John tugged at his collar, his tie a little too tight. He stood patiently outside the door, his suitcase sitting on the warm concrete as he waited, hearing footsteps approaching from inside.
John was the new pastor for God's Hope Community Church out here in the beautiful city of Hallover. He'd spent his youth and much of his adult life in New York city, falling in love with its sights and sounds, loving the constant rush and swell of people running throughout it, but he was in need of a change. The senior pastor at his last church, Sacred Love just outside Manhattan, recommended John for the position here at God's Hope. Their last pastor had tragically injured himself turning a recent town flooding which had also damaged part of the church, most notably the pastor's quarters.
They hired John almost immediately but warned him that they didn't really have a place for him to live until the renovations were complete. He told them that it was fine of course, there's no reason he can't stay at a hotel but the congregation insisted he stay with them. He felt a burden but Anri Yoshihara, one of the wealthier members welcomed him to stay at her home until the church was fixed.
So he got off the bus and took a cab to Anri's home. It was when he was standing outside her door that John realized he had no idea what he was doing. Running his own church at such a young age? Most pastors are well into their 40s by the time they lead their own flock, but here he was at the tender age of 25, tugging at his collar outside a wealthy woman's door about to lead his own congregation.
All of his nervousness washed away when Anri opened the door. She smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling up in the corners. Anri was an Asian woman in her mid 30s, busty, with a killer body. She was wearing a pink sundress and sandals, the low cut top showing off an impressive amount of cleavage, especially for an Asian woman. John reached out to shake her hand, beginning to say a greeting before she flung her arms open and crushed him with a hug.
"Pastor John, so glad to see you!"
When she wrapped her arms around him, his handshake attempting arm ended up folding and landed against her breast. He blushed, quickly pulling it out of the way.
"Thank you so much for having me. I truly wish to not become a burden," John said as Anri broke the hug.
"Burden? No, of course not, don't be silly. I've got this big ol' house and few people to share it with, just me and the girls," she said reaching down to grab his bag.
"Please, let me," John said, reaching for his bag as well but Anri swatted at his hand.
"Nonsense, you just had a long flight out to the middle of nowhere and you're a guest. Let me take it for you."
John reluctantly allowed her to take his suitcase and they walked into her home. It was rather large and obvious that she came from money. The foyer floor was made of either marble or a very good imitation and cutouts in the walls held small white statues of Venus and Aphrodite, their blank eyes watching John as he walked in, shutting the big oak door behind him. Ahead was a staircase that lead up to the second floor, flanked on either side by doors leading deeper into the home.
"Your house is gorgeous," John said honestly, looking around. He'd always been fond of architecture, telling himself that if he didn't get into the ministry he would have loved working on buildings.
"You're too kind. My husband Arnold designed it himself," she said, carrying the bag up to the edge of the stairs. It was here that John, absentmindedly looking up at the great glass chandelier, bumped into Anri, his crotch pressing into her ass. She stumbled a little and gave a little yelp as he quickly caught her in his arms, his left arm on the small of her back and the other against a smooth thigh. Her dress had ridden up and exposed the tiny pink thong she had on underneath. It was lacy in the front, just barely covering her and it was obviously she didn't have any hair underneath it. John quickly looked back up, seeing Anri smirking at catching him looking.
"Well, I usually save the dancing for during the date," she laughed as John helped her right herself. John stammered out an apology but she put a finger to his lips, smiling, "It's OK, accidents happen. Let me show you to your room."
John nodded, blushing. His mind kept going back to that little piece of fabric hiding her bare pussy underneath. He tried to shake the image from his mind as they headed up the stairs and to the right, following a hallway. He was a man of the cloth and these impure thoughts would be the end of him, especially if he was new here. Although his denomination did allow clerical marriage, John thought it to be a little soon for that.
I can't believe how small that thing was!, John thought before finally pushing the image out, reminding himself that he was a grown man in control of himself. He wouldn't allow some thong, however small and great it looked, to ruin anything for him at this new place, especially with a married woman. Or... is she?
"I notice you don't wear a ring," John said, seeing the bare finger on her left hand. Anri turned and nodded over her shoulder at the question.
"My Arnold passed away a number of years ago, just after the girls were born," she said.
"I'm sorry to hear that. The Lord will take him well in Heaven I'm sure," he replied as they reached a closed door.
"Thank you pastor, I appreciate that."
"You mentioned the girls?"
"Yes, Amy and Jenny, my daughters."
"Oh that's wonderful, I didn't know you had daughters before I came," he said, realizing he really didn't get enough information before flying out here, now thinking that he should have done a lot more homework. Hell, this lady might want to kill and eat him!
"They won't bother you... I hope," she laughed as she opened the door, "they're good kids, I did my best to raise them right," she said, leading him inside.
"I'm sure you did a good job," he replied as they walked in. The room was modest for the size of the rest of the house, containing a King sized bed and walk in closet. Anri set his suitcase on top of his bed and turned and smiled.
"Well, this is it. Make yourself at home of course, feel free to rearrange the furniture or whatever you like, I have no problems."
"Thank you so much for your hospitality. Have you spoken with Jim yet about the renovations? I tried reaching him but he hasn't gotten back to me yet," John said, looking around the room and admiring the bookshelves set into the wall filled with first edition copies of many classics.
"Jim is always galavanting out in the woods, I'm sure he'll respond soon. Last I checked they said it would be at least two months until it was done."
"Two months? I really don't want to be a-" John began to say before Anri interrupted him.
"Don't you go saying that you're a burden again! Trust me, having a man in the house will be nice. Tough to get any dating done with the girls home from college."
"Well, I can't be that kind of man for you," John said, turning around and seeing Anri smiling at him. He felt like his eyes were being drawn to her cleavage.
"Of course of course, there's just a certain energy around when there's a man about. Not saying you need to, you know, take care of my needs. I'm sure I can do that on my own as usual," she said, her eyes twinkling. John blushed at the idea, another thought forming in his mind. Anri on her back, legs spread, that tiny pink thong pulled to the side. Her fingers reaching down and rubbing slow circles around her clit as she cooed, one hand up and cupping her breast, her head thrown back as she plunges a single finger into her wet pussy, slowly sliding it in and out before rubbing her clit in lazy circles again, teasing herself.
"Pastor?" Anri asked. John snapped back to reality, smiling at the woman.
"Sorry, yes, I'm sure everything will be fine," he replied and realized with a certain horror that a bulge had begun forming in his pants from the image of Anri playing with herself running through his head. John turned back to look at the bookshelf, hoping his hostess hadn't noticed.
"I'll leave you to unpack. If you need the bathroom there's one right next to your room," she said to his back. John could feel the warm smile in her voice, "I'm going to go downstairs and start making us some lunch."
