Pastor Paul looked at Amy Katy Taylor's high tits, her tight little rack under her light summer sweater as she sat down opposite him. The things he wanted to do to her.
Bible study had ended and he was about to lock up when she had knocked and asked for a little of his time. He had not been in attendance at the session as he had been catching up on some paperwork but he was very much aware she was in church.
She crossed her legs revealing an inch or two of smooth thigh. It was exciting being on his own with her, she was a walking aphrodisiac and his panty fetish kicked in. Her nail polish was an alluring powder blue Hopefully she might get careless with her skirt so he could check if her panties matched her nails.
Amy Katy was a college girl now; she had been a bit of a fire brand in school disdainful of boys her own age, had a reputation for being outspoken, and Paul was about to find out just how outspoken.
He believed her mother was surprised, but very pleased, when she had come along to Bible Class. But not as pleased as Paul who was praying for a chance to get familiar with this nubile, young stunner. Not the sort of thing he should be praying for, but we all have our weaknesses he mused.
'Thanks for seeing me Pastor,' she began.
'I can't tell my mother about this but I need to get it off my chest, so to speak,' she murmured.
She gave him a coy little glance, shifting in her chair.
' Well, where shall I start,' said Amy Katy.
She crossed her legs and smoothed down her skirt drawing Paul's eyes again to her powder blue nail polish.
'I have this weakness Pastor, for older men,' she continued.
She looked him straight in the eye as she said this.
' For older men,' she repeated, 'and well recently I sort of got into trouble.'
Pastor Paul moved in his seat; his unruly prick stirred in his boxers.
'I went to a party for my mother, she had just got a promotion and we were at the managing director's house. He's about forty, your age I would think, very attractive. Quite the charmer. I got the impression that he would be more than capable of charming the panties off me. Little did I know though that he would actually get them off me sooner than I thought,' she said.
Paul's cock had gone hard.
'I wouldn't like you to think I'm promiscuous though Paul, it's just well a certain type of man might find me perhaps available a little, well easy,' she murmured softly.
Pastor Paul sat rapt.
My mum was busy with Human Resources and he offered to show me her new office upstairs, nice view over the river, worth a look he said. I was flattered by his attention,' Amy Katy went on.
'Did something happen then Amy Katy,' Paul asked, his voice tight.
He chose his words very carefully, trying to appear solicitous but eager for more.
'Well, yes it did Pastor,' she answered.
She uncrossed her legs, fiddled with the hem of her skirt. He wished she would stop doing that because it made him badly want to interfere with her.
'We were standing looking out the window. I was wearing a short, black cocktail dress, chosen to please my mother, hold up stockings, the works, quite formal, we were going on to a club later.' she said.
Paul was all ears, trying to envisage this, the form fitting dress, the swell of her tits, black stockings underneath, leading to smooth, lightly tanned bare thighs.
Her perfume was arousing him.
She paused, distracted, pushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, lifted one foot off the floor, bent down to do something to the heel of her shoe and for a few heart stopping seconds he could see right up her skirt. He stared at the vee of her powder blue cotton panties at the apex of her thighs as she fiddled with her shoe. His cock jerked, he couldn't control it.
'Sorry pastor what was I saying?' Amy Katy went on.
'Oh yes, I remember,' she continued, 'what he did to me.'
Paul's cock had started to leak.
