It was a Sunday morning and the sun streamed through the stained glass windows of the small church. The brunette woman with long hair, dressed in a tight-fitting fishnet dress, sat in the back pew. Her hair was messy, as if she had just woken up, and her dark eyes were heavy-lidded. She had always been a bit of a rebel, and the strict rules of the church had never sat well with her.
As the sermon droned on, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. She thought about the night before, when she had met a man at a bar. He was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. They had hit it off immediately, and before she knew it, they were back at her apartment, tearing each other’s clothes off.
She could still feel his hands on her body, his lips on her neck. She could still hear the sound of their moans, mixed with the slap of skin on skin. She had never felt so alive, so wanted.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the man from the night before, smiling at her. He had snuck into the church, hoping to see her again.
She couldn’t believe it. She had never expected to see him again, and yet here he was. She couldn’t help but smile back, her heart racing.
They slipped out of the church, their hands all over each other. They found a secluded spot behind the building, where they could be alone.
He pushed her up against the wall, his hands in her hair. She let out a moan as he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, and she couldn’t wait any longer.
She reached down, pulling up her fishnet dress. He didn’t hesitate, sliding his fingers inside of her. She was already wet, ready for him.
