In The Chapel

I wore my dark winter raincoat over my short navy blue chiffon dress. Navy blue thigh high stockings with my Ralph Lauren navy 4" spike heels. I had opted to go without panties as I figured they would just get in the way. He stood in the doorway in his dark slacks, charcoal sweater and overcoat. He smiled at me through his lush black eyelashes. They framed each sparkling black eye and were so long and full that I could just imagine the closeness of his face and the delightful whisper of a soft tickle that they would make as they fluttered against my skin. The heels of his boots made a deep solid sound on the floor as he walked towards me. My cheeks grew flushed and I looked down to the floor, embarrassed by the rush of warmth and moisture I felt spring to life between my thighs. I sat on the alter with my legs crossed primly. The flap of my overcoat slid to one side and I blushed again as it exposed a sliver of milk white skin between the top of my dark stocking and the hem of my soft dress. I shifted slightly and tried to cover myself with the coat. He said not a word, but stopped when he reached my seat on the edge of the hard cold stone. I wanted to tell him how handsome and sexy he looked but the silence of the chapel and the fear of echo made me bite my tongue. As he faced me, his right hand came to rest on my right knee. The little room was so chilly that the warmth from just his hand was like a current. He took each of my hands and placed them to my sides and my coat fell open once again...my little navy dress had slid even higher from my miniscule wiggles as I shifted trying to keep the wetness that had formed between my legs off the back of my dress. I ran the toe of my high heel up the side of his leg and then hooked it around his lower thigh to pull him forward to me. His eyes continued to sparkle as he moved closer...not even pretending to fight me. I blushed and dipped my chin again as I was not used to behaving as such a harlot, especially in a Cathedral of all places. I relaxed my seated position from lady like crossed legs and he moved between my parted knees at once. It was chilly so for a moment I just savored sitting on the edge of the alter, wrapped in my warm coat and his even warmer embrace. The soft kiss of his sweater on my cheek The raspy feel of his wool dress slacks against the soft interior of my thigh. The smell of his aftershave and the silkiness of the skin of his lower back as I slid my fingers under his sweater and lightly stroked him there. 

Time was something he never wasted and neither of us knew how much we had in the little alcove. As there were no voices or echoes of sound, he began at once to kiss me. His strong fingers rested gently on the sides of my face as he held me still so his tongue and lips could explore my mouth. For a single moment I worried that my deep red lipstick would be mussed and all over his face but the deep penetrating probes of his tongue and the electricity of his lips quickly gave override to that concern. Still alone and still no sound. We grew bolder and I slid my hands up under his sweater to feel his warmth. I felt the silky skin of his chest and lightly brushed his nipples. I wanted so badly to feel his naked body against me but this was not the time or place for such extravagance. Just knowing that I could not fully touch or feel his flesh made it so much more erotic. He broke our kiss and as I gulped a breath his hands pulled down on the front of my dress. My ample cleavage spilled into his waiting hands and his head bent to my breast.

At that moment we heard voices and our bodies froze in an instant. If anyone had stepped into the chapel they would have seen a handsome gentlemen embracing a lovely woman...hopefully nothing more. Hopefully they would think he was comforting a friend. His long dark over coat hid my legs wrapped around his waist, his sweater pulled up with my hands caressing his torso and my naked breasts pressed to the soft material of his sweater. We held still as the tourists passed and I peeked through partially closed eyes as one of them glanced in at us. He looked surprised and then embarrassed as he seemed to think he had interrupted a private moment of mourning.

We stood still until their footsteps and voices faded. As we waited, I had teased him by lightly running my fingers around to his belt buckle. Although from the tourist's point of view we had simply appeared to be in an embrace....little did he know at that very moment I had slid down his zipper and inserted my hand to caress him. When the coast was clear he reached down and grasped my wrist firmly. I was going to be scolded for being a bad girl and teasing him while we were watched. His head bowed to mine again and he bestowed another deep wet kiss while he forcefully guided my hand along the top of my thigh...across the top of my stocking...across the soft pale flesh and to the hot damp area between my legs. He continued to stroke his tongue against mine while he used his hand to force my fingers to part myself and seek out the little treasure spot that nestled there. As our fingers mutually found it, I could feel him grin as he kissed me harder and deeper and seemed to drink in the gasp that I issued so that I could not be overheard in the stillness of the church.

His fingers continued to hold mine down there and they flicked, rubbed, and caressed my dark crevasse until I could do nothing more then squeeze my eyes shut, hold tight to his broad shoulders and bury my face in his chest while trying to keep silent and not moan with all the pleasure I was experiencing. In a desperate moment I attempted to distract him by reaching down with my free hand to caress his length that had grown to monumental proportions while he had stroked me with his hand entwined in mine. This time he was the one who exhaled sharply and I could tell our time was just about up.

In one swift move he grabbed me by the hips and roughly pulled me further forward towards him. My ass was almost numb from the cold marble of the alter and there was a tiny little squeak as my skin skipped across the surface as he pulled me closer. I leaned in for another kiss and pushed his pants down from his hips far enough to free him completely and all was forgotten as I felt him slide into me. I moaned out loud and at that point the Pope himself could have walked in and he would have had to wait. He was so thick and each thrust was exquisite. I leaned back and lay spread upon the alter. I could feel his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my hips and I knew there would be bruises the next day. His grip on my body and the way he filled me inside caused me to arch my back and meet each pounding thrust with one of my own. I meet his penetrating stare...now more of an animal then the man who had originally entered this little room. He pulled my legs up and together in front of him and continued to stroke me inside as he bit and licked and kissed my calves. Then he let go of my ankles so I could part my legs and drop them back down around his waist. One of my high heels fell off and landed on the floor with a hollow tap. My dress was up around my waist and my stockings had been dragged down to my knees. His slacks rode low on his hips and his sweater was pushed up so that I could see the tight muscles flex in his stomach as he thrust into me. 

I looked down and saw him moving in and out and the growing sensation of a wave about to hit made me lay back again and grab onto the edge of the alter so I could hold myself in place to meet his driving hips. His pace grew faster and I bit down upon the heel of my hand to keep quiet. All of my senses were heightened because I could make no sounds for fear of being discovered. I could not moan or sigh or tell him how good he felt moving back and forth and in and out of me. How good the thick length of his cock felt as it glided in and then how fantastic it felt when he had buried himself as deep as he could and I could feel where his pelvis rubbed against me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry out loud and beg him to never stop but I couldn't. Far off in the distance we heard the murmur of voices and the idea of being caught added a certain intensity to the already frenzied pace of our act. We had to finish. 

There was no return from the height of sensation that we had reached. He buried his face between my breasts and I could feel his jaw tense as he also fought to keep silent. His hands moved to my collarbone and they gripped me with the strength of a demon. I could feel my skin bruising and the firm glide of his thrusts turned into a harsh pound. He didn't care anymore about anything but release and the ferocity of his touch drove me over the brink. The orgasm was like a wave at the beach. It started as a gentle swell and I could feel it moving slowly towards climax. As it neared, it grew bigger and the true nature of it's deception was clear when it hit. It crashed upon me like a tsunami and I could feel it whip through my entire body like a warm fat electric current. As the roar died in my ears I was brought back to reality by the sting of his fingernails digging into my hips...the tendons in his forearms tensed and I could feel him shake as he poured forth inside of me. His head was thrown back in a silent yell and his back arched as his final thrust buried him deep inside me.

December 2001