A note for US readers – in the UK a “Vicar” is a parish priest. The job comes with a house called “The Vicarage”.
©2023 Janice James
She wondered about the girl in the village shop who wore a rainbow badge and was openly gay, she wondered about her pert breasts and how often she’d masturbated with fantasies of touching them, fondling them and kissing her. Sinful thoughts of sex with another woman. She tried to push them from her mind but Car Woman kept returning.
“See you tomorrow”
played over and over in Emily’s mind. That promised tomorrow was now today and all she had to do to make her fantasy real was to drive to the woods. But she knew if she did it would fracture her world. If she did go would Car Woman perform for her like yesterday? The wondered of watching Car Woman masturbating made Emily tingle, she was moist at the very idea. Would Car Woman expect her to do the same? She knew she never could. Or would Car Woman take control? Would they kiss, touch each other, undress… It was so tempting, so erotic, so wrong.
Emily stood from the kitchen table and went to the small mirror in the dark tiled hallway. She looked herself in the eye
“I am the Vicar’s wife and my life is perfect”
she said it out loud
“temptation is before me and like Christ in the wilderness I must resist”
Her mind raced, the wondered of kissing Car Woman, the village shop girl, she lifted her skirt
and positioned herself against the dresser, her knickers rubbing on the hard dark wood of the corner. She pushed her hips forward to feel the hardness on her pussy, on her cunt, on her clit. A little faster. Gyrating her hips and wriggling to push herself against it. The pleasure rose through her clit into her vulva, warming and gently unique and electric. Pleasure.
Her pussy became fully wet and she stood in the dark hallway of the vicarage fucking the dresser dreaming of watching Car Woman performing. Kneeling for Car Woman and devouring her cunt, licking and fingering her. The shop girl lifting her top to display those wonderful tits, Car Woman pulling her into her sex. Shop girl unbuttoning her jeans, Car Woman climaxing and crying out
“Emily”
Shop girl kissing her for the first time.
Slowly, measured, enjoying her pleasure she rubbed herself on the hard corner. She was wet and she knew exactly how to enjoy it best, it was a whole cunt experience and it was glorious. Grinding onto it. The corner of the hard wood pushing into her knickers. Different. Selfish. Lovely.
She climaxed and stood panting in the vicarage hallway sighing, almost singing
“Aaaahhhhhh”
She’d have to change her knickers but for now she remained rubbing the dresser. Loving the sensation, enjoying the after orgasm waves. She felt close to God. She turned to the mirror breathing hard and half in shame at what she’d been thinking and half in continued erotic delight she said
“I am the Vicar’s wife and my life is perfect”
Did you enjoy masturbating with Emily? Then why not treat yourself to the whole story? “Holy Orders” is 21,000 words with ten sex scenes including straight, lesbian and lesbian water sports.
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