Sister Martha, a devout woman of the church, had always been known for her long, dark brown hair that cascaded down her back in soft waves. She wore it in a neat bun while she led the congregation in prayer, but today she had let it down, the loose strands framing her face and giving her a softer, more approachable appearance.
As she moved through the sanctuary, tidying up after the day’s services, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of restlessness. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, and the silence of the empty church only seemed to amplify her longing.
It was then that she noticed him, a young handyman hired to fix a leaky pipe in the basement. He was tall and muscular, with rough hands and a scruffy beard that only served to make him more attractive in her eyes.
She felt a sudden urge to run her fingers through his hair, to feel the rough stubble against her skin. And as if reading her mind, he looked up and caught her gaze, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched her own.
Without a word, he crossed the room and took her in his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he nibbled and licked at her sensitive skin. She gasped as he reached her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he growled, his hands roaming over her body.
She responded by fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her fingers shaking with desire as she exposed his muscular chest. She ran her hands over his pecs, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to reveal her black fishnet stockings and lacy panties. She shivered as he ran his fingers over the delicate fabric, his touch setting her skin on fire.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband, pulling them down her legs as she stepped out of them. She was bare now, except for her stockings and garter belt, and she felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable.
But she didn’t have time to feel self-conscious, because he was on his knees in front of her, his mouth pressed against her pussy. She cried out as he licked and sucked at her clit, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair as she held him in place.
He slid a finger inside of her, then two, stretching her open as he prepared her for what was to come. She moaned as he added a third finger, her hips bucking against his mouth as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Finally, he stood up and pulled her towards him, his cock hard and ready. She reached down and wrapped her hand around it, stroking him slowly as she looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
He groaned as she took him in her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she sucked him deep. She could feel him throbbing against her tongue, his pre-cum salty and sweet on her taste buds.
He pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her hips, lifting her up and impaling her on his cock. She cried out as he filled her, her pussy clenching around him as he began to thrust.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat as they chased their release. He reached up and pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as she moaned and begged for more.
Finally, they came together, their orgasms crashing over them like a tidal wave. She collapsed against him, her head resting on his shoulder as they caught their breath.
They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, before finally pulling apart. She straightened her clothes, her hair a mess of tangles and curls, and smiled at him.
“I’ll see you again soon,” she whispered, before turning and walking away, leaving him to wonder when and where they would meet again.
