Mike looked at his watch reluctantly. It was Sunday evening, 5:15. He promised he would be at the church at 6:00 for Mass at St. Mary’s Catholic Church. His best friend, Dane had spent the past year converting to Catholicism and tonight he would finally be accepted by the church. He had met a lovely Catholic girl and wanted to be able to have the church wedding that she dreamed of, this night was so important to Dane.
Mike had never really been a church attendee. Of course he believed in god and held his faith; he just didn’t feel the need to sit through a boring two hour sermon to prove it. He was willing to endure it this once to support his friend. He went to the closet and thumbed through his wardrobe for something church worthy, finally deciding on a pair of khaki dress pants, a burgundy shirt and a tie. With little enthusiasm he got into his car and headed to the church.
He came across a small fender bender, which had slowed traffic a little. He glanced nervously at his watch; hoping he wouldn’t be late. When he arrived at St. Mary’s he slid into the closest available spot in a very crowded lot and trotted to the door. He had a few moments to spare but he wasn’t sure where the fellowship hall was located. He entered into a dimly lit corridor and saw an angel standing at the water fountain. She was about 5’3” and very petite. She had deep blue eyes had blonde hair that cascaded in beautiful waves a little past her shoulders. She was fair skinned and had rather large breast for such a small frame. Her nicely shaped legs peeked out from a pastel pink, flowered sun dress. He walked up to her.
“Can you tell me how to get to the fellowship hall? I am running kind of late.”
She noticed his some what unhappy look and smiled. “First time? Well it’s down the hall to the left, you can’t miss it.”
“Thanks” he replied. He started to walk away when she started to speak again.
“I don’t really care for these things either to tell you the truth.”
“Huh?” he questioned.
“Well my mom is super religious and has always guilted me into coming. I’ve had all this catholic stuff crammed down my throat since I was little, even went to a catholic school.”
“I see” he replied.
“I guess she wanted to bring up the perfect little catholic school girl.”
He wished he could have stayed and talked to this beautiful woman but he was already late. He apologized and excused himself to go find a seat. He entered the fellowship hall and looked around. It was a very large room filled with pews and parishioners. In the back there were a few confession booths and a baptismal fount. There was a large center aisle covered in soft red carpet leading to beautifully carved pulpit. There on the stage sat his best friend along with a few others, probably being welcomed as well. Be hind him was a large crucifix and a beautiful stained glass window. He took a seat in the last pew near the center aisle. He sighed in boredom; what could he do to amuse himself for the next hour or so? It was hard enough when he had a box of tissue and a good dirty magazine.
A moment later; the beautiful girl who had helped direct him took a seat in the pew directly in front of him next to a woman he assumed was her mother. She was to his right a few people and she turned her head and noticed him and smiled. Man she was hot!
Some organ music started and everyone in the congregation raised from their seat and flipped the pads to kneel on into place. Mike followed their example and watched for what do next. Everyone kneeled and took out their bibles or borrowed one of the churches. The song that started to play was completely unfamiliar to him, but he mouthed made up words anyway. His eyes fell on the gorgeous blonde who was singing in a beautiful angelic voice. Her full mouth was opened in an “O” shape as she belted out a lovely note. His imagination started to run away with him and he envisioned this beauty on her knees before him, with her mouth in that beautiful shape; wrapped tight around his dick. Little beads of sweat formed at his brow as he stared at her picturing her head bobbing to the sound of the choir. He felt his penis shudder and stiffen a little. He looked at the solemn face of Jesus on the large cross at the front of the church and thanked God that he had worn baggy pants.
When the song ended everyone arose and sat in the seat in silence as the Father began his sermon about the sacrament of marriage. His words became a blur as images of this stranger flooded his head. She glanced over her shoulder, made eye contact with him and smiled sweetly. She brushed her hair behind her ear, and then averted her gaze back to the preacher. In the next half hour she glanced back several more times; her gazed focused on him longer each time. Again the organ started up and she kneeled again in prayer. He couldn’t help his thoughts of her caressing his penis with her soft mouth, moaning in pleasure; sucking him dry. He felt himself stiffen again and tried to think of other, erection reducing things. He continued to stare long after the music had stopped, unnoticeably. He could feel the throbbing of a full fledged hard on at this point. She turned and looked again, wetting her lips as if licking freshly spilled cum from them. Was she making a pass? Or was it his imagination in overdrive.
He was snapped back to reality by a sharp tap on his left shoulder. A stern elderly woman was trying to hand him a collection plate. He clumsily pulled a $1 from his pocket, placed it in the bowl and passed it along. The alter boys came and collected the plates and he chuckled at the thought of preachers; pants down and alter boys. He thought to him self, now I am really going to hell! His mind raced with another vision of her this time on all fours while he rammed his hard cock into her over and over. He felt like he was about to pop with excitement. He wanted to go home and console himself with a nice Playboy. He saw the girl turn to her mother and quietly speak.
“I feel a little light headed; I’m going to get some air.” She shot him a shy smile before she headed away.
