“Did he harm you, physically that is?”
“Yes,” she sniffled, her silhouette highlighted by the soft light and through the screen I watched as she wiped a tear away. “He used me for his sexual satisfaction and then discarded me.”
Son of a bitch. What kind of a fuck would treat such a beautiful woman so wrong that she would desire his death. I was glad for it, if not I would have killed him myself.
“So, you’ve never known the touch of a man, other than your husband’s?” I was crossing a line, but I needed to know.
She raised her head, her eyes searching through the screen, but I was well hidden in the shadows. “Umm, well, there was another. A long time ago. But since my husband, I have not felt another, no.”
I nearly groaned, my loins yearning to teach her what a true man’s touch could do to her sweet body. “And have you ever touched yourself?” I knew my question was borderline perverted, but I didn’t even care how I sounded anymore. I wanted to get to know each and every one of her dirty secrets.
“Yes, I have,” she didn’t hesitate and through that soft screen that impeded me from touching her, I watched her eyelids flutter shut. I stroked my now rigid shaft, adjusting it in my slacks as I listened to her sexy voice.
“And did you have sinful thoughts when you did so?”
“Oh yes, I did Father, but…”
“Tell me.” I held back a groan. “Tell me about those wicked thoughts, my angel, so that I could absolve you of your sins.”
She paused for a moment, as if contemplating what I was asking of her. I leaned my head back and waited. I’d taken the chance now it was up to her. After a few minutes, her sultry whisper filled the confessional. As she spoke, I began to stroke for her.
“Father, in truth, these unspeakable acts are a part of me now. When I close my eyes I see a man, a powerful man, a man I had long forgotten. I see him, but he does not see me.”
I frowned, not really understanding if this man was real or if he was just a figment of her imagination. “Have you met this man before?”
She nodded, a glimpse of a smile on her pink lips. “Once, a long time ago. I still remember the feel of his hands on me, how he cared for me.”
“Have you seen him since?”
She shook her head, “No. And it’s a shame because he was stunning to look at.”
I needed more information on who he was, why was she so infatuated with him. “What was his name?”
“Micah,” my name fell from her lips so sweetly, triggering a memory of soft moans and sweet lilacs. I did know this woman? And how in the fuck could I forget her?
“And you liked this man?”
“Very much.”
I smiled. “What does this man do to you when you close your eyes?”
“He does wicked things, Father.”
Here we were again, about to commit a carnal sin in the church of God, yet we’d already crossed the line and I needed to know more. “Tell me, sweet angel.”
She paused once again, and when I thought I had lost her, that she would run away, she went on to tell me more of her story. “I imagine him sneaking into my bedroom, late at night while my father sleeps. He crawls into bed beside me and slowly raises my nightgown with one hand while the other tugs down my top, his tongue dragging along the hollow of my cleavage.”
I watch her through the screen, her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed as she is lost in her own sultry world. I slowly pull down my zipper, groaning quietly as my hand wraps around my now stretched out cock. Dragging it out I stroke and squeeze the tip, watching it leak for her and imagining her pouty lips at the end of it, being smeared with my cream. She continued to speak to me, eliciting the most arousing images.
“Th-then his hands would pull down my panties, and he’d spread my legs. That tongue delving between my thighs and sweeping across my core. Long, lingering laps of his tongue as I whimper wantonly.”
Her breath became ragged as she spoke, and when she shifted I knew she was aroused and getting wet for me. Stroking my hard cock, I asked her for more.
“Did you wake up while he was doing these things to you?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
“And what would happen when you did?”
“I’d fight him slightly but then with a moan I’d let him have his way with me.”
“And you’d stroke your pretty cunny as you imagined his tongue on you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, and once again I made out movement as she swept a hand down her neck and across her breasts.
“What other sinful acts did he do to you?” I begged as my cock grew hard and swelled in excitement. I jacked it off, the images she implanted in my mind almost too much to handle.
“He’d kiss me. Passionately. And I’d drown in his kiss while between us his…” she paused, making me smile.
“His what, sweet angel?”
“His, umm…” she hesitated to say it, so I helped her along.
“His cock?”
“Yes,” her breathy almost moan made me grunt.
“What would he do with it?”
“He’d slide it across my wet core.”
“And would he say dirty things to you?”
I made out her long lashes, her eyes still closed as she bit her lip. Her fingers gripping her scarf, twining it tightly around her fingers. I could see her, yet I remained in the shadows.
“What dirty things would he say?”
“He’d call me his sweet…”
“Yes?” I urged.
“His sweet b-bitch, and then he’d do something insane to me.”
I grunted as my cock spilled pre-cum, feeling so fucking good. “Tell me,” I demanded.
“He’d spank it. Hard.”
She gave out a whimper and I swear I wanted to reach out, grab her, and sit her down on this cock she’d been dreaming about.
“And how did that feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Did you spank yourself as you thought of it?” I stroked faster as I pictured her on all four, her pussy drooling as I slapped the palm of my hand against it.
“Yes, Father. My mind is perverted, isn’t it?”
“Your mind is perfect,” I groaned as I came for her. Streams of my cum strewn around the walls of this sacred place.
Her sharp intake of breath alerted me that she knew something was wrong, and I sat up, struggling to pull my zipper up. I ripped the door open and grabbed her just as she ran past, twirling her around to meet my gaze.
The look of recognition in her coffee brown irises said it all. The connection was made, the energy whirled between us. We didn’t say a word, we didn’t have to. And just as quickly as it happened, she fled, her scarf in my hand as I watched her hair fly lose down her back. I just stood there watching her disappear. I’d never forget those eyes. Those sweet eyes that haunted me all those years ago. She was the last woman in my life who had genuinely given me everything, her entire essence. Her pure heart, her spirit, her body. I remembered who she was. She was my angel. I’d looked for her for days after that night, but she’d disappeared, and I’d be damned if this wasn’t fate. If I hadn’t returned just for her.