Miss Faye
I could not believe that I had been stuck with the job of driving the church van. It was already bad enough I was a deacon at my grandfather's church, but now I'm stuck with the job of driving the church van. I hated that because I hated the job of driving old busy bodies back home while they gossiped about everything under the moon. Everything from talking about the pastor's wife which happened to be my grandmother to talking about someone's granddaughter being fast and the one they were talking about in particular happened to be the one that I was supposed to be meeting up with after church. Now I'm on my way to dropping the last lady off from the church.
The last person I was dropping off today happened to be Miss Willie Mae. Miss Willie Mae was an old busy body that was in her late fifties to early sixties. She was dressed to the reds and always had matching outfits on with those giant hats that always covered her shoulders. She had the matching purse and shoes to go with it because she wanted to put on the best show when she came down the aisle to put her money in the tithes basket.
In the church she was a saint, outside the church I think that she had a serious wild streak.
She was asking me all kinds of questions about my personal life. She was asking me questions about me getting married and having a girlfriend. She asked me if I had a girl in mind and I refused to go into details. I didn't let anyone know about my personal life and then she started telling me about how she was back in the day. Telling me about dancing and singing in the clubs and came to church after drinking and how she still goes to the bathroom to take a nip of liquor just to get through the service.
I was coasting back to her house at around forty miles per hour. I had never driven so slow out of my life but she had complained about how fast I was going slow I slowed down just to hush her up because she was about to get on my last nerve. I didn't care that she was one of my elders because she was a pain in everywhere I had feeling.
"My house is the first one on the left." She told me as I nodded in agreement and turned onto her street because I was more than relieved to know that I was finally getting rid of her.
I see that there is a God in heaven.
I rolled to a stop and put the van in park cut the engine. I stepped out of the driver's side and went ahead and opened the door for her and helped her out of the van. She might have been older, but I bet that back in her day she was a real looker.
She was old and still wearing four inch high heels. She had her black and grey hair in spirals that fell to her shoulders with her red hat covering them. She had a nice light skinned complexion that was complemented with some yellow teeth that looked like from years of smoking.
She was a heavyset lady and her buxom body filled out the outfit she was wearing perfectly. From the looks of the little bit of cleavage she was showing she was probably about a 38DDD in the chest, about a 34 in the waist and about a 52 in the hips because she did have a nice round ass and it still had some movement when she walked. She didn't have on any stockings and as I helped her out of the car, I saw that she had on some black lacy underwear that covered her sweet spot. She had thick thighs and from the look on her face she didn't mind giving me a peak as she slid her glasses on her nose. As I closed the door behind her and got ready to give off, I saw her point to the back.
"Get my box of food for me. That should hold me for the next few weeks." She replied with a smile as I forgot about that.
Why the fuck can't people just be happy with food stamps?
I got the box of food from the back just like she asked and took the food inside for her. She followed behind me and I stood in place as she motioned for me drop the box on the kitchen table. I did as she asked me and as I walked out of the kitchen she was standing in her living room and opened her arms to give me a giant hug. I didn't think too much of it and hugged the old lady close to me and felt her hold onto me extra tightly. I could feel her warm body as she kissed me on the cheek and then started running her hands over my lean frame.