Peter had been the organist at St Leonards Church for over thirty years. A widower with two grown up children, he had not had any female company since his wife had passed away from cancer three years before. A few months previously the parish had received a new vicar, Reverend Maxine Power. She was in her early thirties, a brunette with shoulder length hair normally tied back in public with a gold hair clip. She was otherwise fairly plain to look at and was on her first posting as a vicar. She had taken quite a shine to Peter, suggesting that they go for a drink after a series of weddings one summer Saturday afternoon which led to them having oral sex in her car on a remote cliff top. This had been followed by proper sex after the morning service the following day when they had been caught out by Trish Thorndike, a member of the congregation, who had called round at the vicarage for the keys to the parish hall after her daughter had left her mobile phone there earlier that day
Theresa Ruth Thorndike, or Trish to her friends, was in her early forties, around 5'3" tall, with collar length blond curly hair and an ample 38DD chest. She was a divorcee and lived with her daughter Abigail in a smart seventies built house on the outskirts of town. She had been unlucky in her married life; her husband had walked out on her when Abigail was three years old. That had been nearly thirteen years before as Abigail would be celebrating her sixteenth birthday the following month. Trish was always well dressed, especially when she went to church on Sunday, and it was very rare to see her without a hint of lipstick or makeup.
The day after Trish had caught Peter naked at the vicarage, it had been Maxine's intention to call on her with Peter and apologise for any embarrassment they might have caused to her. They had been to visit a parishioner whose brother had passed away on the previous Saturday but had spent quite a while talking and discussing arrangements for the forthcoming funeral. Consequently when they arrived at Trish's house she had gone out so Maxine had dropped him off at his house as she had a prearranged meeting with the bishop that afternoon.
Peter had been due to pick up his two children from the station that afternoon but when he got home from his tryst with the vicar, he'd had an answerphone message from his daughter explaining that they wouldn't now be arriving until the next day as they were meeting a friend in London, so he was at a loss for something to do. While he was eating his lunch, he decided he would go and pay Trish a visit and apologise personally. He knew she would be on her own that day as he had overheard Abigail telling her friend Annabelle that she would be visiting her dad's that day and would be staying overnight.
When he had finished and washed up the few items of cutlery and crockery, he set off for Trish's house. She lived about a fifteen minute walk away so he had decided to leave his car at home as he fancied some exercise.
Trish meanwhile had come back from her outing and had also had her lunch. Her mind was still so full of the previous day's exploits that she felt she just had to share it with someone. She had tried ringing her close friend Helen Faraday, who was the Sunday school teacher at church, earlier that morning but could not get an answer. This was contrary to what Peter and Maxine actually expected her to do as she wasn't normally a gossip. So after lunch she tried again, and this time her friend answered.
"Hi Helen, you'll never guess what happened after church yesterday..." she said and began to regale her friend with the events of the previous day. Helen sat in her lounge listening in wide eyed amazement.
"What, and he was stark naked?" she said. "Blimey, I wouldn't have thought he would do something like that."
"Well it just goes to show you, doesn't it?" said Trish, revelling in her news. "And she had nothing on under her slip you know. I could see all her, um, pubes and that when she bent down to pick up the keys." This last statement was actually not true as she hadn't seen anything. Maxine had taken great care to ensure that she didn't when she bent down.
"Was he, um, you know, um, well endowed," said Helen, stifling a girlish giggle.
"Very!" said Trish. "He didn't know where to put his hands. I tell you this Helen; I wish my ex had had a penis like that. I wouldn't have minded some of Peter's though, I can tell you!"
"Trish, you tart! exclaimed Helen. "Look, I've got to pop out to the dentist shortly, but I'll ring you again in about an hour if you like and you can tell me the rest."
It was at that moment that Peter arrived at Trish's house and rang the doorbell.
"Yes, that's fine," said Trish. "I'm going to have to go now anyway. There's a man at the door. It's probably just someone trying to sell me double glazing or solar panels or something like that. I'll call you in a bit. Bye for now."
She put the phone down and opened the front door. Her jaw dropped and her cheeks turned scarlet when she saw Peter.
"Oh, hello," she said regaining her composure.
"Hi," said Peter. "Look, it's about yesterday. I hope Maxine and I didn't embarrass you too much."
"No," said Trish still blushing at the thought of it. "What made you think that? Look, don't stand out here on the doorstep, the neighbours will see you. Won't you come in for a moment?"
Peter stepped into the hallway and she shut the door behind him.
"Come through to the kitchen," she said. "I was just going to make a cup of coffee. Would you like one? It's only instant I'm afraid. I don't go in for all that posh stuff; you know, lattes, espressos etc."
"Instant is fine," said Peter.
He followed her down the hallway into the kitchen and stood in the doorway watching her as she set about preparing two mugs of coffee. She put the kettle on to boil the water. "Take a seat," she said, nodding towards a table with two chairs either side. Peter sat at the one nearest to the door. "So what made you think I was embarrassed, then?" she said.
"Well it must have been a bit of a surprise coming face to face with Maxine in her underwear and me with absolutely nothing on," he said. "To be honest, I didn't hear the doorbell otherwise I would have stayed upstairs out of sight. I truly am sorry if you felt embarrassed or offended in any way."
"Well it was a bit of a surprise I must admit," said Trish. "You don't expect to visit your vicar and find her cavorting about with the organist. It's a good job I didn't have Abigail with me though."
"Yes, it was," said Peter, then he suddenly looked worried. "You haven't said anything to her, have you, I mean I don't want the rest of the choir finding out, especially the younger ones."
"Good heavens, no, of course not," said Trish. "What do you take me for? If I told her, she'd be texting all her friends and broadcasting it to all her followers on Facebook and it would be halfway across the country in ten minutes!"
"That's a relief," he said. "Then it's our little secret. Yours, mine and Maxine's. No-one else must ever know."
"It shall be," said Trish crossing her fingers behind her back. She dare not let on that she had already told Helen, who would be phoning again for all the gory details within the hour.
"Do you mind if I ask you another question?" said Peter. "You might find it a bit sensitive, but did the sight of me being naked yesterday turn you on at all?"
"I'd rather not say," she said turning beetroot red again.
Peter took that for a 'yes' but decided not to pursue the matter further. He watched as she busied herself making the coffee as the kettle had now boiled, and she handed him a mug, then started to fold some washing that had just come out of the washing machine. Every so often she would glance furtively across at him. Peter noticed it a few times but said nothing about it.
"We called round this morning, Maxine and I," he said taking a sip of coffee. "We both wanted to apologise to you personally, but we'd been to see Agnes first and she kept us talking about Sid and showing us pictures and that so when we got here there was no reply. We noticed your car was here though so we guessed you wouldn't be far away."
"Oh, I caught the bus into town," said Trish. "I always do unless Abigail's with me. It's cheaper than parking in town when I'm on my own and I can come back at leisure. It's her sixteenth birthday next month. She wants a new watch. There's something wrong with her current one which keeps stopping and it's going to cost a lot to put right so I've brought her a new one."
Peter watched her, noting her frequent glances in his direction, as she finished tidying away the washing, piling it all in a basket ready to be ironed. She stood leaning against the worktop sipping her coffee, the sun lighting up her golden curls and turning her pale blue blouse semi-transparent. He stood up and joined her. He put his cup on the table and gently prised hers out of her hand and put it next to his. He put his arms round her waist and pulled her gently towards him before planting a kiss on her lips. She kissed him back, and then pulled away. No words were spoken as he pulled her closer still until their chests pressed against each other. He started kissing her again. She put her hands on his shoulders as his hands started roaming across the small of her back. He could feel her lovely tits against his chest as they kissed until eventually she broke free.
"That was lovely," she said, running her hand through her curls. "But I guess you have things to do?"
"Only to kiss the loveliest lady that I can think of at this moment in time," said Peter with a wink.
He started kissing her again ignoring her half-hearted gestures to stop. Realising she wasn't going to immediately win, she put her hands back on his shoulders again. Again he pulled her close to him so that her tits were squashed against his chest. He slowly moved his right hand round to her left breast and started sliding it gently up the side and then across the front of it. Up and down he moved before gently giving it a squeeze. Each time he brushed past her nipple she would give a little gasp.
Eventually he let go and Trish stood trying to catch her breath. Before she could say anything however, he pulled her towards him once more and started pushing his tongue down her throat. She didn't seem too fazed by this even though there was a slight difference in height and she had to stretch up to do it. Peter's right hand was once more playing with her breast. Her hands were more round the back of his neck than his head as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. His other hand now moved up to her free breast and started squeezing and massaging in unison with its twin. After a few minutes, he released his grip again.
