Orange Dress

"Come every soul by sin oppressed there's mercy in the Lord..."

-- I want to cum, he thought. I want to cum so hard inside her tight ass. God she looks good in that dress... there's mercy between her thighs, that's certain...

"he will surely give you rest..."

-- I'll rest right next to her tight body, he thought … but there won't be much rest, really... just sweat and heat and kisses and his cock as far inside her as it would go...

Rachel wore an orange cotton dress that hit just at her knee and brown boots with heels that must have been at least 5 inches tall. Her brown hair hit just below her shoulders and her eyes were a bright blue that sparkled when she sang.

As she stood, singing "only trust him, only trust him" he noticed the outline of her thong... noticed the pleasant curves of her ass... noticed the cotton around her thighs... his eyes moved up, observing a flat stomach (from running) and perky B cup breasts nicely filling out the cotton dress.

His suit was a charcoal grey, his tie a navy blue. Dark hair and eyes and thick, full lips that only partially opened as he mouthed the words... "he will save you, he will save you now..."

All the while his mind on the taste of the flesh of her neck.

Her daddy was the preacher, and she almost always said a word after the sermon. Her voice was pleasant, kind of sing-songy. Nothing like the throaty growls he'd heard when they'd been together.

He looked at his wife and reminded her it was his Sunday to lock up.

She left quickly, wanting to get home and eat and take a nap.

He stood in the back and shook hands with those leaving... knowing his hands would soon be on her warm skin.

Rachel talked to her dad, to her friends, and reminded her husband she was staying after to get things together for the women's fellowship that afternoon.

The building was empty...the smell of old paper and coffee and aftershave and flowery perfume lingering.

Rachel was standing at the pulpit when he entered... He'd locked every door and walked the building, they were alone.

The lights were out in the sanctuary. He walked up behind her, placed a hand on her waist, and kissed her neck. She let out a soft moan.

He quickly lifted her dress and his hand was on her thigh... around the waistband of her thong, a finger teasing the edge of her pussy... feeling heat and slight dampness...

With his other hand, he smacked her firm runner's ass... and the sensation caused her to let out a low growl. Standing there, he could see all the pews... could envision every single member...

He told her to grab the pulpit...to face forward...

And he got on his knees... he pulled her thong down and held it to his face... absorbing her scent.

His tongue and lips kissed the flesh just above her boot.. and he traced a line up her thigh... His hand was on her pussy now, cupping it, a finger stroking between folds as she gripped the solid hardwood of the pulpit...

His mouth was on her ass... biting, teasing, licking...

and, as a finger went inside her sticky-wet opening, his tongue teased her anus. She nearly screamed, but it came out guttural and low and hungry... and he licked more... and his tongue penetrated her ass... tasting her, devouring her, his entire mouth at her opening... his finger applying gentle pressure to her clit...

He could not stop... He was all in... all over... lost in her...

the bitter, burning, semi-sweet taste of her ass aroused him like almost nothing else...hearing her moans caused his cock to jump to full attention, and he unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants... his boxer-briefs nearly soaked in pre-cum.

He felt her tense up, felt her grip... and he kept on kissing, licking, sucking... pushing and rubbing and massaging her angry clit. She came. Hard. Sweet wetness from her pussy now on his fingers and chin and tongue...

He stood and in almost a single motion, his pants were down and his cock was inside her... He bent her over a bit and used his thumb to tease and then penetrate her wet ass.

"only trust him... only trust him... only trust him now..."

Her breasts were pressed against the polished woodgrain of the podium and she was lost, screaming, growling... begging for him not to stop...

"he will save you … he will save you... he will save you now..."

And in a deep thrust, a grind... a push, their bodies were as close as they could be... and a feeling better than salvation came over both of them as the force of his orgasm brought on her own...

They collapsed behind the pulpit, a mess of orange cotton and grey wool and cum and sweat.

She pulled him to her, kissed him, and they smiled. They wouldn't say the words...but they both knew how the other felt.

They rested, panting, nearly sleeping... holding each other in a long, warm embrace.

They'd see each other next after Wednesday night Bible study... just a few more days. After an hour or so in the Word, his cock would be in her mouth. The salty-sweet communion he'd taste on their lips as they kissed to part.

The glory of the Lord truly shone on them as their bodies glistened and their smiles beamed a light unto the world.