I saw her auburn hair gloriously streaming down her back at the funeral.
One of my wife Sue's co-workers had died from cancer. Sue had dragged me to the funeral so she could socialize. She held my arm with two small sweaty hands and sniffed appropriately as we wound our way through the crowd to find seats. I looked over the crowd and decided I didn't want a funeral - on the other hand, a large drunken orgy...
Then I saw her hair. She was dressed in black and stood beside a man dressed in black. She had a small black hat that perched precariously on top of that riot of hair and a black dress that fell to her knees. I watched her as my wife dragged me around to meet and greet before the speeches began.
Finally I was able to slip away. I found her with her back to me, standing gazing off through a rain spattered window at an empty field. I slipped up behind her and whispered, "It's my turn for a fantasy..."
Her muscles stiffened. Without turning, her whispered reply came, "I can't..." She took a deep breath, then another, "Where? When?"
"In ten minutes, go to the Ladies powder room."
I slipped away down the hall to the restrooms. Just beyond them was a chain across the hall that held a sign, 'No Admittance'. I waited behind the Men's room door door until I heard footsteps coming down the hall toward me.
The footsteps slowed as they passed the Men's room. I stepped out silently and found myself behind her. I reached around her waist, she gasped as guided her to the chain. I quickly unhooked it and pushed her through, I then reattached it and guided her to the door that opened to the other side of the hallway from the washrooms. I tried it. It was unlocked and nobody was there. We mounted three steps that led to a platform where there were five chairs and a screen that separated this room from the main chapel.
The first hymn had just begun.
"Put your hands on the arms of that chair," I whispered in her ear. "Do you want the story before after or during.."
Her breath caught again. I heard her swallow. Her hands reached out and grabbed the chair arms in a death grip. I moved in behind her so that my crotch was tight against her ass. I leaned over her back and whispered again, "Before after or during.."
Breathlessly, "Oh, god..." she sucked in a deep breath, "during."
"I am going to fuck you now," I whispered, "I am going to lift the back of your skirt over your ass. Then I will push your panties down to your feet. You will step out of them. I will slip them into my pocket."
I slowly slid my hands down from her waist to the backs of her thighs - down to the back of her knees. I could feel her trembling under my touch. My hands reached the hem of her skirt. I ran my hands back up her thighs, pushing the skirt in from of them. Another gasp from her as I slipped my thumbs into the crack of her ass, pushing the string of her thong in deeper. She moaned quietly as my thumbs passed over her anus.
The music swelled as the chorus was sung.
A quick flip and the skirt was up over her back. I slid my hands down again, hooking the top of her thong in my fingers. I ran my hands around her waist as she sucked in another deep breath. The slow downward pressure I applied had her squirming as the thong slid over the round globes of her taut ass.
Another verse began.
Down I went, down her thighs, both hands caressing, both hands dragging the filmy piece of cloth, down over the backs of her knees, down her calves, down to her ankles. I tapped her left foot, she obediently lifted it so I could slip the side band thong over her sock and slipper, off her foot. I tapped her right foot, again she lifted it. I slipped the thong off. The crotch of the thong was wet and gave off a heady odour. I slipped it into my pocket.
The organ drowned out the singers as they lost the words.
