Close Call at Church

One of Erik's part-time jobs is on the staff of a church in town. I don't go to services there, but I've definitely serviced him there.  He has a lovely little office with a supple leather loveseat, a perfect spot for a little rendezvous. As long as the building is clear.

On this particular weekday morning, I met at his office so we could drive together somewhere, and we hadn't intended to do anything naughty in his office. Places to go, other locations to mess around in. As he locked up his office, we headed down the dark church corridor to the exit. We only made it a few steps before he pulled me to him for a kiss.

I melted into him as I kissed him back, but then I pulled away. We were too out in the open here, nowhere to hide, and it made me nervous. I turned away to start walking again, but he slid his hand around my waist and held onto me. "You're so fucking hot," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. He pulled me back against him, and I could feel his erection push against my ass. 

"We're gonna get caught," I hissed. Then I lost my train of thought as his hand slid into the waistband of my yoga pants.

"No panties today," he observed as his fingers brushed against my pussy lips.

My breath hitched as his fingers gently stroked their way along my swelling lips and then dipped inside me. My anxious thoughts fizzled at his touch, and I let my eyes close. His other hand reached around to tweak my nipple through my shirt and knead my whole breast just roughly enough to make me moan out loud. I could feel myself getting wetter, could feel the blood in my body rushing down to my cunt, swelling my pussy lips, hardening my clit. The church corridor around me, the dark hallway, the old-book smell, the warm stuffy air, all disappeared; my world shrank down to nothing beyond his touch. I leaned my breast into his kneading hand, leaned my ass against his hard cock inside his pants, and I rode his stroking fingers that massaged my clit and dipped inside me to drag my juices along with his touches.

"Does this feel good, babe?" he asked, his breath hot on the back of my neck, which sent electric pulses of sensation all the way down my spine.

'Good' was an understatement, but multisyllabic speech was beyond me. I grunted out a yes and kept grinding myself against his playing fingers. He moved tirelessly, keeping up a strong pressure and a steady rhythm as he rubbed me. I was so close. My grinding grew shorter, faster, centering his finger right on my clit where I needed his touch. My breathing turned to quiet gasps.

"You gonna cum for me?" he whispered.

I reached down and grabbed his hand, pressed it firmly against my aching clit, and humped him hard. He held me steady as my legs tensed and I writhed against him. The gasps coming out of my mouth grew ragged. I tried not to moan as the orgasm ripped through me, pulsing deep inside my cunt and flooding his hand with a rush of wetness. I kept grinding through the climax, pressing his hand onto my twitching clit, rocking hard against him. He held me steady and let me cum.

When at last the contractions eased, I let go of his hand. He kept his hold on me for a moment more and supported me as my leg muscles shook, weak with the aftershocks of pleasure. After a moment when I could support my own weight again, he finally pulled his hand out from between my legs. Then he brought his fingers up to my mouth. I obediently opened wide and sucked them clean of my juices, my tongue lapping and swirling against his fingers like I wanted to do to his cock.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth, and I finally turned back around to face him. Even in the dimness, I could see the lust and adoration on his face. "God, you're incredible," he whispered.

I slid my hand onto the bulge of his erection and squeezed. "Let me suck you," I begged.

"Not yet."

"Please?" I fumbled with his belt buckle, but he gently took my hands away, and he pulled me toward the exit.  Suddenly, the door to the stairwell flew open. Erik let go of my hand and I instinctively slowed to fall in step a few feet behind him, at a nice platonic distance. A woman stopped in the doorway, squinting into the dimness, as we approached. I began to panic. Erik was the picture of calm. He stopped to chat with the woman, introduced us to each other, told me she was the church organist. They talked for a minute about some church business, and then she went on her way, flipping on the light switch as the entered the corridor. I scuttled through the door as fast as I could get out of there, Erik close behind me.

I couldn't believe how lucky we were. If I had taken just thirty extra seconds to cum, we would have been busted. And if Erik had agreed to my begging to suck him off, what a disaster. Our secret was still safe. With my pussy still throbbing with the remnants of the pleasure, still wet from the fluids of my orgasm, I got into his car and we drove safely away.