The meager sunbeam cascaded down upon my weary face. I had been resting comfortably in that place between sleep and awake. Various thoughts swam through my head, rapidly changing from one perverted image to another. I was sleeping on my stomach, something I rarely do, with my half full manhood grinding into the bed beneath me. My hand was strewn across the bed and had come to rest on top of a beautifully shaped ass.
Susan's ass was slightly bigger than most women's, but I was enjoying a full handful as she slept beside me. Realizing where my hand was I slipped my fingers a little deeper inside. She barely moved as my hand crossed over her soft voluptuous rear, dipping into the softest folds of her body. Gently I rested my hand on top of the folds of skin. I didn't want to rush things and ruin it all.
After a few moments wait I gently wiggled my middle finger into her awaiting body. She barely moved as I found her enjoying her dreams as well. Her moisture was forming and building up as she reacted to my touch. With her nightgown riding high upon her body, I had access to her entire body. The gentle skin of her lower back was illuminated in the sunlight. Her face was turned away from me as and audible breath escaped her lips.
With gentle writhing I searched for her clit. I knew that if I found it, she would get so hot I would have no choice but to finish her off with my ejaculate covering her ass before she came, in order to satisfy her. I could feel the warmth of her body against my hand as the rough texture of my fingers searched out their prey. It was at this point that my hopes were dashed.
Just as I found her clit and started to rub it, her legs closed upon my hand. Swinging her head towards me, she just smiled at me and kissed me on the forehead before pulling away. I was kind of upset. I watched her rise and leave the bed; she must have known how horny I get when I touch her while she sleeps. My needs had once again been left unfulfilled. Such is the story of every man's life at some point, but this is not a sad tale, for this was just the beginning. A few minutes later she emerged from the bath with a funny look on her face.
"Let's go to church this morning," she said. I was stunned and not sure of what I should really say. Before I could think it through, I agree.
The next hour was spent preparing and fussing over what I should wear, nothing was good enough. After what seemed like eternity of changing my clothes for her approval, we were finally ready to go. I was confused as to why today she had wanted to go to church. We hadn't gone in at least three years. We were part of the holiday's only crowd. It didn't take long to figure it out once we were there.
Sitting in the back of the church, we watched and acknowledged all the people as they entered. No one sat in the same row as us, must be a tradition when the sinners arrive. Susan snuggled in close to me as she reached across in front to grab a book. It was then that I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her incredible B cup boobs dangled in my view as she reached for the book. I could see a slight rise in her nipples from my vantage point. Plopping herself back down in the pew, her bare legs slapped against the hard wood bench, the sound attracted the attention of an elderly gentleman in front of us.
The music started and we all rose to our feet. The choir entered as the organ boomed out the melody. We stood silent as the church shook with the power from the organ at full volume. Glancing down I spotted Susan's dress dropping back down into place. My mind started to race. What was she doing? Or better yet what was she planning?
After a minute or two we returned to our seated position, Susan's dress had risen higher than it normally would have been. I slid my hand firmly into place just under the raised hem of her dress. Susan pulled in tighter to my arm. We listened to the minister as he started to talk about something I didn't care for; I was more interested in Susan's hand as it rested on top of my manhood.
She started to squeeze me through my pants as she snuggled in, all the while pretending to be listening to the sermon. I looked at her wondering if she was for real. Was she trying to get my horny at church? Several times she readjusted herself in her seat. Each time she pulled up her dress a little higher. Her intentions became clear as I could see the top of her kitty in plain sight. She wasn't wearing her panties either.
Looking around I noticed there was no one watching so I moved my hand higher into her lap. She quickly opened her legs just enough to allow me access to her kitty. Several times I drew my fingers up and down her slit as she gripped harder and harder against my cock. I was unable to stop the raging hard on she had created. I wanted to loose the beast and put her over the pew and fuck her hard and fast, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.
She held her legs open as I pushed my fingers into her soft folds. I could hear her breathing become more raged and abrupt as I danced my fingers all over her clit. I pinched her clit between my finger tips as her legs drew open as wide as she could. Calmly, I stared forward as I dipped my fingers into her soft wetness. Dragging upwards, I found the spot she loved. It was evident I had found it, as she nearly squeezed my manhood until it burst.
Sliding her hand across her chest, it slid into her top. I glanced down as she pulled my arm in front of her hand, hiding her breast from sight. I could feel the movement of her fingers as she grabbed and fondled her perfect breast. Her hard nipple poked my arm as she twisted it in rhythmic fashion to the penetration of my finger into her pussy. With every flick of her clit, she quietly grunted into my shoulder. I longed for the chance to take her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.
