Reverend Chip Thompson of 62 years was sitting on a bench at the local park of a small town on a Wednesday afternoon five a clock in the middle of the summer. He saw a young couple walking towards where he sat. He recognized they were the new residents that moved into town and attended his catholic church two Sundays back. The husband was fairly tall at 5'10" in his mid-twenties, but being a skinny beanpole he didn't look intimidating. In fact, he looked more like the nerdy geek type with a soft personality. His wife was short at 5'3". She had her shoulder length black hair pulled back in a pony tail and her skin was light brown. She was wearing a light-blue sundress with spaghetti straps and was walking on sandals. The married young couple arrived to his bench and they stopped in front of him.
"Oh. Hi there, Father," the husband said. His wife just smiled and waved at him shyly. Up close, the priest could see her beautiful grey eyes.
"It's a lovely warm afternoon isn't it? What are your names? I forgot," asked Father Thompson.
"I am Roy Pearson and this is my wife Jackie."
"Ok... Are you alright, Roy?" Thompson frowned.
Roy was suddenly squirming uncomfortably with his legs closed. "No. I think I need to go pee." Roy sort of laughed, embarrassed.
"There's a restroom over there." The Father pointed around the corner of the park, one-hundred feet away from them.
"Wait here Jackie. I'll be back."
"Oh... Ok, honey."
With Jackie's body turned sideways to the priest he had a nice view of her profile, discovering how her ass was dangerously ballooning out under her waspish thin waist. Father was awed by the sight of her round, juicy ass. He started asking her personal questions.
"Well Jackie, how is it going?"
Jackie turned to him, blushed and looked down at her feet. "Good."
"How do you like this small town? I know it can feel very lonely, but at least this is a peaceful and nice neighborhood, won't you say?"
"Yeah, I guess. We moved out from New York because my husband is trying to save money," she said. She then looked dispirited and added, "Honestly, I'm not so sure I wanted to move out, but... I don't know... we'll see."
Thompson noticed she had a cute foreign accent which he thought was actually cute, something that for a strange reason made him feel a little funny down there. "Where are you originally from?"
"I'm Puerto Rican, I don't speak English a lot, mostly Spanish." She shrugged and giggled, playing with her ponytail.
Father Thompson felt a feverish desire rising inside his being for this lovely shy girl. A hot-looking Lolita!
"How old are you, my child?"
"Eighteen. I just got married," she said with pride and giggled.
"That is nice." Thompson turned towards the restrooms just in time to see Roy stepping out the door. He felt adrenaline running through his body and asked her, "And where do you live?"
"Two blocks down that road, the second house to the left. Pretty close."
Thompson quickly told her, "We can talk some more another time. You know where to find me, or I can visit you at your house if you'd like."
Jackie only gave a shrug. She did not feel sure meeting him would be a good idea.
Seeing that Roy was approaching close enough to hear the conversation Thompson stood up as if he was leaving. "Well Roy, I think I need to get going. You know where to find me if you want to visit and talk."
"Ok," Roy said, looking away and not really caring. But Thompson gave Jackie a knowing look. Jackie's smile disappeared. She started to wonder why the priest was looking at her in a funny way. She sensed he wanted to get to know her in ways he wasn't supposed to.
The father then looked at Roy and told him, "Or would you like me to visit you at your house."
Jackie was studying the old man more carefully. Her face was serious and her lips were slightly parted.
Roy was thinking for a few seconds. "Mmm I don't know. I have no idea when I'll have time, but I'll let you know. Thanks." Roy wasn't interested in conversing with the priest at the time.
Thompson nodded and waved bye to them. "Ok well you two have a good one."
"You, too, Father. Goodbye." Roy turned to leave. Jackie grabbed her husband's arm and left without saying bye or even caring to look back at that weird priest.
Before Father Thompson turned the opposite direction to leave he took one more look at the 18-year-old's round swaying globes pushing under her dress. He knew it was wrong to stare but... god damn he couldn't help but steal another glance at her bouncy asscheeks. He could even see the faint outline of her panties on the thin dress. She was the best "piece of ass" he'd ever seen. He was now obsessed to have that timid, Lolita-looking teenage wife.