Deacon Monroe sat at his desk, laughing with one of his friends, Steve Hillsborough. They were deacons at what had been a small local church but what was now growing into one of the biggest churches of the area.
Neither of them really cared about the religious or spiritual aspect of the church, but they both had an intense interest in some of the women that went there, and in fact they were waiting right now for a meeting with one of them.
This was a scheduled pre-marriage meeting with one of the young women who went to the church. Both men had known Kairen Stuxon for over eight years, since she was ten years old - she was now just one month past eighteen, and had flowered into a beautiful woman.
Deacon Monroe was a handsome older man with light blue eyes that could cut like lasers and a hard-planed face, tamed by longish brown hair with streaks of gray running through it. He was extremely fit and in his mid-fifties.
Steve had dark brown hair and eyes, and his hair was shorn close, his eyes were deep and penetrating at the same time and he had a thick, muscular body.
A few minutes later Kairen arrived, and shut the door quietly behind her. "Hi Kairen," the Deacon smiled at her, and stepped forward to shake her hand. She was much more than pretty - she had a straight, bold nose over a wide, full lipped mouth in a pixiesh face, and could not have stood more than 5'2". Her wide, hazel eyes always seemed slightly startled and she had a habit of sticking her tongue out when she thought about things.
As gorgeous as her face was, her body was even better. Her legs always seemed longer than they actually were, and flowed beautifully into wide hips and a plump ass that was just the right size in the Deacon's estimation; she often wore the new style of skin tight pants, though she favored long shirts that hung past her ass he had gotten glimpses of it before.
Today she had on a nice, thin knit dress that zipped all the way up the front and ended some inches above her knees, and the Deacon noted that she had on tanned hose underneath the dress.
He tried to see if she was wearing a garter belt, but could not tell; at any rate, at the sight of the short beautiful woman in the tan stockings his large prick gave a lurch.
She had a softly rounded tummy, and her dress hugged her large breasts. The men could see the fabric of the bra under the thin material of the dress, and exchanged a long look and a smile.
The young woman usually went out of her way to conceal most of her body except for the tight pants; she almost never wore anything that accentuated her impressive breasts, which seemed the size of small coconuts.
Even zipped all the way up, this dress left an impressive amount of cleavage on display, the Deacon thought almost to the line of her bra. He saw her blush slightly at his frank appraisal of her generous cleavage, and then was leading her over to the couch where Steve was already seated.
"I'm afraid Mrs. Carter can't be here, dear, would you like to reschedule the meeting? It is customary to have a female present as well."
The gorgeous young woman bit her lower lip and glanced back and forth between the two men, then looked down at the floor, blushing softly. "I - I guess that's OK," she said softly, her eyes glancing about the room.
They chatted casually for the next twenty minutes or so, getting to know the pretty young woman; they asked about her education desires - she couldn't afford college, she said with a sigh, and Steve patted her gently on the shoulder in commiseration, then let his hand gently rub her upper back as she began talking about her dad, who had passed away several years before.
"Anyway, Tad is going to college and we are going to move into a house off campus," she said. "He's getting a business degree," she added, and glanced quickly at Steve, who was still gently rubbing her back.
Deacon Monroe tried not to snort - he was in a variety of businesses, and knew that business degrees were almost worse than useless. "Well, perhaps we can find him a place in one of my organizations, dear," he said, and patted her stocking clad knee for just a moment.
Kairen was still sitting very straight on the front section of the couch cushions, her small graceful hands clasped in her lap, and she twisted her delicious body, hoping that Steve would get the hint and stop rubbing her back. When the Deacon patted her knee she just about jumped out of her skin, and tried to breathe evenly. He had removed his hand quickly, before she could push it away, but Steve's big hot hand was now rubbing further up and down her back, and it was confusing the young bride to be.
"That - that would be great, sir," she said, thinking how nice he was, and deciding to ignore the way the older man's sharp eyes were studying her cleavage - this dress did show off a bit more of her firm, round breasts than she had planned!
"Well, the wife is always an important aspect of the people I hire, Kairen," he smiled, and she suddenly felt as though she were on a job interview as well as being in pre-marriage counseling.
The Deacon smiled down at the girl, who was trying to sit still. There was a lull in the conversation, and she glanced shyly around the room, but still did not ask Steve to stop rubbing her back through the thin knit dress. Deacon Monroe smiled at Steve as the man toyed briefly with the clasp of her bra through the dress, and the Deacon noticed that the 18 year old's ears were suddenly a brighter shade of pink.
"So, are you a virgin, Kairen?" He asked suddenly, making the decision that they were going to try. Steve smiled in wide satisfaction, and toyed again with the delicate clasp of Kairen's bra through the knit dress.
She was biting her lip, and twisting slightly; it made her big, round breasts strain a bit harder against the tight fabric of her dress but she seemed not to notice, and she licked her lips, and then bit her tongue lightly with the tip of it sticking out.
