One of the biggest teachings in the LDS faith is teaching young people to dress modestly. Show as little skin as possible. Cover up when others don't. Don't do anything that could potentially lead to temptation. Growing up, I hated it. I liked to pull my shirt off while swimming or doing yard work or playing sports. I wanted to see girls in tanktops and short shorts.
When Madison and I started to date, she stayed semi-modest, most of the time. When we were out in public or church or with family, she was modest. But, when it was just us, her T-shirt was usually off, leaving her in just a tanktop for me to kiss her neck and shoulders. Once we were endowed in the Temple, that all changed again until we were married and being modest was thrown out the window when we were alone.
After Madison's unfortunate passing, until I started doing things with Lauren, Stacy, and, later on, Taylor, I kinda went back to how I was before- wishing that the cuter women in my ward would just wear tanktops and shorts.
It wasn't until that first Sunday as a married couple with Taylor that I really, truly, remembered just how hot and beautiful a modestly dressed woman could be. Taylor was pretty insistent that, even though we were on vacation, that we still attend church. I really did enjoy church, so I had no problem going with her. That morning, we woke up early, took another shower together, this time just washing off each other, and got dressed to go.
Taylor pulled her hair partially back into a ponytail but left some of it loose. She had only brought one dress with her and I watched as she slipped it on over her head and over her Temple garments. It was mostly yellow, with white inside the floral designs all over it. It was three-quarter length sleeves, buttons on the front that ended above her stomach, and the dress flowed down to just below her knees. The night before, she had painted her fingernails red and she finished off the outfit with the tiny ring I had bought her for our wedding, a watch with a white band, and a colorful bracelet she had gotten the day before in St. George. Originally, she had put on heels, but didn't want to appear too much taller than me, so she switched to flats.
As I watched her finishing off by adding a little bit of make-up to her face, I couldn't help but think just how truly beautiful she was. Even though I had told her that plenty of times and would continue to do so, there was a certain light and glow that Taylor had to herself that I had rarely seen before. I couldn't help but smile to myself, think of how lucky I was, and admire her modesty.
Taylor had already figured out what building and time we were attending church at that day and we left the townhouse in plenty of time to arrival early. A few members of the ward greeted us and asked if we were new but we told them we were just visiting. Most just welcomed just, while a few gave us some hints of things to do. As the sacrament meeting started, we took a seat in the back, and held hands the entire time.
After the first hour ended, Taylor and I decided to sneak out, instead of attending the second hour. I opened up the passenger door for Taylor and let her into the car before going over to the driver's side and getting in. "So, back to the townhouse?" I asked Taylor as I put the car in drive and left the church parking lot.
"Actually, can we go for a drive and go see the Temples? I know they're closed, but I still wouldn't mind going to look at them," Taylor asked back.
"Of course," I said, quickly pulling out my phone and finding directions to the closest one.
St. George actually had two Temples- the first was located in downtown St. George and was the first temple finished in Utah. Upon arriving at it, we got out of our car and walked around the temple grounds a little bit, talked about the history of the temple, and took a few pictures together before getting back into the car and driving to the second temple.
The newer of the two temples, was called Red Cliffs Temple. It was located more on the outskirts of St. George and was surrounded by houses. As we pulled into its empty parking lot, we were both awestruck by the amazing beauty of the temple and the grounds surrounding it.
"I would so drive down here just to be sealed in this temple," Taylor said as we got out of the car.
"Yeah? Like it that much?" I asked her, joining her outside the car and grabbing her hand as we walked around the grounds.
"Yes, I do. It's gorgeous," she said.
"Alright. Let's do it," I said.
"Really?" Taylor asked and when I told her yes, she jumped into my arms while screaming and gave me a kiss.
After we made a circle around the temple grounds and took a few pictures, we went back and climbed into my car. "Christopher, do you remember the first time we really kissed and you touched me?" She asked randomly as I turned the car on.
"Yeah, of course. How could I forget it?" I told her as I looked over at her.
"Me either. I didn't realize it at the time, but I think what my friend told me, about her and her husband pretty much doing it in the parking lot, really turned me on. And all those thoughts and feelings are flooding back as we walked around today," Taylor said as she put her hand on my leg and moved it towards my groin.
I took a deep breath and looked around the still empty parking lot. We were parked on the side, around from a fence, and I was fairly certain that the fence that separated the temple from the homes, was high enough to keep people from peering over.
As her hand moved on top of my groin and started to rub the outside of my slacks, Taylor leaned into my body and began to kiss my neck. I put my hand on her hip and leaned into her and moved my lips to hers. We started to kiss as Taylor undid my belt, unzipped my slacks, and reached her hand into my boxers, wrapping it around my semi-hard cock.
Our tongues swirled around together inside our mouths as Taylor rubbed my cock up and down until I was at my full six-inch length and she had to pull my cock out of the flap in my boxers. Ending the kiss, Taylor gave me a smile before she scooted back in her seat, leaned over the center console, and used her tongue to lick up and down my shaft before wrapping her lips around my tip and started to bob her head.
I continued to keep a look out, making sure nobody else pulled into the parking lot as Taylor blew me. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, slowly moving it up and down. I put one of my hands on her back and started to move it up and down. I attemped to get under her dress, but couldn't do it with the way that she was sitting.
But, I was able to move my hand around to her front, cupping her breasts through her dress and squeeze them. I undid the buttons on her dress and was able to slide my hand inside it, under her shirt and bra, and cup and squeeze her bare breast, causing Taylor to moan around my shaft as she blew me.
I pinched and rubbed her nipples, alternating between the two as I moved my eyes between watching Taylor and keeping an eye on the entrance to the parking lot. Taylor eventually shifted her body, sitting on her knees on her seat as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft. I was finally able to reach behind her, pull up her dress, and rub her moist vagina through her temple garment bottoms.
Taking me out of her mouth, she moved her hand up and down my shaft, as she said, "You know, if you finished inside my vagina, we wouldn't have to worry about it spilling out of my mouth or making a mess in your pants."
I laughed and said, "You don't have to convince me," and started to move my seat backwards and lower the backrest down until I was nearly laying down. I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly rubbed it up and down as I watched Taylor reach under her dress and pull her garment bottoms down and off, leaving them on the floor in front of her seat.
She climbed onto my lap, lifting up her dress as she did so, and watching as I inserted the tip of my cock into her pussy. I let go of my cock and put my hands on Taylor's butt as she slid down my shaft and started to roll her hips back and forth. Taylor had just enough head room to sit up most of the way as she continued to hold up her dress and ride me.
I moved my hands off her hips and up to her chest where I again squeezed her breasts, slipping my hands inside her dress to touch her skin. Taylor moaned as she went up and down my shaft and I squeezed her breasts. I could feel the car rocking around us as Taylor rode me, and I closed my eyes, giving up on keeping watch, and just enjoying the feeling of Taylor fucking me.
Up and down she went, her tight pussy sliding up and down my thick shaft as the sounds of her moans filled the car. I moved one of my hands off her breasts and down and around to her butt, squeezing it tightly as I started to push up with my hips, trying to get my cock as deep as possible into her.
"Oh my gosh, Christopher! I'm so close," Taylor moaned.
"Me too. Keep going baby. Don't stop. You're doing great," I told her as we rocked back and forth together. I moved my hands back down to her hips, using my grip on them to help move her up and down. As we got closer and closer to reaching our climaxes together, we both had our eyes open, staring at each other, as she rolled her hips and I pushed mine up. Her moans were getting louder, her breathing deeper, until her eyes closed, her back arched, and she started to orgasm.
As soon as I felt her pussy clenching around my cock, I started to orgasm as well. I pulled down on her hips, holding her still, as I pushed up into her and came, shooting cum deep into Taylor. When she felt it hitting her insides, Taylor moaned loudly before she leaned down over me and our lips met in a passionate embrace.
As our lips opened and our tongues swirled together, Taylor started to move her hips again, lifting them up and lowering them down on my shaft, trying to milk it for everything I had. When I was done cumming, we ended the kiss, and Taylor moved back over to the passenger seat.
As I caught my breath and moved the chair back to an up-right position, I heard Taylor laugh and say, "You popped off one of the buttons of my dress." I looked over to see Taylor attempting to rebutton the front of her dress, only to find that the button in the middle was lost.
We spent a few minutes looking for it before finding it sitting on the center console, having fallen off at some point. "I guess that means we had better head back home," I said.
"Guess so. I think a nice, relaxing afternoon in the pool and hot tub is calling my name," Taylor said. "Are you going to put yourself away?"
