Still dressed in her nightgown, Mary suddenly and needlessly felt slightly naked. There was no fear of being discovered, no-one ever came near their quarters, but the guilt of her potential blackmail hung heavily on her shoulders. She wouldn't dream of hurting Christine, the little video was no more than a ploy to get closer to her and have her wicked way, but it left her feeling a little ashamed of her actions...nevertheless, her sexual instincts were driving her to places she had never visited. The scent of Sanderson's Ivory and Rose permeated the air, arousing her passion even further.
Christine hadn't been overly troubled by Mary's sudden appearance in her room and her overtones hinted very strongly that the only thing she was interested in was her body. A blind man on a galloping horse could see that, what was the worst thing that could happen?
She had been teasing and tempting Mary for long enough...and apart from anything else, she was flattered and aroused by her attention. Christine was a long way from Chamusca...a stranger in a foreign land. If her continuance as an employee required that she succumb to Mary's advances, so what....Mary was a very comely woman for her age and an essentially beautiful person...if Mary wanted to slide her tongue into her mouth, why would she resist?
Christine had almost finished her shower; she rubbed the heavily laced, soapy sponge one last time between her legs and under her arms before finally rinsing herself with clear warm water. She felt an unexpected draught of cool air as the shower door opened behind her, instinctively she knew it was Mary...it couldn't be anyone else.
The chamber was huge...each room in the vicarage was furnished by the indulgence of the parishioners and although the furnishing was spartan and clinical, the bathrooms were relatively sumptuous.
An eternity seemed to pass. She knew that Mary was behind her, studying her body and she had no intention of disturbing her, so she dwelt in the warm cascade, head tilted back, wallowing in the cosy waterfall humming a Nellie Furtado tune to herself.
"You're tão receoso do que povos puderam dizer mas that' causa you' da aprovação de s; re somente. You' humano; re tão receoso de que povos puderam dizer. You're ir quebrar Satisfaça assim don't fá-lo."
Although she had anticipated it, the sudden touch of Mary's finger between her shoulder blades made her jump. Christine didn't turn round, but continued to hum the melancholy Fado tune as the finger traced a line down her spine. The movement stopped at her coccyx. Seconds passed before both hands were placed gently but purposefully on her shoulders. The feeling was really quite delicious...her shoulders fell as the tension reduced and Mary's hands slid slowly but surely to her waist. She switched off the shower and the unlikely pair paused in the sudden deafening silence.
Mary leant her head against the hollow of Christine's sinuous spine. Her hands curled around and upwards and slid into place below her beautifully sculptured breasts. This could be heaven...nothing in her life's experience had ever felt so wonderful...maybe this was heaven. The key to world peace. Christine's body an essay in wet silk had a life of its own and seemed to magnetize the exploration of her fingers.
With enormous tenderness, she cupped the perfect up tilting orbs in her palms, sinuously curling her fingers until they captured the wine cork nipples. As she squeezed and tweaked the olive teats, she felt a liquid surge in her loins as the natural juices flooded into place.
Kissing in tiny pecks, she worked her way south along the spine, pausing at the split in her bottom before pressing her face tighter into the groove. She moaned with pleasure, snaking out her tongue to lick the water trickling from above.
Christine bent almost imperceptibly at her touch...she placed her hands against the wall tiles to steady herself...somehow she knew that this journey was just beginning as she pressed her bottom into Mary's face to acknowledge her acquiescence.
One hand remained, teasing and squeezing her taut little nipple...the other hand was sliding down towards her pert bum and she would do nothing to change that experience... images flitted through her mind....Marilyn's mouth engulfing Father Vincent's warm, erect and reluctant cock. Jennifer's lips joining her as they buried him in compromise.... Mary's mouth and fingers were sending her to heaven.
A finger moved between her legs and she slid them apart to accommodate it. She shaved herself as a matter of course and her entire pubic area was sleek and smooth as satin. The finger slid slowly along her groove, pausing at the tiny, tight hole of her bottom to enter just a fraction...just gauging her reaction, which she betrayed with her complete inertia.
