What a vision! What an ass!!
It was the first day at my new parish. I was a 36-year-old minister with the model family consisting of a "lovely" wife, an 8-year-old son and a 6-year-old daughter.
But the vision – the ass – I was staring at was not my wife's.
My first day at the new parish happened to be the day the congregation gathered for a work bee, to do spring cleaning throughout the church. I was being "toured" through the church by the Rector's Warden and introduced to all the workers, the members of my new congregation. We entered the kitchen and there was the ass I will see in my dreams until the day I die.
"Carol, I want you to meet our new pastor." From somewhere in the distance I heard the words, but was far from paying attention. I was mesmerized. And felt the stirring of an erection and I knew I was in trouble.
Carol stood up from wiping out the bottom drawer of the oven and turned to meet me. She had been bending from the hips and that wonderful ass had been sticking straight out, covered by a pair of tight black slacks. I could see no panty lines and could only assume she wasn't wearing any.
As she stood and turned, my eyes traveled up from her ass to her face, but got stuck part way up. They got stuck at the most magnificent pair of breasts I could imagine. Imagine was all I could do, as her light print blouse covered up her magnificent globes. However, it didn't take a genius to know, by the way they lightly swung under her blouse, that they were standing erect without the assistance of a brassiere.
My cock quickly continued its rise to glory. Fortunately, I am not a giant in the pecker category, and I had put on a painter smock, planning to help out with the work bee. But I knew I was in trouble.
Finally I was able to divert my eyes from her wonderful breasts and get my eyes up to her face. I choked and started to cough. My eyes could not believe what they were seeing. The face of an angel with the most appealing smile was looking me straight in the eyes. What a beautiful woman! And those eyes were the brightest baby blue eyes I have ever seen. I was riveted to the floor and almost missed my cue as she stuck out her hand to shake mine.
My cock was in frenzy. It wanted to stand up but was now trapped in the fly hole of my jockey style underwear. It couldn't stand up straight and it certainly had no intention of lying down. I was in trouble.
I reached out my hand to shake hers. A bolt of electricity shot through my hand right to my pecker that was already screaming for release.
What a vision! She stood tall at 5' 11", just an inch shorter than I am. Beautiful blond hair resting on her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, the smile on her face begging for her rosy lips to be kissed, magnificent 36D breasts that defied the law of gravity. If the skin on the rest of her body was as silky smooth as her hand, I knew that I had feel every square inch. But I could still see the vision of that ass which was now emblazoned on my memory.
"By the way, Carol is your secretary." Again that distant voice of the Rector's Warden jarred me back to reality.
"Pardon?" I stammered. "Carol is your secretary." As I heard these words repeated, I knew for sure that I was in trouble. How was I going to be able to keep my mind of the Lord's business when my pecker was in control of every thought?
I don't even know what I replied, but do remember excusing myself and heading for the washroom. I had to let my cock get into a comfortable position. I stepped into the only enclosed stall and undid my pants. I grabbed my jockeys and released my pecker from its prison. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself stroking myself off with the vision of that beautiful ass in my head. It took all of about 10 strokes, before I splattered my juice all over the door of the stall. I ejaculated over and over. I had never seen so much cum juice in my life before.
The first chore that I would participate in for the work bee was to clean the bathroom stall door.
Carol, as I was to find out in the next few days, was a year older than I was although nobody in their right mind would figure she was 37. At the most, you would think she was 26 or 27. She was also a widow, having lost her husband in a terrible car crash just 2 months before I arrived at the parish, leaving her to raise her two daughters by herself.
On my first Sunday, I stepped into the pulpit and looked down. There, sitting beside my wife, was Carol. The vision of her ass immediately sprang into my head and I was thankful that the pulpit, unlike the clear Plexiglas lecterns of today, was a large wooden one that hid the erection that arrived at the same time as the vision.
How was I ever going to do any work with this vision of loveliness working in the same office as me every day?
Well, somehow I managed to do so for about a year. Only because I rearranged the offices so that our desks were on opposite walls and our backs were to each other's.