Bless you
Honey had been going to church since she could remember, but she had been neglecting to go since she was at uni, being a mature student at 30, and now a member of the ballet club. Meant her time was very short in-between studies, but her family were strict even at her age, and her parents had requested a local church contact her to convince her to go to services. Her mother preaching that she was worried about her surrounded by so much sin.
Hence here she stood, directly after practice with her tutu still on, as the church was just down the path from the gym and she figured she could get this talk done and go practice dance more. The church was small and old, and when the older tall priest, who looked to be in 60s but was still fit and muscular, led her into a small office like room off to the side of the main church hall, she felt at ease.
He gestured to a beautiful chair, obviously antique and wooden, but the seat had a small piece of cloth over it as if he were ashamed at the state of the upholstery on it. She politely didn't mention it, and sat down, a curtain lay behind the chair, his desk a foot or so in front. She didn't question the layout, used to old churches and them being utilized in any way they could. He was a kind old man with sparkling brown eyes, and the sight of his white hair and beard, and his robes, made her feel oddly at home.
He asked about her studies and she answered, shifting in the chair as it felt like it moved slightly, her tutu most likely, it was awkward to wear on a chair and she had to tilt her ass up slightly so it stuck up at the back and covered her thighs at the front. He saw her discomfort and handed her a small blanket to cover her lap.
Her satin tights usually lay over her small silken panties, covering her mound and curvy thighs, but she had a hole in her tights so she was thankful of the blanket. The drone of the priest's voice was suddenly disturbed by the feeling of warmth from below, she shuffled her thighs confused.
She flushed red and smiled when the priest said he was thankful she had came here, as she was clearly in need of guidance. Then promptly choked when what was undoubtedly a tongue licked at her pussy over her clothes. She flinched, froze and then tried to hide her reactions from the priest and answer his questions. What the hell?!? How could there be someone under the chair and he not know?
The flat of someone's tongue licking all the way along her pussy and wetting her tights and panties made her shuffle, it felt SO good, perhaps even more so knowing the priest was right there. Like the naughtiest kind of scenario, she tried to keep her breathing steady, and when the priest turned away to see to the overly noisy old printer, she tore her tights open more for the tongue below, and pulled aside her panties.
The tongue now licked inside her and she gripped the arms of the chair as pleasure shuddered through her. She had been too busy to go out and find a hookup lately, so she was wound so tightly. She shifted slightly and seemed to find the perfect way to sit on the chair, she now realized the piece of fabric had covered a hole, beneath which someone's eager face and long clever tongue lay. A low moan echoed as she was practically sat on their tongue. She had no idea how the person managed to reach, perhaps a headrest below.
The printer clicked, whirred and popped loudly as she moved her hips, riding the tongue, panting as it concentrated on her clit. The printer suddenly went silent, and the only sounds were the wet slurps and licking from below her as she bit back her moans, but she was so close she couldn't stop!
