Being a pastor is an awesome responsibility, and I do feel the burden of the office. I want to make myself available to help people in their lives. Sometimes my methods are unconventional but I feel a responsibility to do almost anything to help my flock.
One of the people that came to me for help was Nancy. Nancy was a widow, her husband having passed away a couple of years ago. Since that time, Nancy seemed to have gotten used to her new reality, and she volunteered in so many things around the church. Children's programs, choir, women's ministry, Nancy was involved in all of them.
Nancy was a very quiet person, almost mousy. She was always happy to help and support the church, but she was never going to be the one out front. We had never really had any conversations of any substance. She was always friendly with me, but she was just so shy that Nancy was kind of easy to overlook.
Her appearance didn't help. I knew that she was still fairly young, early fifties, but she seemed content to dress in clothes that were very out of style. Even though most of the women in the church wore dresses and skirts, most of them would find very fashionable clothes that looked great on them. But Nancy's clothes were frumpy. She was very modest and the style did nothing to make her more attractive. And her hair was put up in a bun. It had no gray that you could see, but again the style made her older than she was. She looked like the classic widow lady.
Nancy wasn't plump at all. In fact, she was quite small. She was about 5-2, and she couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds. I liked Nancy, loved her as a member of the church, but she was never the first person that anyone would think of when talking about the church. There were several women, both young and old, who were much more attractive.
Anyway, I was working in my home office one Monday, trying to catch up on some work that I had neglected. I was dressed in a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. Around 10, I heard the doorbell and I went out to answer it. I was really surprised to see Nancy at the door. I invited her in, hugged her in a brotherly way, quickly, and then I invited her to sit with me on the couch. She started to move in that direction, but then she stopped and said, "I'm not bothering you, am I? I just need to discuss something with you. It's sort of personal."
I said, "I have all the time you need, Nancy. If you want to talk, then let's just sit down."
Nancy had sat on the couch, and she looked very nervous. I sat down in a chair next to her, wondering what was on her mind.
Nancy just decided to jump right in. "Pastor, it's been a couple of years since George died, and I've decided that it's time for me to move on. I've mourned his loss long enough, and I need to get my life back. But I'm concerned because I haven't dated any other man, and I don't know what I'm doing!"
I said, "Nancy, I think that's a fine idea. You're still a young and vibrant woman, and I'm sure that there are a lot of men who would love to get to know you. Now, how can I help?" I laughed. "Do you want me to set you up with someone?"
She laughed with me and said, "No, nothing like that. Pastor, I know that I dress very conservatively, but I think it's time for me to come out of my shell. So, well, I know this seems crazy, but I want to show you an outfit that I bought and I want you to let me know what you think. Is that ok? I need to know if I can still be attractive."
I hadn't noticed the bag that she had brought with her, but now I realized that she had brought an outfit along with her. I said, "That's fine, I'm happy to help. Would you like to use my restroom?"
She stood and said, "Yes please. I'll be just a moment. Don't go anywhere.", and she moved quickly to the restroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
She was gone for several minutes and I was starting to wonder about her. Soon, though, I saw the door open and Nancy appeared. She came out slowly, seeming to be very self-conscious.
Nancy had nothing to be shy about. The woman that came out of that bathroom was not the same woman that had gone in. She had redone her hair, letting it bounce freely over her shoulders. It was thick and glossy, a mane of dark brown hair. She had also put on some makeup and her face was transformed. It wasn't too much, but it accentuated her pretty blue eyes and her full lips.
But that wasn't the only change. Gone was the old lady dress that she normally wore. Instead she wore a cute little skirt that just came to her knees, with heels that showed off her very nice legs. The skirt was snug but not too tight, just tight enough to give you a hint of her womanly hips. All of that was amazing, but her blouse took the outfit from cute to sexy. She was wearing a tight, white, thin blouse that left most of her tits showing. This woman had a rack and I could have gotten lost in that cleavage. I would have never imagined that sweet little Nancy had such an amazing set of tits.
She was smiling but also seemed very nervous and shy. She asked, "Do I like ridiculous? Am I too old for an outfit like this?"
I stood up and went over to her, grabbing her hands in mine and holding them. "Are you kidding? You look amazing! You look like a new woman!" I leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek. She had also put on a light and floral perfume that nearly made my knees buckle. I was starting to get aroused, but my mind was trying hard to get used to the change.
She said, "Thank you, Pastor, but I need to share something else with you. Please go sit down and again so that I can work up the courage to take the next step." I went back to sit and stared at this sexual woman that looked like a vision. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits. They looked so full and alive. Where had this woman been all these years?
