In the small town of Aldersgate, Sister Maria was known for her devotion to the Lord and her long, golden hair that she always kept in a neat braid. She was a simple woman, with small breasts and a petite figure. Her modest attire, a plain black dress and a white apron, covered her from neck to ankle, but it couldn’t hide her youthful beauty.
One day, while cleaning the church, she noticed a tear in her stockings. She looked around, making sure no one was there, and quickly removed her dress and apron, revealing her nude body underneath. She reached for the fishnet stockings she kept in her bag, excited by the thought of wearing something so provocative under her modest attire.
As she put them on, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation, a tingling feeling that started between her legs and spread throughout her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, admiring her reflection, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her small breasts and her nipples hardening at the thought of being seen like this.
She heard a noise and quickly turned around, but there was no one. She let out a sigh of relief, but the tingling sensation was still there. She decided to finish her chores, but as she bent down to clean the altar, she felt a hand on her back. She turned around, startled, and saw a figure standing there.
It was Father Thomas, the new priest in town. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked at her, not in shock, but with a certain curiosity. Maria quickly covered herself, but Father Thomas walked towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I-I’m sorry, Father,” Maria stuttered, her heart racing.
“It’s alright, Sister Maria,” Father Thomas said, his voice calm and soothing. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your body. It’s a gift from God.”
He reached out and gently touched her hair, his fingers running through her golden locks. Maria couldn’t believe what was happening. She felt a warmth spreading through her body, a heat that she couldn’t ignore.
Father Thomas leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. Maria felt a jolt of electricity, her body responding to his touch. She kissed him back, her hands reaching up to touch his face.
He slowly unbraided her hair, letting it fall down her back. He ran his fingers through it, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Maria felt her body trembling, her breath hitching as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on her skin.
He reached down and touched her breasts, his hands cupping them, his thumbs grazing her nipples. Maria let out a soft moan, her body arching towards his touch. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his teeth gently nibbling.
Father Thomas then moved his hand down between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He stroked her, his fingers sliding in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Maria let out a loud moan, her body shaking as she reached her climax.
Father Thomas then unzipped his pants, his hard cock springing free. Maria looked at it, her eyes widening. She had never seen one before, but she knew what it was for.
Father Thomas guided her to the altar, his hands on her hips. Maria climbed up, her legs spread open, her body trembling with anticipation. Father Thomas entered her, his cock filling her up. Maria let out a loud moan, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
Father Thomas started to move, his thrusts slow and steady at first, then faster and harder. Maria met his thrusts, her body moving in rhythm with his. She felt her orgasm building up again, her body tensing up.
With one last thrust, Father Thomas fill her up, his warm cum filling her up. Maria let out a loud moan, her body shaking as she reached her climax.
They stayed there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowing down. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of guilt and satisfaction.
“This never happened, Sister Maria,” Father Thomas said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, Father,” Maria replied, her voice just as soft.
They both got dress, their bodies still tingling from the encounter. They went their separate ways, their secret shared between them.
From that day on, Maria couldn’t help but feel a strange connection to Father Thomas. She couldn’t help but think about their encounter, her body responding to the memory. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it.
She was tempted, but she couldn’t resist.
