AN:
I know that this story is a bit unorthodox and quirky. But as Ursula once said, "That's what I do...that's what I liiiive fooor..." to make people's head's explode... The truth is, I was inspired by something I saw, online but I won't say anything more than that... Hopefully, someone will enjoy this latest 'masterpiece' of mine (lol).
Summary
: A celibate minister who serves the homeless through a homeless camp he established in the forest of a small town, finally gets to have his way with a beautiful, young woman he's been iniquitously lusting after, ever since she arrived there...
Into The Forest
It always happened during the mid-morning hours, after the chill had vanished from the air and especially during the summertime... After brushing her teeth, Adelaide would end up in her usual area of the forest with her giant bowl of water, her wash clothe, towel and body wash.
With Sylvester hiding behind his usual tree, that's when he would secretly watch her as she enticingly undressed before lathering up her towel with body wash. She would then slowly glide it over her curvy body and plump, hard nippled tits as she washed up.
But because she knew he was watching, she would also make alluring sounds with her sweet sounding voice and fondle and caress the span of her silky, medium golden brown skin and frame.
Watching her in such a filthy way always made him so horny and halfway through all of this, Sylvester would find himself sporting a raging hard-on that would painfully strain against his pants. Then once she'd soared into the main event of stroking and finger-fucking her dripping pussy as she cried out for him, he would find himself massaging and touching his throbbing cock as well.
Then finally as Adelaide's body shivered in ecstasy, she would release howls of rapture.
Seeing her climaxing so vividly along with hearing her voice would send Sylvester over the edge, soon after and with a grunt and some other excited sounds under his breath, his beet red tip would pop like a geyser sending load after load of his cream against the tree in front of him...
But no matter how much he gawked, Sylvester Kraus's mind and heart always kept him from actually
touching
. There was always a chaotic tug-of-war ripping him apart, inside.
What he was doing was immoral according to The Good Book.
He set up this ministry and a camp in the woods for the homeless but it looks like it was all for naught.
He was never supposed to end up in such iniquitous circumstances as he's been finding himself in, as of late.
Living in a recreational vehicle in the forest, is a far cry from the life he once had as a prosperous lawyer, working at a prestigious law firm...
It was a great life until the day he had a dream where an angel appeared to him and told him he was to go back to school; get a degree in theology; become an ordained, Christian minister and then help the less fortunate.
The angel didn't exactly tell him
how
he was to help the homeless but after he became a minister, he soon figured it out, on his own.
Now, he helps set up tents along with more robust shanties during the winter months for homeless people from all walks of life on the outskirts of a small town.
But that's not all.
With the help of charitable groups and individuals, he's been able to provide people in his camp with things like food, water, clothing, other items along with an ear and some counseling; mediating when conflicts arise and ministering when people are having a really hard time.
He loves making people smile along with feel better but unfortunately his desire to make Adelaide feel better in a different way, has tested him greatly.
He hasn't had sex in six years for crying out loud. The last time was before his bitter divorce from his ex-wife. He doesn't think he's that special, looks wise but others have told him, otherwise.
In fact, women used to throw themselves at him back when he had a six-pack and even though his belly has softened a little since then, it's still somewhat cut from all the strenuous work he does around the camp.
He's also six feet tall and people tell him he's nicely built with broad shoulders.
Another thing is that, his hair is naturally a mixture of light ash and golden blonde while most other natural blondes he knew as a child grew up to have dirty blonde to brunette hair and his eyes are a piercing, glacial blue while most people's are a very dull, grey-blue.
One day when Adelaide was driving in the camp truck with him as they ran one of their usual errands, she teased him about all the women who flirt with him when their in town.
She also teased him by calling him the Greek god Apollo.
That's when he chuckled before lightheartedly reminding her that he's thirty-five... He has ghostly pale skin.
His cheeks are constantly red from being out in the sun, too much.
He has lots of moles.
He has light crow's feet and his stomach is probably a little pudgier than Apollo's, too.
She laughed before telling him how she can hardly even tell he has any of those things and that he still looks way better than most twenty-five year olds.
He jested about how that's still old.
She told him that's not old and that a lot of young women like older men, anyway.
He said is she talking about other women or about herself.
She gazed down with a big grin on her face.
He didn't want to go there but it was the only way to win in one of their usual, friendly verbal spars.
That's when he did something he never did before.
He slid his hand over her thigh.
He could hear her gulp.
He allowed it to linger there a moment as she kept looking down while still grinning.
He finally lifted his hand before pushing down on the gas petal as the light turned green.
He concluded as he stared forward with a sly smirk on his face, "It's prolly jes' the Irish Spring scent attracin' these women, Addie. I'm not special, jes' an average lookin' white guy..."
She wobbled her face with a pursed, cheeky smirk.
"That's like sayin' Brad Pitt's average but whatevah you say, Sylvie."
He grunted as his eyes twinkled with amusement.
The truth is that he actually does get insecure, sometimes and is not pretending with her. He especially feels insecure when he's around her along with nervous and timid at times.
There's also the constant dirty thoughts of her that hits him at the most unexpected times which leads to him being racked by an overwhelming guilt and shame as he further envisions the man on high, staring down at him with a disapproving, scary scowl on his face.
But all of the terror and dread flies right back out of his mind once she gets into her sweet, irresistible flirting with him. Everytime she touches him, like say on his thigh or gazes at him or reveals her soft, sunny smile as her big, reddish brown eyes, twinkle, his knees go weak and he almost melts into a puddle on the ground.
Once he's in this state, she often giggles as he's sure, she notices the flush of his cheeks.
She's a very carefree, kind, loving, intelligent, creative and effervescent young lady who also can be shy and sensitive sometimes.
But she can be very opinionated, somber and rebellious, too.
She seems to have a very bright and sunny side and a very dark and tortured side and she swings between the two which he already knows is because of her tumultuous, painful past.
This past is also the reason why he often feels so protective of her, almost like a father, although he'd rather look at it as an older brother since it's hard for him to admit to himself he's actually gotten that old (man, how time flies).
Yes, he's very aware that her skin is a different, much richer and darker shade than his own but it's nothing more than a small difference to him and when it's all said and done, he doesn't really care.
Within the last year since he's gotten to know her, he's taken a real liking to 'Addie' to the point that if someone ever tried to harm her, he'd probably do something he'd sorely regret and then pray for forgiveness, later.
