Once a week, Sister Mary would visit the nearby river to wash her garments. The peaceful flow of the water and the rustling of leaves always brought her a sense of tranquility. Her long, golden hair was usually tied in a neat bun, but on these occasions, she would let it cascade down her back, glistening in the sunlight.
One day, as she was washing her habit, she noticed a man watching her from a distance. He was tall, muscular, and had a ruggedly handsome appearance. Despite feeling uncomfortable, Sister Mary couldn’t help but feel a strange pull towards him.
Over the next few weeks, the man, who introduced himself as Ethan, started joining Sister Mary during her visits to the river. They would talk about various topics, from religion to nature, and Sister Mary found herself looking forward to their conversations. Ethan was respectful, kind, and had a certain charm that Sister Mary couldn’t resist.
One day, as they were sitting by the river, Ethan reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Sister Mary’s ear. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she looked into Ethan’s eyes, seeing a deep longing in them. Before she could react, Ethan leaned in and kissed her.
Sister Mary was taken aback, but she couldn’t deny the feelings that were coursing through her. She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to touch his face. They spent the rest of the day exploring each other’s bodies, their clothes discarded on the riverbank.
Ethan’s hands roamed over Sister Mary’s small, firm breasts, his fingers teasing her hard nipples. Sister Mary let out a soft moan as Ethan’s mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling around it. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
Ethan’s fingers found their way to Sister Mary’s wet pussy, stroking her clit in slow circles. Sister Mary gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. Ethan slid a finger inside her, then two, pumping them in and out of her wet hole.
Sister Mary was moaning louder now, her body trembling with pleasure. Ethan’s thumb continued to rub her clit as he fucked her with his fingers. Sister Mary’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shaking as she cried out Ethan’s name.
Ethan entered Sister Mary slowly, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. Sister Mary wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans echoing through the forest.
As they lay on the riverbank, their bodies spent and their breaths slowing, Sister Mary looked at Ethan with a soft smile. She knew that what they had done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. For the first time in her life, Sister Mary had experienced true pleasure, and she knew that she wanted more.
From that day on, Sister Mary and Ethan met at the river every week, their bodies coming together in a passionate dance of desire. They knew that what they were doing was sinful, but they couldn’t help themselves. The pull between them was too strong, and they were powerless to resist it.
