Once a week, Sister Mary would make a trip to the nearby town to gather supplies for the church. She was a small woman, with long blonde hair that she kept tucked under her habit. Her breasts were small and firm, and she always wore a white undershirt beneath her robes.
On this particular day, as she was browsing through the market, she caught the eye of a man named Jack. He was a ruggedly handsome man, with a smoldering gaze that made her heart race. He approached her, and they struck up a conversation.
Jack was a construction worker, and he couldn’t help but notice Sister Mary’s delicate hands. He jokingly asked if she was in need of a strong man to help her with any heavy lifting. Sister Mary laughed and told him that she could handle it herself, but she appreciated the offer.
As they continued to talk, Jack couldn’t help but notice the way Sister Mary’s eyes sparkled when she laughed. He found himself drawn to her, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye.
Sister Mary felt the same way about Jack. She had never met a man like him before. He was kind, funny, and had a certain rugged charm that she found irresistible.
As they walked back to the church, Jack offered to carry the heavy bags for Sister Mary. She hesitated for a moment, but then agreed. As they walked, they talked about their lives, and Sister Mary found herself opening up to Jack in a way she never had before.
When they arrived at the church, Sister Mary invited Jack inside. She showed him around the beautiful old building, and they eventually found themselves in the confessional.
Jack couldn’t help but notice the way Sister Mary’s habit clung to her body, outlining her small breasts and the curve of her hips. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath his fingers.
Sister Mary felt the same way. She had never felt such a strong attraction to a man before. She found herself imagining what it would be like to feel Jack’s hands on her body, to feel his lips on hers.
