The new vicar, Fr Joe, was a real earth shaker of a priest. He would make the biggest impact on the community that any priest had ever made in this suburban community. It was the right time and he was the right man for the job he firmly believed. The photo shoot he had just arranged would be the perfect way of achieving maximum exposure with all the right people. That's what he had said in his phone call to the photographer, Jim du Bois, of the rather racy magazine – Shoot!
Jim had mainly been involved with glamour photography in the past. There were some shoots that had been too pornographic to be included in the magazine, but it hadn't damaged his reputation and in fact he had sold them for a very high price anyway to a very well known girly magazine that featured the kind of open, dripping pussy shots he had taken.
Fr Joe knew nothing of this. He had been surprised when Jim asked him to bring a female parishioner with him to make the shots more interesting. He thought of Ruth in an instant. He had noticed that her hands were so soft and comforting when she had shaken hands after Church at the last service. His mind could not avoid thoughts of her gripping his erect cock with those soft and supple feminine hands. He had not heard what she said as she said here goodbyes, he had been so distracted.
He thought of her now as he drove to the photographer's studio. What would she be wearing? He hoped she would not dress conservatively as he knew she had a great set of tits and had even glimpsed her nipples once when she had leaned over in front of him to pick up a book from the floor.
He was in luck. Fr Joe and Ruth booth pulled up at the same time. In the car park they greeted each other with the usual quick peck on the cheek and a warm hug. That was how Joe liked it. He would rub his hands across a woman's back and feel whether or not she was wearing a bra. It was good for a fantasy when jerking off later if the woman was attractive.
Fr Joe was in luck again, Ruth was sans bra and her very feminine red dress showed about six inches of cleavage at the front. The priest wondered how he could prevent the inevitable erection from suddenly popping up. He would have to deal with that somehow, he thought.
On entering the studio, Ruth and Fr Joe found Jim preparing his studio. There were chords and lights everywhere and a large blue screen which would form the background. "Later, I can place anything in the background we like," he told his two subjects.
Unknown to Fr Joe, Jim had decided on a plan that would be a life-changer for the priest and his parishioner. It was risky but the payoff could be huge. "You only get one chance at these things," he thought.
"Hi guys!" he said to them. "My idea is that today we want to show that Fr Joe is being accepted with love by his new parishioners. Are you OK with that?"
"Sounds great!" they said smiling at each other. Fr Joe looked at Ruth and saw that she was looking back at him in a different kind of way to that which she had done before. Fr Joe was dressed in his traditional black clericals and his black clothes contrasted beautifully with Ruth's daring red dress.
He was actually very well built. At six feet tall, he was one handsome man and very fit. His biceps and pecs were well developed and he had almost no belly bulge at all. Underneath his priest's shirt he had a hairy chest and a light covering of body hair all over his body.
Ruth was also a stunner. She was single and a little older than her vicar at 42 but that didn't matter. She had a beautiful figure, about D sized breasts, and her arse was anything but boring. She was a brunette and nearly always wore her long hair up. Today was no exception.
