Hi! My name is Darla. I am 28. blonde shoulder length hair, 5'3' with a nice figure. My wonderful husband is Greg. He is 29 and handsome. We are fortunate to live in a gated condo complex. My husband has a wonderful position which allows me to stay at home. I do volunteer time with our church to stay busy.
We have an active sex life with each other although it could be more exciting. Sure, I look at other men but never thought of having sex with them, until today.
Our church is large with two Pastors. I was helping out at the church one day when our older Pastor, Raymond, put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me.
He said, "Darla, you are such a tremendous help. I don't know what we would do without you." Raymond let his hand slip down to my waist and squeezed a handful of my waist. He then started stroking my back. He is very handsome with his salt and pepper hair and well-trimmed beard.
I answered, "Pastor, I try to help where I can." I leaned in tightly against him for a brief moment.
Pastor Raymond says, "Darla, I have a conference in Tampa next week on Thursday and Friday. My secretary has family things to do out of town and she recommended you take her place. We would fly out on Wednesday and return on Saturday. If you are interested, I will call your husband to talk with him about it."
I answer, "I would love to help if my husband is okay with it. I will talk with him, and we will let you know in a couple of days,"
Greg and I discuss the Tampa trip thoroughly. Greg says, "I have a client coming into town next weekend so I will be tied up quite a while. It would be helping the church for you to go and give you a chance to do something exciting. I think it would be a good idea for you to go."
The next morning, I excitingly tell Pastor Raymond that I will go to help him. The time passes quickly and soon we are on the plane flying to Tampa. We take a cab to the large, upscale hotel, where we have adjoining rooms.
Since it is such a hot day and only 3 PM, we decide to go to the pool. I wear my bikini and Pastor Raymond wears his older style mid-thigh swim trunks. I am surprised at his thick, dark chest hair. We walk into the pool together and he holds my hand. We walk into chest deep water and into a shady spot. He tells me how our schedule will be the next two days and how he knows that I will keep him organized during it. As he is talking, he puts his hands my shoulders and he starts slowly rubbing my arms as he looks into my eyes. Even though he is twenty years older than I, I find his handsome face and tender touching a real turn on.
Pastor Raymond says, "I know that you will be a tremendous help to me." He pulls me in to his chest for a nice tight hug and says, "Thank you for coming."
As he lets me loose, I feel a little disappointed that a kiss doesn't follow. We swim to the deeper water together and hold hands while we tread water. Our legs and bare skin are occasionally touching each other which adds to my excitement.
We leave the pool and Pastor Raymond keeps his arm lightly around my waist. The bare skin on bare skin is giving me some tingles. As we get to my room, we agree on 7 PM for dinner which gives us plenty of time to rest,
We have a wonderful dinner and Pastor Raymond treats me like a Princess. We share a bottle of wonderful wine and then go to the bar area with live slow music. We order vodka drinks that seem a little bit strong but good. He asks me to dance, and I fit into his arms nicely. We agree on the name Raymond for the evenings and the Pastor during the day. We dance two dances and then sit closely together in our booth. Our thighs are pressed close, and our hands move touching each other. We dance several times, each time with a little more rubbing and touching. We order another vodka drink and I start really feeling the alcohol. Soon we are dancing with Raymonds' hand cupping my ass cheeks. I know that as a married woman, I shouldn't allow all of the attention being showered on me. But Raymond is our Pastor and such a nice man.
Somehow, with Raymond's help, I get to our rooms. I awake in the early morning laying in Raymonds' arms, cuddled against him. I have only my panties and bra on but am warm with his arm around me. My bra is pinching me, so I remove it. I decide that I will deal with all of this later and I go back to sleep.
I awake a little later with Pastor Raymond's arm around me while his hand is slowly stroking my bare back. My bare chest is pressed against him.
I hesitantly ask, "What happened last night? What did we do?"