An unholy encounter -Â by archangel M
A priest and his elder sucumb to temptation
It was a drizzly Saturday morning when they drove to Ballarat from Edenhill, a small coastal town in regional Victoria. The windscreen wipers were on,. slowly moving across the windscreen.
Reverend Robert Stafford briefly glanced at the sleeping form in the passenger seat beside him. He smiled softly; his warm dark brown eyes scanning her slender body as she lay against the door frame, her soft green eyes gently closed and chest rising and falling from her deep breathing.
It was early morning and they were headed to a regional council meeting. He had taken Kerri Anne on in the last year and was training her to represent the local church at the regional church commitee meetings. Kerri Anne was Nureodiverse, she was the first member of Edenhill to have co morbid adhd and autism.
Rob turned his attention back to driving, satisified that Kerri Anne looked comfortable. He smiled softly. He was on his 6 parish, 30 years of ministry behind him and a 40 year marriage. He was growing tired but he stayed for the people. He had grown fond of Kerri Anne the last two years.
She was a beautiful woman. Just over 5.5 and a slender, toned figure. Long, thick curly auburn hair hung to her shoulder blades. A lightly tanned, heart shaped face with an often cheeky, friendly smile.
He was just under six foot. Still in good shape from walking a boisturous boarder collie dog for two hours a day and helping with regular working bees at the church and around town.
Because he and his wife Jana were often invited out for tea by the parish members they didn't have sugar at home. He had broad shoulders, short greyish hair and a slightly ruddy complexion and greying beard. He had a deep, assertive voice.
He turned off the high way and into Ballarat. It was just on 9am. They had made it in good timing. Kerri's eye lids fluttered open and she stretched and yawned. She glanced at him and blushed slightly. She was in awe of the older, compassionate minister, who was becoming her friend.
He pulled up at the old, red brick heritage listed Uniting Church and parked, shutting off the engine. Other council members were walking into the church. Kerri Anne undid her seatbelt and they smiled at each. 'We're just in time for a coffee,' he said.
The all day meetings were tiring for Kerri Anne but she enjoyed the experience as well as Rev Rob's company. This was her first all weekend meeting as a church rep and they were sharing an apartment style unit not far from the church with two bedrooms.
It was 7.30 pm and the Presbytery had provided a beautiful roast dinner and dessert. Kerri Anne was sitting on the couch watching a movie. Rev Rob was sitting at the table, typing his notes into his lap top. Kerri watched his long, thin fingers flying across the key board. Rob had been a journalist prior to ministry.
Rob scanned his written report and sipped some hot coffee. He was looking intently at it and trying to distract the urges that had been building up inside him all day. His jeans felt uncomfortable and tight around his groin and he longed to take them off.
It had been a while for him. His wife had been depressed and not really interested. She said she had felt fat and unattractive. He had inisited he didn't see her that way. So he had immersed himself in his work and in the growing parish, ignoring his own manly needs.