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Under Wraps by: J.D. Phydeaux
It got out of hand really fast. Hillary was always a woman that I found
sexy and very gorgeous. She had that kind of elegant beauty that made you
feel like you were in the presence of royalty when you were around her. I
secretly desired her for years and made imaginary plans to seduce her. But
in a church setting you don’t do anything with that. So I behaved myself.
It was a very cold day on the Sunday morning it happened. The church
was also cold so everyone had their coats over their legs. That morning I
was sitting next to my wife and kids on my left and Hillary and her family
was on the other side including her two pre teen girls and her husband.
I was hunting around under the coats for my bulletin when my hand
touched Hillary’s hand. I started to pull away when she playfully poked my
hand back. I poked her and we had a little hand dual under the coats. I
watched her face and she remained stony faced listening to the speaker. It
was fun and after we did that for a while, just playing around. Then I
moved my hand forward and took her hand and held it. There we sat, two
people married to others in church holding hands. Hillary and I were only
casual friends, we nodded in the hall and she and my wife attended social
functions together sometimes but were not close. Just holding her hand was
heaven but then I decided to go a little further. So after a while, I slid
my hand out of hers and moved it slowly over the pew fabric until it came
to her leg where I poked it.
No reaction. I poked it again and then moved my single finger over the
little space on her thigh I was touching on the skirt. Finally I used all
of my courage I moved my hand onto her thigh and I closed my fingers around
it. Well that was about as far as I felt I could do. Then Hillary
surprised me when she suddenly put her hand over mine and squeezed it.
The next part is complicated and was unbelievable to me even as it was
happening. Hillary removed my hand from her leg to the pew but she didn’t
let go of it. She hooked her pinky and ring finger through my fingers and
held on and then with her other fingers she started gathering the fabric of
her skirt and pulling it up. As soon as I realized what she was doing I
got my fingers in there and pulled on the wool skirt also. It was a long
skirt, probably expensive because she was like that. Before long the hem
of the skirt came up over her knee. I let go of her hand and reached down
and found the bottom and pulled it slowly up her leg exposing her leg to
me. It was a quick realization as I got the fabric moved up her thigh that
her legs were bare under the dress and I was brushing against her the
smooth flesh of her thigh.
Now the question was, how far was this going to go? I continued to pull
her skirt up as far as I could considering she was sitting on it. I felt a
surge of electricity go through me when I put my hand on her bare thigh
under that coat. I felt a shutter go through her as well. I stroked the
soft cool skin of her mid thigh on the outside and couldn’t believe how
turned on I was. I was getting a huge erection under my coat. Slowly I
moved my hand from her outer thigh to her inner thigh where the skin was
softer and warmer. Savoring the passage I started moving my fingers along
her thigh upward toward her stomach. Hillary’s face showed concentration
on the minister but in fact she was hyper aware of my hand slowly inching
toward her precious genitals only inches away now. My hand reached her
upper thighs where her flesh became broader and sexier and where the legs
came together as she sat in a ladylike fashion. Then Hillary helped me.
She spread her legs under her coat. I also felt her get her hands on her
skirt and pull it up more efficiently so her upper thighs were fully
available to me. I looked around. My wife, the kids and Hillary’s husband
were all in that semi attentive church mode and none were aware that I was
getting ready to feel up Hillary’s sex. I moved over her soft thighs and
began to feel the warmth from her genitals.
Suddenly my fingers came in contact with her crotch. I thought I heard
her gasp but she kept her legs open for my fingers to feel and explore what
was between her legs. I ran my fingers directly down the middle, pressing
through to the soft moist tissue underneath. I tried not to appear
distracted and watched and listened to the preacher with my facial
expressions. But meanwhile the fingers of my left hand were massaging
Hillary’s pussy aggressively. My erection was raging to get loose. I had
trouble not imagining getting this gorgeous woman out of there and getting
my penis inside her. I knew the time was short but I didn’t want to loose
the small time I had. I flattened my fingers against her left thigh and
flipped up the elastic hem of her panties that separated her genitals from
her leg. I noticed that her panties were wet all the way to the edge.
Then I slid my hand inside her panties to get into her slit directly. I
felt myself shaking just a little. I thought I was going to pass out when
my fingers entered the wet slit of her cunt. I wallowed in the feeling of
her soft folds and the oozing sexual fluids that lubricated my fingers. I
found her clit and massaged it and felt her hips moving with restrained
passion trying to find release in my strokes. Suddenly I saw Hillary put
her head down and put her hand on her forehead. The surge of energy from
my fingers as I probed her soft privates eagerly was starting to get to
her. I knew I had to take what I wanted and face the consequences.
“Let us pray” said the preacher.
That was my cue. Hillary leaned forward over her legs. In I went. I
slid one long finger deep into her virgina as far as it would go. I heard
her gasp as it reached the very furthest insides of her pussy. I drew it
out slowly and then added a second finger and plunged deep in the hole
again. I penetrated to incredible depths and without hesitation began
fucking her virgina with the combined fingers. I felt Hillary put her
hands over her lap and push on my fingers into her from the outside. I was
pumping her madly feeling the hot wet walls of her sex constricting against
my hand. Then it hit. Hillary went into a serious “prayer” mode because
her hips began to buck and thrust taking my probing for all she could get.
I heard a grown come out of her that she made sound like a sob and a
massive orgasm gushed from her cunt onto my hand. The prayer was over. I
had to withdraw. I pulled my hand out and slid it under my coat to
disguise the smell.
We rose to sing the final hymn and I sat down carefully keeping my
soaked hand in my pocket. I saw Hillary look over at me, her gorgeous
brown eyes moist and drained. Then I drew my hand out. There on the two
fingers was a neat wet gooey glob of Hillary’s come. Her eyes widened when
she saw it and without thinking I slipped my fingers into my mouth and
swallowed the precious fluid licking my fingers clean.