It was a humid Sunday afternoon, and Sister Martha, a 35-year-old brunette with messy hair, was alone in the church, tidying up after the service. She wore a tight black fishnet bodysuit that highlighted her ample curves and a pair of stiletto heels that made her legs look endless.
As she knelt to arrange the hymnals, she felt a sudden urge to touch herself. She couldn’t help but remember the previous night’s dream, where a mysterious stranger took her to new heights of pleasure. She closed her eyes and let her hand wander down to her wetness, imagining it was the stranger’s fingers exploring her folds.
Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and saw a tall, handsome man standing in the shadows. He was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of dark sunglasses, even though they were indoors.
“I saw you from the confessional booth,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You looked like you needed some release.”
Martha’s heart raced as the stranger approached her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
“I… I don’t know if this is right,” she stammered, but the stranger was already on his knees, his hands on her thighs.
“Let me help you,” he said, his voice full of desire.
He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passion that Martha had never experienced before. She moaned as he ran his hands up her body, cupping her breasts through the fishnet material.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling at her earlobes and making her shiver with pleasure. Martha could feel herself getting wetter by the second, her body aching for more.
The stranger’s hands were everywhere, caressing her curves and making her moan with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, and Martha gasped as he began to explore her folds.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice full of desire. “I have to taste you.”
He pushed her back onto the altar, spreading her legs wide. Martha watched as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her wetness. She moaned as he began to lick and suck, his fingers exploring her slick folds.
Martha couldn’t help but cry out as the stranger brought her to the brink of orgasm, her body shaking with pleasure. She grabbed his head, pulling him closer as she came, her juices flowing onto his tongue.
But the stranger wasn’t done yet. He stood up, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled off his jacket, revealing a muscular chest and a rock-hard cock that was straining against his jeans.
Martha couldn’t help but stare, her body still tingling with pleasure. The stranger stepped closer, his cock pressing against her wetness.
“I want to be inside you,” he growled, his voice full of need.
Martha nodded, her body aching for more. The stranger pushed inside her, filling her completely. She moaned as he began to thrust, his cock hitting all the right spots.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they explored each other. Martha couldn’t help but cry out as the stranger brought her to orgasm again, her body shaking with pleasure.
The stranger followed soon after, his cock throbbing inside her as he came, filling her with his warmth.
As they lay together, panting and spent, the stranger leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I’ll see you in confession next week,” he said, before disappearing into the shadows.
Martha couldn’t help but smile as she got dressed, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew that she would never forget this encounter, and she couldn’t wait for next week’s confession.
