It was a Sunday morning like any other at the small church nestled in the hills. The sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the wooden pews. The congregation murmured their greetings to one another, taking their seats as the service began.
Among them was a woman, her long brunette hair cascading down her shoulders in loose waves, a few strands escaping from her messy bun. She wore a simple black dress and fishnet stockings, a small act of rebellion against the conservative norms of the community. Her eyes, however, seemed to hold a secret, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
As the service droned on, her gaze drifted to the man seated a few rows ahead of her. He was a frequent attendee, always sitting in the same spot, his blond hair slicked back and his suit impeccably tailored. She had noticed him before, their eyes meeting in passing, but today something felt different.
After the service, she found herself lingering in the aisle, waiting for him to exit the row. When he turned to leave, their eyes met once more, and this time she didn’t look away. She offered him a small smile, and to her surprise, he returned it.
“I’m Sarah,” she said, extending her hand.
“John,” he replied, his voice low and smooth. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
They exchanged pleasantries for a moment, before Sarah made her move. “Would you like to join me for coffee?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
John hesitated for a moment, before nodding. “I’d like that.”
They made their way to a small café down the street, the sexual tension between them palpable. Sarah ordered a coffee, her hand shaking slightly as she handed the barista her card. John watched her with a hungry gaze, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck and the swell of her breasts.
As they sat down at a table in the back, Sarah leaned in close, her lips brushing against John’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
John’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Sarah nodded, her lips curling into a smirk. “I want you,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to cup John’s growing erection.
John let out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah nodded, her eyes shining with desire. “Right here,” she said, her hand already reaching for the zipper of her dress.
John’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He reached for Sarah, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, before dipping down to tease her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Sarah let out a low moan, her hips grinding against John’s.
As Sarah slipped her dress down to her waist, revealing her lacy black bra and fishnet stockings, John’s eyes trailed down her body, taking in every inch of her. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
Sarah’s hands were already working at John’s belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle. As she freed his erection, her hand wrapped around him, stroking him firmly. John let out a low groan, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Sarah broke the kiss, her lips trailing down John’s neck, before reaching his nipple. She teased him with her tongue, before biting down gently. John’s hips bucked, his hands reaching down to grip Sarah’s hips.
Without warning, Sarah sank down onto John’s erection, her moan of pleasure muffled by John’s shirt. John’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down, as Sarah rode him hard.
The table shook with each thrust, their moans and gasps of pleasure filling the small café. Sarah’s hands gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood as she reached her peak. John followed close behind, his release spilling inside of her.
As they caught their breath, Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing against John’s ear. “I’ll see you next Sunday,” she whispered, before slipping her dress back up and making her way out of the café.
John sat back, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but one thing was for sure: he couldn’t wait for next Sunday.
