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Mathew had always admired Vicar John ever since he was a teenager in the church choir. In fact, he was more of a father than a friend or confidant, and now, at twenty-one years of age, he found himself at the dinner table being told, in no uncertain terms, to call him just John. It felt strange for him to drop the vicar term because it had been so ingrained in him. Janice, the vicar’s wife, sat opposite him as the aroma of basil and oregano thrilled their senses and the crisp blackberry notes of the claret swilled around in their mouths.The conversation was appropriate for the evening though it must be said that Janice’s somewhat risqué and sharp turns of phrase often tried to turn the conversation to more sexual matters. Her attire was also affecting Mathew as he ate. The ups and downs of conversation seemed to match his emotions whenever he looked at the plunging neckline of her dark navy dress and the wisps of hair that floated angelically from the bun on her head. She would often take a sip of wine, replace the glass on the table and nibble at her fingernail in the corner of her mouth while Mathew answered some pertinent question.Janice watched him: his eyes and how he directed the conversation to both John and her in turn, his lips and how they moved and his hands and how animated he was when talking about those subjects that interested him. Though it was his hands that she kept looking at the most while her wanton mind wandered down unattended paths that had them doing unprecedented things to her luscious body, things that she had imagined while they had worked together. Despite her teasing nature, however, none of her attempts at seduction ever took hold of him.Vicar John was not entirely innocent. Over the months, he often found himself listening to his wife telling him all about how Mathew had helped her do this and how Mathew had given her ideas for more fundraising. The evening discussions started with normal chit-chat and slowly but surely, over time, they got around to her real thoughts, the thoughts of lust and wanton abandonment. What she’d like to do to him? He listened, knowing that his wife would have her wicked way, one day.“We’d like you to come over for dinner one evening so that we can thank you properly for all you’ve done for the church and me,” she had told him. Her hand had grasped the inside of his arm as they walked and she quietly directed his elbow so that it pressed into her breast. She insisted that he attend. Her breathing belied her need that swamped her thoughts and swelled her bosom. Every touch seemed to ignite a new flame inside of her.“It would be so educational for all of us, don’t you think?” was her passing remark.Mathew knew why he had been invited to dinner and it wasn’t to talk about his upcoming studies at University or the help he had given Janice over the years in numerous forms of fundraising. He had helped the church achieve so much over the years, securing the necessary kaçak iddaa funds for a new roof and supporting wall to parts of the tower that was crumbling with the effect of ice and rain from the north-westerly winds. Once porous rock starts to crumble, the effect can be devastating and the decay, rapid. His ideas for generating new income were lifesaving to the church, though his enthusiasm for helping Janice was not altogether altruistic. Her advances had not gone unnoticed.Despite his shyness, Mathew felt a certain connection to Janice and one that he knew was reciprocated. They got on well together. He had often watched her in the throes of ‘chaotic organisation’ as he called it, with arms flailing and animated body directing events, though Mathew watched her breasts more than her arms. He watched how they swayed when she wore those light summer dresses with their flimsy ties over her shoulder, watched as her abundant cleavage displayed her charms when she was dressed to impress any would-be financier and watched her lovely legs and thighs as they delved under her dresses and skirts to connect with her rounded and firm bottom whenever she bent over.He was often asked to hold the ladder while Janice climbed it to secure ornamental hangings from attachments in the nave or side aisles. It was only after the first week did he realise why he was asked to hold the ladder and then it wasn’t until she had asked him a question, requiring him to look up and tell her whether the hanging was equally proportioned on both sides of her, did the cogs in his brain engage the driveshaft.What Mathew failed to see was any sign of panties of any kind, even the ones that disappeared like a knife through butter. On subsequent times, he would often look up and inform her to be careful with her footing but Janice, being no-one’s fool, often wobbled close to the bottom of the ladder requiring a firm hand to stabilise her; a firm hand that would often be accompanied by a seductive ‘thank you.’ Whenever that happened, all she could think of that night was his hand on her bottom.Mathew would often be affected by the sight of her and would often resort to some form of adjustment in his attire. It was true, he couldn’t help himself, but he always felt ashamed afterwards, after all, Janice was married to Vicar John and his urges were uncharacteristic of him.Mathew adjusted his attire one more time, this time concealed by the tabletop as Janice leaned over the table to retrieve the empty dishes and take them away. Mathew could not resist the temptation to watch her bottom move beneath the flowing dress as she let her body sway.Vicar John reached over for the bottle of wine and as he pushed it towards Mathew’s glass, the neck pushed the glass over, spilling valuable red wine over his shirt and trousers. There was an immediate cry of surprise and John shouted to his wife for help.Janice arrived with a hand towel at just the right time as Mathew rose kaçak bahis from the table to survey the damage. Without thinking, her hands busied themselves as she rubbed the most affected area with the absorbent cloth. Her hands did not mistake the solid bulge that had appeared or was already there and she kept dabbing at it in an attempt to extract as much wine from his clothes as she could. In hindsight, she thought, sucking on his trousers would have been more useful.Mathew watched as Vicar John left them together to return the towel to the kitchen and their eyes locked in knowing realisation.The smirk that appeared on her lips was telling. Her hand reached out to stroke Mathew’s face and his wrapped around it, stopping her in its track. His eyes dropped to the swelling of her breasts.“Come,” she told him, taking his other hand and directing him to face the wall in the lounge that held a full-frame mirror. Janice positioned Mathew so that he looked into it. She instructed him never to take his eyes off it and to rest his hands by his side.Mathew watched her hands wrap around his face as her fingers and nails delicately touched his eyes, his nose, his cheek, his jawbone and finally rest around his neck. Janice caressed his Adam’s apple before she rounded his shoulders.“I have been waiting for this for so long,” she whispered.From behind, her hands came upon his chest and one by one she eagerly plucked the buttons from their holes until his shirt was open and his hairless chest was on full display. They both watched him breathe and in that time her thoughts became tumultuous. Her hands tugged at his shirt, releasing it from his trousers thus allowing her hands to scrape up the side of his torso and for her fingernails to scrape over his nipples.Janice tugged at the shirt and removed it from his arms throwing it to the floor in an act of unbridled passion, her hands returning to his belt and buckle which she expertly unsecured; dropping the zipper in the same action.Janice leaned into his body. “Take the rest off for me while I watch,” she whispered.Mathew was nowhere near as sensuous as Janice had been and yet he managed to remove his trousers, pants, shoes and socks with some elegance and without stumbling. He threw the clothes in the same direction as his shirt; the red wine adding a stain to his upper thigh.Mathew stood upright and looked into the mirror. His cock followed him. At first, he hadn’t noticed the appearance of Vicar John nor did he want to admit that he was standing in this state of undress with him nearby, but he knew that whatever would happen, Vicar John knew about it because it was he who had pleaded with him to attend the dinner.Janice’s fingers once more teased at his waist, tickling him softly as she drummed her fingers along his flesh. Her eyes looked over his shoulder and while she could see his cock in the mirror respond to her touch she refused to dive in and take hold of it. She had waited illegal bahis too long for this moment and she expertly controlled her impatience. It would be for the best.Her hands circled his chest once more before she stepped back and slightly to one side of Mathew.“Darling, my dress if you would be so kind?” Directing her comment to her husband.She held her hands by her side as John unzipped her dress in a slow and deliberate motion. Once the back had flared open he prised it from her shoulders and Janice wriggled out of it as John pushed it downwards.Mathew swallowed hard at the slow reveal and closed his eyes and muttered incomprehensible words under his breath when he saw Janice’s body in its full glory. Her breasts held firm by her brazier and her silk rope and lace panties doing almost nothing to hide her sex from his gaze.John unclipped the bra and Janice’s arms fell forward to let it fall off her body. She let Mathew gaze on her breasts for a while. She allowed him his need to feast on her ample flesh and to watch her nipples grow with her excitement, though she didn’t know how long she could last before she would have to devour him.Janice watched his cock stiffen and knew that it was all her doing. She congratulated herself that at fifty-three years old, she still had it.Slowly she stepped behind Mathew. He turned to watch her move closer but she turned his head quickly back to face the mirror. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vicar John undress. He looked into the mirror and locked eyes with Janice once more.Her face disappeared for a fleeting moment when she removed her knickers to let them fall at her feet but soon her fingers played with his waist as she stepped closer and closer.Mathew waited for the contact and soon he felt the warmth of her breast flesh on his back and as she moved he felt the hardened nipples scrape across his back like her fingers were doing on his chest. She teased him. Pinched his nipples, stretched them outwards as far as they would go before letting go.She kissed the nape of his neck and slowly moved to his earlobes. Savouring every moment, every action, every scent, everything she had thought about doing in all those months before this. All of her pent up energy and desire was focused entirely on Mathew.Janice licked her tongue over the length of his neck and Mathew let his head fall backwards. The sound of her panting in his ear overtook all other senses bar touch. Her fingers slowly clawed at his chest, his waist, his stomach, and when her fingers were inches away from his swollen cock, Mathew opened his eyes to look in the mirror; willing them onwards to grasp his erection firmly and squeeze it.Janice made sure that her fingers remained inches away as her eyes locked on his magnificent rod. Her breasts pushed hard into Mathew’s back as she circled the wet patch of her groin on the cheeks of his bottom. Her fingers continued their journey downward and once more Janice’s nipples flicked at his flesh. Her hands came upon the sack that dangled in the mirror, seemingly unconnected to the hard rod of steel that stood upright and yet containing all that lovely cream that she craved.

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