Beth sat at the back of the church in the last pew; watching him intently. The acoustics in the church made his voice resonate off every surface. She loved the sound of his voice. And when he spoke to this group, he was confident and articulate. His face expressed his meaning drawing the listener in. He was so creative and expressive with his intonation that his speaking was almost like a song.
She could normally listen to him talk for hours but today was having a hard time concentrating. Her body was wreaking havoc on her. Her blood was pulsing through her core. The anticipation of there meeting was exciting and erotic, causing her to tremble. She tried to pay attention to what he was saying, but all she could think about was what would happen when he noticed her. What would he say? What would he do? They had been talking for a while now but had never discussed actually meeting; and here he was in her city giving a talk. Maybe he had to spend the night. Maybe he got a hotel somewhere. Those thoughts raced around in her mind along with the thoughts of actually being intimate with him; the desire to finally feel him touch her; to finally hear his voice whisper his demands in her ear. She'd craved his touch for so long now.
Beth wondered if he felt the same about her. Did he want it as much as she did? Was she going to make a fool of herself if she approached him. How would she do it? Should she go up and introduce herself and suggest coffee, or dinner, or just ask to go back to his hotel and fuck his brains out. She'd already made arrangements with her family; they wouldn't expect her until much later, so she had the entire evening to spend with him, if he wanted.
The lecture was over and people were starting to file out of the church. Beth didn't know what to do next. The crowd was quite large and she had to stand to see around them. She couldn't see where he's gone.
'Shit. Now what do I do' she thought, knowing she couldn't go wondering around the church. 'Well', she figured, 'He has to come out sooner or later'.
If someone had taken him elsewhere in the church, it was late, so chances are they would be done shortly, time enough for Beth to have a smoke.. Slightly defeated, she walked through the giant wooden doors out into the cool night air. No one else was lingering about; the parking lot had cleared quickly. As usual she was alone, smoking and thinking, 'I've got to quite smoking'.
Beth enjoyed the quiet of her small town. She could hear an owl off in the distance somewhere and the odd car passing by. It was a cool summer night and the air was sobering. She looked at her watch as she put out her smoke. Fifteen minutes had passed and she had smoked it to the filter.
'I missed him. He's already left' she thought and made her way to her car at the side of the building. She was fussing with her keys when she heard something rustling in the shadows; it was coming from somewhere near the back of the building. She glanced in the direction of the noise and saw nothing. Dismissing the noise she turned back to the car and finally managed to open the door. Before she could get in, he spoke from somewhere behind her.
"You're leaving without saying hello?" His voice was unmistakable and she slowly began to turn around.
"No don't. Stay right there." He walked up behind her and hesitated. Beth's sobriety was over. She was again intoxicated by him. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it pulsing threw her hole body. Anxiously, she waited for him to do something.
He finally touched her, putting his hands on her hips as he pressed himself against her. His face nuzzling her neck.
"Mmmm, damn you smell good." Her body was on fire. She'd thought about saying something, but had no words. Her mouth was watering and her breathing was becoming more laboured. He sensed her arousal and it added to his own.
He growled in her ear. "Are you sure you know what you're doing here?" Beth nodded. She was starting to feel a little dizzy so she braced herself against the car door.
He traced the shape of her hips and waist, then slid his hands around the front, down her thighs to her knees. Catching his thumbs under the hem of her skirt, he traced his palms back up the inside of her thighs to were they met the lacy edge of her nearly there, thong. Beth's skin was covered in goose bumps. She took a deep breath and moaned quietly. His hands were so soft and warm, leaving a trail of scorched skin in their wake. Her nipples hardened and her pussy throbbed. Pressing his chest against her back he abruptly cupped her pussy, feeling the dampness making it way through her panties. Shamelessly she rocked against his hand.
"Beth! Stop moving." His voice was commanding but gentle. She stopped moving.
He took hold of her thong and in one rough motion, tore them from her. Putting them to his nose, he took a deep sniff, before stuffing them in his pocket. "Don't ever wear these again when you're with me." Beth nodded again, still looking straight ahead.
He put his hand back on her mound. He could feel her wetness dripping into his hand; knowing she was craving, badly, he still would not give her his fingers yet. Her hips started to twist and turn, trying to get his hand in the right spot.
"Be still, I said!" He was more assertive this time. Now she understood and stood very still. He lifted her skirt to get a better look at her ass. He slid his hands all over her, enjoying her curves and his control. He could tell from her small moans and whimpers that she loved his touch and that she needed more. 'But not right now' he thought and he pulled her skirt back down. Beth suddenly felt naked in the absence of his touch and was worried that was the last of it. She waited for him to tell her what to do next. He said nothing. The wait; deliberate and painfully long, was agony for her. She was agitated and craved so much more.