I arrived at my tenth floor downtown apartment after a long day in court and I still had to review my closing argument for tomorrow. But first a glass of wine to relax I poured myself a glass and wandered into my bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Hanging my cloths in the closet I stop to admire my naked body in the mirror before sliding on boy shorts and a tee shirt.
Pouring another glass of wine I headed to the balcony to take in the beautiful evening weather and the view of Lake Michigan. My serenity interrupted by someone at my door looking through the peephole taking in the beautiful site of Sister Catherine. Her body gleamed with sweat wearing shorts and running shoes her shirt clinging to her gorgeous breast.
I had not been back to Mass since our encounter partly because of my workload and partly from embarrassment at my behavior. Opening the door I said "HI, what a nice surprise!" I said greeting her.
"I was out for a run on the lakeshore an thought I would check on you I noticed you've miss Mass the last couple weeks," she said sweetly.
I hugged Sister Catherine tightly, "I'm so glad you are here," I whispered in her ear.
Our lips meeting, opening, tongues dancing in each others mouths kissing passionately a sweet sexual tension, desire, an electricity sparking between us. My mind flashing back to that magical Sunday at Church. My body tingling pressed against her soft warm body.
Then suddenly without warning she pushed me back hard with both hands and I fell backward on my ass. Unsure what had just happened still processing what just happened. I watched as Sister Catherine walked into my apartment shutting the door behind her.
Dazed and confused I stared at her menacing figure towering over me. "Stay on the floor, Slut!" Sister Catherine commanded, her voice stern, controlling.