In the dimly lit sacristy of the ancient cathedral, Sister Maria, a brunette with long hair often tied in a messy bun, was preparing the vestments for the evening mass. Her heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the whispered words of Father Thomas during their last confession.
Father Thomas, a man of distinguished features with a hint of gray in his hair, entered the room. He locked the door behind him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and guilt. Maria’s breath hitched as she felt the weight of the impending transgression.
He approached her, his steps echoing in the quiet room. Without a word, he gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes met, and in that moment, the air between them was thick with anticipation.
His hands reached for her face, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Maria responded eagerly, her body melting into his. His fingers found the zipper at the back of her habit, slowly lowering it, exposing her lace lingerie underneath.
Father Thomas broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples through the lace. Maria moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers. His hands slid up her thighs, hitching up her habit. His breath was hot against her skin as he nuzzled her through the lace of her panties. Maria gasped as his tongue darted out, tasting her through the fabric.
With a growl, Father Thomas ripped aside the lace, exposing her to his gaze. His tongue delved into her, tasting her fully. Maria cried out, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her.
His fingers joined his tongue, probing her, preparing her. Maria was beyond thinking, her body moving in rhythm with his fingers. She was wet, ready for him.
Father Thomas rose, his eyes dark with desire. He unbuckled his belt, freeing his hard length. Maria’s eyes widened as she took in the size of him. He guided her to the nearby table, pushing her back onto it.
He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Maria looked up at him, her eyes pleading. With a thrust, he filled her, her moan echoing in the room.
He started slow, his pace increasing as Maria met him thrust for thrust. Their bodies moved in sync, their moans filling the room. The table creaked under their passion, their bodies slick with sweat.
Father Thomas reached between them, finding her clit. He rubbed circles around it, his thrusts becoming erratic. Maria’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body tensing as she reached her peak.
With a final thrust, Father Thomas followed, his release filling her. They stayed there, panting, their bodies entwined. The weight of their sin hung heavy in the room, but neither of them regretted it.
As they straightened their clothes, their eyes met. They shared a silent promise, a vow to keep their secret. And with that, they returned to their duties, their secret locked away in the sacristy.
