I'm not the first man to notice that there are a lot of pretty ladies in church. Our church seems to have more than its share. I remember when I first visited being very distracted by so many nicely dressed attractive women. Over the years since then I have joined the church and become very active. I am sincere and devout in my beliefs, but I am also a man with a strong sex drive whose wife does not share this attribute and prefers not to know how I deal with my excess need. For the most part, I watch internet porn and take care of myself like I imagine most guys do. But increasingly I have found my mind wandering to thoughts one of the "church ladies" in particular. Her name is Ava.
Ava is a lovely married lady who may be a year or two younger than my 54 years. We have become good, totally platonic, friends often discussing our kids and the church. She is very friendly and we genuinely like each other as people. Our chats have never been anything but g-rated. She is a very lovely lady, about 5'7" with long dark hair. Her black-rimmed glasses give her a cute nerdy look. I'm not good at guessing weights. She is not skinny, but far from overweight. I'd say she has really nice curves. I'm a breast man and she has a more than ample bustline which she shows off, but only in the most modest of ways. She may show the smallest amount of what must be awesome cleavage, but never anything that would be considered inappropriate, even for church. And she does not dress provocatively, although lately I have found even her modest outfits very sexy.
A few weeks ago, I was working in the church kitchen, preparing for a festival. It was late afternoon and all the other people had gone home when Ava arrived. Since most of the work had already been done, she busied herself cleaning up. After a typically friendly hello, I had returned to my task until I finished after about a half hour. I started cleaning up the area where I had been working and eventually found myself at one of the big sinks washing some dishes next to Ava. We chatted casually for a while and finished up our work. Then we sat across from each other on the counters chatting some more.
As I was talking about fundraising, Ava glanced down and noticed that she had a little smear of some food on her tight while shirt, right between her big, round breasts. Without a thought or any hesitation, she pulled at her shirt and began to scratch at the partially dried stain to brush it away. My eyes immediately locked on to what she was doing and after a few seconds, I guess my voice kind of trailed off. I saw her fingers stop working at the stain and I looked up to her face and saw her eyes meet mine. She had caught me staring at her chest. I managed a weak smile and said, "Oops. Sorry."
Ava smiled sweetly and chuckled a little. I tried to restart whatever I had been saying without really making much sense. I tried locking eyes with Ava, but it seemed too intense and creepy, so I kind of looked all around the room. As I babbled, all I could think of was the outline of her bra under the tight, white shirt and how big her breasts were in comparison to her hands. I imagined her holding her breasts and how much of them would not be covered. Then I glanced back to Ava and she was looking at my crotch!
I looked down and saw that my cock was almost fully hard making a tent out of my loose cargo shorts. I looked up at Ava as she quickly looked up to meet my gaze. She said, "Oops. Sorry," with a little shrug.
I tried to quickly adjust myself without much success at concealing my obvious erection.
"I'm sorry, Ava. I guess I just kind of lost control of myself. You know I think the world of you and wouldn't want to insult you or... I hope you don't think I'm a pervert or a creep... You are a lovely lady and..." my voice trailed off as I ran out of apologies. I didn't want to dig myself in any deeper.
"No, it's ok. I don't mind. It's flattering. I don't get that kind of reaction... that is, you can't control what you... I mean, I didn't mean to expose myself.." It seemed Ava couldn't find a way to casually brush it off any more than I could.
We both giggled at our discomfort. We smiled at each other. There was a long moment in which our eyes were locked. I hopped down and stepped toward her and she slid down from the counter on which she had been sitting and we stood face to face.
"Here, let me have a go at that stain," I said slipping my hand down the front of her shirt over her bra. With my other hand I brushed at the dried food stain. I let the hand inside her shirt press back between her breasts held back by her bra. I felt her hand cup my stiffening cock through my shorts and boxers.