Church Lady

When we broke our kiss, I sighed heavily, looking into Nancy’s eyes. “I bet they didn’t teach you that in Sunday school.”

Nancy laughed. “No, they didn’t. It was independent study.”

“It will probably do you well in the mission field, though. Don’t know if the Southern Baptist Convention will approve of it as a way to win souls, though.”

“No, but it seems to work. I bet I made you see Jesus.”

I laughed. “That I did!! Praise the Lord!!”

We both laughed. Nancy kissed me. “Sorry I couldn’t let you have me more completely. I’m just a mess right now.”

I took her hand. “Not a problem. I understand.” I told her of my youthful experience.

“We should get together next week, maybe I’ll be in a better situation,” said Nancy, a sad smile coming to her face.

“I’ll see you Sunday?? We can set something up, maybe later in the week. Or text me.”

“I have to see how my week looks. We’ll talk Sunday. I’m not singing this week, so I’ll be in the back, behind you.” She gave me a sly smile. “Watching your ass.”

I laughed. “So that’s what that was about. You were kneading my butt like you were going to make biscuits out of it.”

Nancy laughed. “Yeah, well....when I’m not singing, and usually during the sermon when I’m off stage, I sit in the back.”

“I had noticed that.”

“So, one Sunday when I wasn’t singing, I was standing back there during worship, looking around to see who was there, my mind kind of wandering, and I noticed this guy in a pair of jeans, standing in one of the front rows.”

I smiled. “Yeah, and....”

“And I’m thinking, he has a nice ass. And it’s you!!”

“Ha, ha. And you had to have a piece of it.”

Nancy blushed. “Um...yeah.”

“Was it everything you expected??”

“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled broadly. “So was everything else!!”

I took her hands and kissed her. I thought about asking what inspired her to go after a 60 year old widowed man, or if she had done this before, but decided I’d just go with it. Sometimes it’s best not to ask too many questions.

Nancy and I were able to chat a few minutes after the service on Sunday, and made a plan for Thursday lunch at my house. It was a good free day for her, with the added plus that she should be clear of her time by then.

Thursday seemed an awfully long way off, but sometimes fate hands you a bonus. I was in the little Wal Mart on the west end of town on Tuesday afternoon, when I saw a familiar blonde looking in the meat case. I was first looking at the denim skirt and dark blue cardigan, then when she looked up, I realized it was Nancy. I walked over to her. She was holding a package of rib eyes.

“They’re pretty good with blue cheese melted on them.”

Nancy looked up, caught off guard, then realized it was me and laughed. “I heard that somewhere,” she said, giving me a big smile. I was quickly becoming enamored of her cheerfulness, and her smile could light up the whole town. We gave each other a kind of sideways hug at the meat section, chatted a few moments, then went our separate ways.

A few minutes later, I was over in the far end of the store looking for toothpaste and deodorant when I heard, “Hey!!” in a loud whisper. It was Nancy, standing in the main aisle at the end of the pet food. She looked up and down the main aisle she was standing in, then took two steps toward me, putting her out of the line of sight. She smiled at me, then reached up under her skirt. A moment later, she was slowly pulling down a pair of white cotton panties, which she slipped over one flip flop, then the other, rolled them up, and stuck them in her pocket.

A pair of plain white panties had never looked so sexy.

“Meet me outside after you check out. You know my van,” she said quietly, then backed out of the aisle and was gone. I finished up, getting to the checkouts just as Nancy was getting done. She gave me a quick glance as she went out the door.

I rushed through the checkout, one of those self serve things, which only served to prove my lack of aptitude as a checker. When I got outside, Nancy was already moving, heading to a more secluded spot toward a back corner of the lot, under a tree. I loaded my stuff and followed, parking on her passenger side. She rolled down the window.

“Back seat,” she called to me as the rear sliding door opened. By the time I moved from my car to hers, she was already in the back seat, leaned up against the window on the driver’s side. Her cardigan was now unbuttoned to just below her breasts. No bra today. How had I missed that earlier?? She still had both feet on the floor, and was kicking off her flip flops. I moved over to her, and we kissed. I reached in to play with her left breast, making the nipple stiffen immediately. She responded by pushing up my t-shirt, playing in the hair on my chest, then pushing it over my head and off.

She again reached for my chest. “I love a hairy chest,” she said, running her hands all over me. I was getting hard, almost to the point of pain by now. While Nancy was playing with my chest, I reached over to caress her right thigh. She responded by opening her legs to my touch. I teased her, rubbing up and down, but stopping just under the hem of her skirt, which made her giggle. I slowly worked up higher, finally reaching my goal. I was pleased to find I was not the only one with hair, feeling what seemed to be a nice crop of pubes under her skirt.

“So, I’m not the only furry one,” I teased.

Nancy giggled. “Yeah, I like it that way. My husband wants me to shave it.”

“I’ll never ask you. I like you just the way you are.”

Nancy smiled, then moaned softly as I traced the outline of her bush with my index finger, then slid it over her clit and inside her. “That feels good,” she whispered, now reaching for my shorts. She rubbed over my crotch, my already hard cock stiffening even more to her touch. After a minute or so feeling my dick through my shorts, paying attention to the bulging head, she unbuckled my belt and unsnapped them, slowly pulling my zipper down as I fingered her. My pulsing cock popped out, and she stroked it a couple of times, taking a moment to caress my balls.

“You don’t like underwear, do you??”

I chuckled. “Depends what pants I have on. If it’s denim, almost never, because the cotton is comfortable. Dress pants, not so much. I like not being restricted.”

“I like it,” said Nancy, still stroking me. “It seems like you’re always ready.”

I kissed her. “I am for you.”

Nancy laughed. “It makes you easy to get at, too. Probably a plus if, say, we were riding together and I wanted to play while we drove.”

“We’ll have to do that some time. You can wear that skirt, for exactly the same reason.” I lifted my ass off the seat, and she pushed my shorts down. Once past my knees, I pushed them the rest of the way, sliding them over my sneakers. I then turned to Nancy, facing her, my hard cock standing up in front of her. She reached for it, again stroking it.

“I want it inside me,” she said, looking me in the eyes. I wanted to go down on her first, but her bright blue eyes were giving me a pleading look, and I could now see her naked, spreading pussy up her skirt. Instead, I licked my lips and pulled her toward me, spreading her legs, and making her skirt ride up, exposing her blonde fur patch more fully. She put her right leg up on the seat, her left foot remaining on the floor. As she slid toward me, I could see her labia part, revealing her clit as her legs opened.

Nancy reached toward me again, taking my cock, placing it at her opening. I decided to go for it, and enter her, but pull out before I came so I could give her a good licking after some warm up, though it didn’t appear she needed much. I pushed forward, feeling the head play through her blonde hair, then the warmth of her pussy as I slowly opened her up. I moved in till I felt the hair around my cock meet her bush. The head of my cock was poking her cervix. She drew in a sharp breath from my presence inside her, then a big smile. I kissed her.

“That’s what I wanted!!” she said in a loud whisper. I kissed her again, deeply as I started to thrust, my pubic bone hitting her clit on each stroke. I loved the feel of her soft pubes on mine as our bodies met. Nancy was not missing a beat, and met me thrust for thrust as we pounded each other.

I was still planning to go down on her; fortunately at my age, I don’t come too quickly, so no danger, but I did want her to come first while my cock was in her. I made some circular motions with my hips as I bottomed out, making Nancy start to breathe harder as the stimulation on her clit picked up. I felt her right calf go over my back. I pushed in hard for a couple of strokes, making her whimper, then she let out a yelp as the head of my cock hit her cervix. She quickly covered her mouth, then smiled, then let out a long moan as I ground the base of my cock into her clit. I felt her pussy get wet and her hips shake as she came. I held my cock in deep, letting her orgasm wash over her, and soak my dick and balls as it dripped out.

We kissed softly as she recovered, then I slowly pulled from her pussy. I squeezed my shaft as I withdrew, a large drop of precome emerging as I pulled away.

Nancy looked at my leaking cock. “Did you come??” she asked, looking a little surprised.

“Only a little. I’m not nearly done yet.” I smiled, licked my lips, and knelt in front of her. I kissed her slightly chubby thighs, working my way slowly to her blonde paradise, making her giggle as I tickled her legs. When I got to her pussy, I kissed and nuzzled around the edges of her blonde thicket, making her giggle as she thrust her twat toward me. I avoided her advances, kissing my way along the top of her triangle, then down the crease between her bush and right thigh. Finally, I gently licked up one side of her open labia, missing her clit, then down the other. I pushed her skirt up for better access.

“Should I take that off??” asked Nancy, reaching for the button at the top.

“Oh, no,” I said. “Having you while you’re dressed is a real turn on.”

“Ohhh.....” Nancy’s voice trailed off as the realization of that hit her. “My husband always wants me naked.”

“Can’t blame him there,” I said, looking up for a moment. “But this is fun, too. You’re gorgeous, clothed or naked. Well, I don’t know about naked...yet!”

“I don’t know,” said Nancy, sadly. “My boobs are too small, and my thighs are too big.”

I looked up again. “Really, you’re nothing short of gorgeous. Don’t fool yourself. If you were my wife, I’d be all over you. You don’t need to be Dolly Parton, and I love your thighs. I could feel them around me every day.” Nancy smiled, but I could see tears welling up. Maybe no one had ever told her that before. “And I love the way your hips sway when you walk.”

“You watch me walk?!?”

“Every Sunday. It’s all I can do to resist biting your wonderfully plump ass.” Nancy gave me a big smile, blowing a kiss at me.

I returned to the task at hand, now licking straight up the soft furrow of her lips, lingering on her now extended clit. Nancy’s hips shuddered, then thrust into me. I tightened my hold on her little button, making her squirm. I released it, giving her pussy another pass, again tangling my tongue on her clit. She grabbed my head, forcing me into it. I have some flexibility, and moved so I could get my tongue inside her. I licked down below her clit, getting it into her pussy, fluttering it so I alternated between being inside her, and teasing her nub.

I did that for about two minutes, then felt her hands grip my head, pulling my hair. My face was suddenly coated with her womanly come. She cried out, hips bucking, thighs clamping on my head. I rode her out, still gently tonguing her pussy as a couple of waves of orgasm crashed.

When Nancy was finally relaxing a little, I moved up so I was over her. She grabbed my cock as I kissed her, pulling me to her. I quickly moved her so her ass was fully on the seat, her right leg bent against the back, left leg extending to the floor. She put my cock to her labia, and I pushed in hard. She recoiled and gasped, then started humping back at me, meeting each of my thrusts heartily.

We pounded at each other for several minutes, my balls slamming against her ass. A few minutes in, she was going over the top again, coating my cock with a splash of her juices. I slowed and pulled out of her. Nancy looked at me quizzically. I took her left hand, lifting her from the seat, and turning her so she was facing away from me, her hands supporting her against the seat back. I lifted her skirt, revealing her thick thighs and chunky ass, which framed her blonde pussy, the hair parted where her labia were open. I pushed the head of my cock on her clit, making her shudder, then pushed in slowly. I could feel her body react, her cunt tightening around my cock as I entered.

I started to bang away, my balls slapping her clit, my belly slapping against her ass. Nancy, having just come, was pretty primed, and soon was letting out a long, low moan as the next orgasm built. I dawned on me, as I looked around, that I had this married woman up on the seat of her van, with me behind her, standing up as best I could, all of the action high enough to be seen, in a Wal Mart parking lot in the middle of the afternoon. I was suddenly thankful for tinted auto glass.

I grabbed Nancy’s ass and plunged deep, turning her moan into a growl. I saw her face grimace, and I knew she was going to come again. I slapped her ass, which set her off, her hips pushing back at me as she yelped, at the same time, soaking my cock. I held in her as she came and relaxed, finally pulling out and letting her lie down on the seat.

“I can’t believe you haven’t come yet,” she said, panting.

I smiled at her. “It takes a while. One of the few benefits of being an old guy. I’m getting close, though. Where do you want me when I come??”

Nancy smiled, and lay down on the seat, her punished twat peeking out at me from beneath her skirt. I watched her skirt ride up as she resumed her earlier position of left foot on the floor, right foot on the seat, leaving her pussy fully exposed to my whim. She gave me an enigmatic smile. “On top of me.”

I crawled up over her, kissed her, and put the head of my cock at her inviting labia. She took the shaft and guided it in, letting out a short moan as the head spread her lips, then slowly sank deep. Nancy sighed and smiled up at me as I reached her deepest realm. I started to pump in and out, building to a steady pace. Nancy met me thrust for thrust, her own excitement building, judging by the steady whimpering as I drew the top of my shaft over her clit.

Soon I was there. “Gonna come, Nancy.”

I felt her right calf move off the seat and wrap around my thigh, pulling me in. Her left hand gripped my ass. I felt her left thigh tighten around me. She looked up at me with pleading blue eyes. “Inside me. I want it.”

As if I had a choice. Nancy tightened her hold on me, and I pushed deeper, feeling our pubes mingle, and my tightening balls on her ass. I let go, spewing long bursts of come deep in her, flooding her pussy til my come was filling in the spaces between my cock and her pussy walls, and spilling back out of her. After about the third spurt, Nancy let out a short cry, then her hips shook as the force of my ejaculation triggered her own orgasm. We lay together slowly grinding our sex into each other as our orgasms trailed off. Finally, I was spent, and she relaxed, letting out a sharp sigh.

Nancy looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as we lay together, I atop her, my cock still stiff. It was swimming inside her. “Wow,” she said, still breathing hard, smiling up at me. “That was amazing!!”

I smiled. “Yes it was.” I looked down at her. “You were amazing. I don’t know why your husband lets you leave the house.”

Nancy suddenly got a sad look. “If he had his way, I probably wouldn’t get out, except to take the kids to school, go shopping, and to church.”

I had touched a nerve. “I’m sorry. I had no idea...”

Nancy cut me off. “Yeah, he’s one of those ‘the man is the ruler of the household’ Christians, and the wife is supposed to be subservient.”

“So, this is rebellion, screwing a newly widowed guy in the back of your van??” I said, smiling, but a serious question just the same. I slowly pulled out of Nancy, my dick bobbing in front of me, slick from all the come I had just deposited inside her. I watched as a long trail of semen started to flow from her wet and tangled pussy, a thick stream that spilled from her labia and ran down her right ass cheek, puddling on the back of her skirt. I sat back, Nancy putting her right leg in my lap. I took her hand in mine. “I sense some resentment.”

Nancy sighed. “Yeah, a little. We met in college. I was getting a degree in nursing. He was all for it, then we got married. I worked for a few years, then got pregnant. I took time off, then got pregnant again. I have three kids of my own, and we adopted one. They’re all in their teens now. I always thought I’d go back to work once they got older, but he thinks a woman’s place is in the home...” her voice trailed off.

“Don’t sell yourself short. Raising kids is not an easy thing-I have four myself, all out on their own now-but it surely has its challenges. There’s no shame in being a mom, so don’t feel like you have not accomplished anything worthwhile. Besides, you can always go back at some point, though it looks like that might take an interesting conversation.”

Nancy smiled sadly. “Well, I’m 46 now, so it’s been a long while since I graduated, and a lot has changed.”

“True. On the other hand, it’s something you can do til you’re old,” I teased her. “For what it’s worth, and maybe this will give you something to think on, my mom graduated law school at 39, and passed the bar at 40, and was still teaching at 72. Don’t let age intimidate you. I mean, you’ll probably have to take some classes to catch up, and retest, but it’s doable.”

Nancy looked at me. I could see the wheels turning. “Thanks. You’ve given me something to think about.” I reached toward her, she sat up, and we hugged. As we embraced, Nancy shuddered, then giggled. “I’m dripping!!” she said with a smile.

“Maybe better put those panties back on,” I suggested.

“Yeah, I better, or I’ll be giving the neighbors a show when I unload the bags at home,” said Nancy, pulling her panties from her side pocket. She gathered up the sperm leaking from her pussy and licked her finger slowly. She was making me crazy. She slipped the left leg opening over her foot, then the right, raising her ass off the seat as she pulled them up. She noticed the puddle on the back of her skirt.

“Don’t want him seeing that,” I laughed.

“He won’t. He likes me in those long dresses and skirts you see me in most of the time. I’ll change before he gets home.”

“Life with hubby sounds stifling.”

“It can be. He’s a good man, mostly. He just has these antediluvian ideas sometimes. It’s tiring. After 23 years, this is my first time stepping out.”

“How does it feel??”

Nancy smiled broadly and took my hand. “Strange, but at the same time, wonderfully fulfilling. Maybe it’s because this is new and different, or because you see me for who I am, and have no expectations.” She squeezed my hand. “And you’re sweet.” Nancy’s eyes sparkled.

“And you have a crush on me.”

Nancy laughed and held her fingers about two inches apart. “Just a little. And you have such a nice ass!!” She hugged me, grabbing my ass in a good squeeze. She looked at her watch. “I should probably get going. I have cold stuff in here, and I have to get put back together by about 5:30, or it may be a more interesting evening than I planned.”

We got dressed, or at least I did; Nancy had removed only her panties and flip flops. We said our farewells and went our separate ways. She stopped over on Thursday as we had planned, and we enjoyed nice lunch, and a leisurely love session on my king bed, where we were able to fully explore each other. It was lovely lying naked with her, feeling her softness, taking our time, ending when I came in her pussy as she rode me, our fingers entwined and looking into each other’s eyes as I filled her. I sent Nancy home with a huge cream pie, wondering how long she was going to able to hide that from her husband.