, without warning, I felt his hands grab my bum and, before I could say anything, start massaging me with rough, strong motions.

Why did I know this was wrong, yet my body felt like this was all I had ever wanted? Why did my lips betray me like this, parting to let a small moan escape? And why were my panties soaked with something that embarrassed me and turned me on at the same time?

‘I thought so’, he said. ‘Tell me what you are thinking’. Had he read my mind? ‘Now. Don’t you dare lying. I will know.’

‘I feel.. my body…. Everything feels so intense.’ I dreaded, but simultaneously hoped for him to ask for more detail. My body felt ablaze with something I had never felt before, and I wanted more. I didn’t even know what it was that I craved, yet my whole body ached for more, and I could feel myself involuntarily shifting closer towards him, willing his hands to never stop.

Just as I thought this, his movements broke off. The sudden emptiness made me let out another moan, I didn’t even care who heard it. I just wanted to keep feeling him.. feeling him in other places, tasting more of this sweet agony…

‘You think too much’. Again, he had caught me. ‘Please’, I couldn’t help but whisper. ‘Please… Don’t stop.’ I made a small step backwards, without even thinking. I just wanted to feel him again, seeing what else could happen. What else my body was capable of feeling beneath his strong, brawny hands. Finally, I felt my body connect to his. Encouraged by his warmth, I pressed myself closer. For a moment, I was scared I had gone too far. Was this not what I was supposed to do? It had just felt so right… I felt myself pulsating, such a strange sensation, such a sweet pull… And finally, I could hear him whisper my name. ‘Lia’. Was it my imagination, or was his voice a little coarse? ‘Lia’, he whispered again, louder this time, grabbing my hips and abruptly pulling me closer, closing the last distance between our bodies, pushing something big and hard against my backside. Thinking he would grab me again I began to grind against him, craving to feel more of him. The lace of my panties rubbed against my fragile butt, and I could feel the wet between my legs spreading.

Finally, he grabbed me again, forcing my hips against his, making me grind harder, ripping my panties off his other hand.. when he abruptly stopped and retreated. I moaned, the sudden emptiness leaving me aching, disoriented for a moment and shivering with desire.

*Only in movies everything is perfect, and because real life isn’t so kind, my mother had come to look for me… The fundraiser had ended and he had heard her calling for me long before I had (arousal still fogs my senses every time, without fail), leaving me dripping wet, frantically trying to get dressed and compose myself before being dragged home.*

*Don’t worry, he did finish what he started at a later point… But for now I will leave you aching, just like he did with me ;)*

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