Where it happened: church
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
When I was 24 some new technology was introduced into the printing industry and the newspaper I was with decided to send me to another city for 3 weeks to learn about it with one of our associate publications.
She was the receptionist, a girl several years younger than I was who was recently just out of high school, but despite her younger age I had noticed her the moment I arrived there. I thought she was the hottest looking chick I’d ever seen, and I quickly found out that she had a boyfriend who seemed to be quite protective of her, and she also lived in the outer suburbs, and the boyfriend picked her up and then drove her home every night right after work. I might flirt with her, but there was no way that I could ever ask her out and furthermore I also had a girlfriend and really didn’t want to fool around.
The chemistry however was most interesting. I had never experienced anything like that before with any woman I had met, including my girlfriend of three years. It seemed she liked me quite a lot and I like her.
We soon began to have our one hour lunch breaks and coffee breaks together, and then on my last day she suggested that during our lunch hour we should take a walk to an old church not far away that was a building of historical significance and thought that I might like to see it.
The church was one of the oldest in Detroit, and was open for worshippers to come by. It was kind of dark inside and almost empty. She took my hand and silently walked with me, looking at all of the elaborate carvings a century or more old, and the painted ceilings and the stained glass windows that craftsmen had created generations previous to our own. An older lady was worshipping on one of the front rows. I was impressed by the magnificance of the old structure, but especially liked the feeling of her warm hand as hers clasped mine as she was leading me around and pulling me from one thing to another.
We had gone into a room near the back. It was unused. I think it had previously been a nursery or something and it was really small with hardly any light in it at all.
She closed the door behind us, holding still upon my hand as she led me over to the wall and told me she would really miss not seeing me at the office, and then a moment later we were kissing, and a moment later it became most urgent, our tongues then tasting one anothers saliva deep inside each others mouths, and then I felt her hand come up my thigh and feel my crotch, my cock reacting!
It was the most erotic feeling ever! My heart almost stopped, then pounded in my chest as it began to pump the blood into my penis. She seduced me and knew damn well before we came what she was wanting! I knew that I could never stop myself! My hands were underneath her skirt, feeling for her buttocks, pushing down her panties as I grasped her naked flesh and touched the nest of fur, the wet and anxious cunt between her thighs!
The intensity of the moment was enormous! Her love canal was ready, sucking on my finger like it might do with a cock! My cock extended harder than I’d ever felt before! She wanted me to fuck her! I wanted to oblige! I lifted her upon me as her legs wrapped round my butt, my cock then at the entrance, then slid into her cunt!
Too quickly it was over. We had done it standing up against a wall inside a church and were soon walking back toward the office making small talk as though what we had done had never happened. We never spoke of it all. Like animals we had gratified our lusts and our desires. I had spent my sperm and given all, squirting it inside the deepest chasms of her cunt as I had felt the spasms of female orgasm grasp upon my cock as she was cumming, her muffled squeals of lust and pleasure as my knees began to weaken, her world no longer part of mine, her buttocks pumping anxiously as though she wanted more than what I gave, the pleasure so intense I can’t describe!
Her boyfriend came to pick her up. They kissed. It was as though her day had been quite normal. She waved to me as she walked by the office, then turned away as though it were a friend she’d see tomorrow. It was over.
It was the last time that I would see her, perhaps the most beautiful young woman I had met. I never saw her breasts or touched her nipples. We had fucked, and that was all we did.
I married the girl who a I was going with at the time and am still happily married to her, though I have never told her what happened during that one hour lunch break. Sometimes though I really think I should, but am worried about her reaction that I cheated on her at the time.
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