My walk home from school took me through the churchyard where I often stopped to smoke a cigarette before I reached my home where smoking was forbidden. Like most teenagers I did indulge in that unhealthy habit amongst others. I would stop by the vestry entrance to our parish church which was on the south side of that ancient building. The vestry was an extension or porch protruding from the main body of the church and therefore allowing a hiding place where I would not be seen smoking.
I was a typical eighteen year old boy in the nineteen sixties and had a real passion for mature ladies. My thoughts were never far away from sex and I loved the thought of being seduced by one of my mother's friends or a neighbour and even my friends' mothers and my school teachers.
On this warm summer's day I stood quietly in the sun hidden down the side of the vestry and was just ready to walk on when I heard voices from inside the vestry. I heard rattling and creaking from the large wooden door which opened and the voices were now quite clear. My heart pounded and my mouth went dry in fear of being caught there smoking. The voices were both familiar to me. There was a lady who was Mrs. Rawson, the wife of the vicar and the other was a male who was Mr. Wilson the organist and choir master.
"Good bye for now and will we meet here again next Tuesday?" were the soft words from Mrs. Rawson.
"Yes, I would love to see you again Susan, I have very much enjoyed our time together." replied Mr Wilson.
There was a pause and a strange sound, it was a kiss, yes a long lingering kiss and another. My word, what had I stumbled upon? I got down low behind a grave stone to avoid being seen as Mr Wilson turned the corner, and whispered, "See you here at three o'clock on Tuesday then."
I stayed where I was until he was out of sight and then continued on my way home, but with only one subject on my mind. What had been going on there and my thoughts wandered to him and her in a compromising situation somewhere in the church. Where would they go to be private? Did the vicar have a secret room somewhere within the church?
I was quite familiar with our parish church as I had been in the choir and also an altar boy before I found other interests. I knew the vicar, his wife and the Mr. Wilson well through my younger years' activities.
The next day I went to the church again and quietly entered by the main north door. I had to investigate my findings of the previous day as I had thought of nothing else all night and today. I had imagined them caressing and making love together. I had no idea what Mrs Rawson would look like unclothed but I had imagined her and it had turned me on. She was over fifty years old, quite short and plump. She dressed plainly with long black, often pleated skirts, with flat shoes and white blouses. I had never really noticed her figure but she was what one would expect for a woman of her age and standing, a little over weight. The unknown intrigued me.
I had prepared an excuse for being in the church if I had been caught there, and it was that I was doing some research for a project at school. I had, in fact done that work in my earlier years and could now be expanding my knowledge of the twelfth century place of worship. Such places were not locked in those days. The building was all quiet as I cautiously walked to the front of the naive and looked for a secret room off the chancel. I found no secret places and so went to the back to the tower, and there was a room which was a partitioned area at the base of the tower. It was a small room which was where the stairs ascended to the belfry ringing chamber. There was a long rope hanging from a hole in the ceiling which was attached to a single bell used to call parishioners to church. There were a few chairs, some hassocks or kneelers as well as an electric convector heater and some coat hooks on which hung some religious garments.
"This must be the place," I thought. "There was even a bolt on the inside of the door".
I tried the door to the stairs and found it to be open, so I ventured up the stairs to the bell ringers' loft and peeped through the hole in the floor where the single bell rope descended and was delighted to be able to observe a large proportion of the room below. My thoughts were racing and my heart was pounding, I had to secrete myself here before three o'clock next Tuesday afternoon.
I left the church and went on my way thinking only of Mrs. Rawson and Mr. Wilson together in that small room at the back of the church. I masturbated furiously all through the following days and nights imagining them fondling and fucking and her partially and fully undressed. I had visions of her mature underwear with stockings and her large breasts and stomach and her broad bottom.
The Tuesday arrived and my penis was sore. I went off to school as usual but left lessons early to get into the church in good time. It was around 2.30 pm when I arrived and quietly entered with my excuse ready, should anyone be there to challenge me. The place was empty and so I went to my hiding place up the stairs to the chamber above the small room, carefully closing doors behind me. I settled lying on the wooden floor peering through the hole.
Just before three I heard noises and the door to the room below opened, it was Mrs. Rawson dressed in her usual white buttoned blouse and her long full pleated skirt. I studied her figure and noted her large low hanging breasts which she camouflaged with the loose fitting blouse which was tucked into her skirt. Her lower legs looked quite normal with dark stockings or tights but her thighs and bottom were more substantial. She bent over to rearrange some hassocks and the full width of her bottom was revealed. The church clock struck three.
