Deacon Gus was dozing off in one of the confessional booths. It was his day to help around the church and now that he was done, a little nap before he went home to his shrew of a wife was just the ticket. He supposed he really shouldn't be in the booth, he was by no means a priest, just liked to help his fellow man. But it was late, and no one ever came in to confess their sins at this hour, surely.
Gus came awake with a start. Someone had gone into the next booth after all and was sliding the privacy screen open. A soft female voice began, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I'm not Catholic, I just need to confess something to you, if that's all right." Gus was about to stop her but something in her voice was very familiar...
Cyndi was feeling so naughty! She had been trying and trying to find new ways to expose herself, to show the world at large her sexy body. She got off on people watching her be sexy, whether just bending over extra long in the supermarket so the stock boy got a good look at her ass, or full-on sex in public like she and her husband had managed in Hawaii on their vacation.
Her latest idea felt extra sinful to her. Sexy talk and a strip show at the local Catholic church! Just thinking about getting a holy man all hot and bothered made her feel so very wicked. Cyndi wasn't sure how these confessional booths work but if they were anything like what she'd seen on TV or the movies, she should be able to put on a show for whoever shows up!
Gus finally placed the voice. It was that woman again! He could not believe it! What, was she following him? How did she even know there was someone in here? Oh, right, as his wife loved to remind him he snored. Great. But hang on, she was still talking.
"What I want to confess is... Father, I get these urges. And I just have to follow through on them. They're nothing evil, not really, just..." Cyndi's voice dropped an octave, "just really really sexual. See Father, I like it when men look at me, women too. I love to think about them getting turned on by me, by my body, by my voice, by how I stroke myself, Father, stroke my wet... hot... pussy... Father." The sound of rustling cloth came through the grille. "Like this."
Gus couldn't help himself. He knew how hot this woman was, how willing she was to do anything to get the reaction she desired. He leaned forward and peered through the screen.
Cyndi was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl. White short-sleeved top, plaid skirt, bobby socks and saddle shoes. Her skirt was up around her waist, she was leaning back in the booth, black lace panties to one side, fingering her sopping pussy. Her chest was heaving, straining the too-tight blouse with each breath. Her eyes were locked on the screen separating them, when she saw Gus's form in the dimness behind the grille she moaned and pressed her arms together, lifting her tits and popping a button to expose a hint of her matching bra.
"You see Father, I just can't help it, I get so horny, so turned on I just have to... oh god, yes... I just need to show myself to someone! Oh yes!" Cyndi's fingers were making squishing sounds as they flew in and out of her soaked cunt. She came hard around her digits, legs shaking, back arched, moaning her arousal.
Gus was drooling. Panting and drooling as he watched Cyndi through the screen. He grabbed his cock through his pants, again, just like the laundromat, and gave himself a hard squeeze. He would do his best not to whip his cock out in church but holy crap on a cracker this woman was so sexy...
Cyndi was coming down off her first orgasm. She smiled at the man behind the screen and licked her fingers clean, slowly and sensuously. She straightened up and began unbuttoning her top.
