Bridget had left home and entered a convent as a teenager in the Republic of Ireland. She had wanted to be a good sister from the start but found the vow of chastity a problem. She had crushes on other nuns then settled after her vows to celibacy with some exciting wet fantasies at night. She worked for years in the kitchens with an older sister who was a trained chef and learned to cook to professional standard. She also worked in gathering food from the convent vegetable garden.
However in her 40's she began to question her choice. She felt permanently aroused and was excited by sight of the priest; the only man she came into contact with. She didn't masturbate but dreamed of younger men.
She asked to leave the convent. She was a petite ginger haired woman with a thick ginger bush and hairy armpits. She had 38A bust although she often had not worn a bra under her chefs whites in the hot kitchen. She was unsure what to do in her life but her long term mentor and trainer chef had offered her a reference for any catering employment.
It was very difficult for Bridget to adjust to ordinary life back on the family farm and the one thing her old life did to assist her was to suggest she keep house for a Presbytery.
Her sister sent a letter to a Canon in the North of England who had a vacancy for a Housekeeper. Bridget travelled to Manchester, met Canon Taylor and was offered the job with such excellent references and his personal knowledge of the Mother Superior and the convent. She had enjoyed her time with him at his home for the interview.
She moved in to a large old presbytery adjacent to a Victorian Catholic church and was delighted to find two Aga cookers in her kitchen and adjacent flat on the ground floor. She had cooked with this type of cooker for years and had been trained by a chef so could meet the needs of the two resident clergy and cater for occasional visiting priests and Diocesan meetings. The curate, Father Burt, took her to shop. She used a wholesale store for bulk items. She had never shopped in a supermarket so had to rely heavily on Father Burt. She didn't like supermarket shopping and it wasn't the best small supermarket.
Her sitting room and bedroom were comfortably furnished and she began to settle in to weekly routine. Canon Taylor was a kindly and totally trustworthy celibate priest who she easily confessed to. He had good insight into her inability to live as celibate and she never felt judged. She felt he was very good as an employer and he helped her settle and told her to relax sexually and not let her arousal dominate her life.
It was difficult for an Irish ex nun to settle in the district. She didn't drink so the parish social club was not an option. She did have a young teenager who came to work as a Saturday job when they changed bedding and did laundry together. She was a nice girl and an excellent worker. They had fun together. The curates room was a mess each week. He didn't put underwear or socks in his laundry basket and Bridget usually found stains on his sheets and underwear-she realised he was either masturbating or having wet dreams each week. Poor man she thought. As a joke she used wash tongs to pick up clothing strewn about his room usually reducing both women to giggles.
She often lay in bed at night and rubbed herself so she sympathised with his struggle with sexual frustration and vow of celibacy which she no longer lived with.
Bridget had never masturbated in the convent despite her feeling aroused often. She began to read women's magazines and learned of sex toys. Her Saturday girl asked her if she masturbated as young Susan was an eager masturbator herself who used her hairbrush handle and a roll on applicator with a smooth cap inside her vagina to come. Susan said she could spend a couple of hours in bed working herself.
Bridget found a hairdresser who also had a beauty parlour in another shop. Bridget went to get her legs and armpits waxed and had her ginger bush trimmed and waxed. She was shown different styles for her bush and the small heart of hair above her slit appealed to her sense of humour! She was excited to explore herself looking in a mirror as she found her creamy wetness and tried her roll on deodorant inside her wet hole and very soon came as she lay back panting. Golly that felt so good she thought and saw what Susan meant wanting more and more.
She was happy and when she became so wet she would masturbate but she didn't want to develop a habit.
She visited a female gynaecologist and asked if she could have a contraceptive coil fitted. She was healthy and the doctor gently fitted an IUD. Bridget had no period for some time but then resumed a regular cycle.
The church needed cleaning and she was part of a weekly volunteer rota which helped her meet all the families who helped. She used a rotary cleaner on the marble floor one morning a week and was paired with Paul a 21 year old student who lived opposite the church and although not a Catholic helped as a neighbour.
She discovered his father was an offshore worker and he had grown up being cared for by a grandmother when his mother had died when he was 10.
Paul was studying at Manchester University and was an attractive handsome young ginger headed man. In the warmth of the summer Bridget had worn a wraparound skirt and T shirt without a bra and had red knickers on. Alone with a young man she was attracted and excited by Paul. She knew she shouldn't look but she did peep at his crotch as she operated the machine and thought he had gone hard. Paul could see her nipples through the T shirt and enjoyed the sight of an older woman. Her skirt parted slightly and he saw a flash of red briefs. The sunlight through the material revealed her small panties too. Paul had been seduced by two older women one in her 50's and one in her 30's. He had sex with both of them and enjoyed coming inside them. Both had been spontaneous meetings skirts lifted cock up knicker leg and bareback bent over fucks from behind. He respected Bridget too much and he couldn't have done this in a church but he wanted Bridget to seduce him.
Bridget was perspiring and they came to the end of their work. "Would you like to come to my flat for a cold iced drink Paul?"
"I would love to Bridget or can I call you Ginger?"
"Ginger will be fine Paul" she giggled.
She locked the church and let him into her flat serving a jug and glass to him on her sofa. Here she was close to a thoroughly desirable young man and her "naughty nun" was taking over. She needed to cool down and thought she would change out of her wet top. "Ginger, I've always been curious about nuns. What do they wear under their clothes. Paul had seen the photographs of her with family and of her in chef's whites and a hat.
