Tom had been the minister at this church for about four years. Today he sat at his desk in his study daydreaming, or rather fantasizing. He had his pants unzipped with hard cock out and his hand slowly stroking it. Sitting with his chair pulled up and his legs under his desk, no one could see what he was doing. This wasn't unusual for Tom; he had a very high sex drive and an active imagination and wound up masturbating in his study at least once a day, sometimes up to three times a day. Pictures of ladies popped into his head, like some of the members who had such nice tits and asses that wiggled so fine when they walked, his sister-in-law, models in the Penthouse magazine he had in his locked desk drawer. (He bought a new one each month.)
Tom especially fantasized about the church secretary, Julia. Damn! What a hot body. He tried to find reasons to stand behind her chair as often as he could so he could look down her blouse. And lately, she had worn blouses that seemed to hang open enough that looking down, he could see that she wasn't wearing a full bra; perhaps a half or quarter bra. If only he could see her nipples . . .
It wasn't as though Tom was fucking any of the women he fantasized about. In fact, he hadn't had sex with any of them. He was afraid to make a move for fear he would be rejected, and perhaps even have the woman tell others that he had tried. He would lose his job as minister and this was the only kind of job he had any training for. He was something of a paradox, being very aware of a lot about sex learned from surfing porn on the internet, full of fantasies, but afraid to try to turn his fantasies into reality.
Tom was making preparations for another line of work, slowly working on a master's degree in counseling at a university about twenty miles away. He was 37 years old and had been married for nineteen years and had no children.
That thought of school reminded him of his partner, Cathy, in the practicum class in which he was currently enrolled. Class members had been asked to choose partners to practice counseling techniques with. They were supposed to meet sometime other than class time and tape their practice sessions which would then be played and critiqued in class. Cathy was in her early twenties, about 5'4" and had short brown hair. Her breasts were small, likely about a B cup, and her ass . . . WOW, her ass! She had a wonderful smile and Tom had been surprised when she asked him to be her partner. She had immediately become an object of fantasy and the cause of many loads of white cream being ejaculated in his study.
He thinking was interrupted by the phone buzzer. Pushing the button on the telephone, he said, "Yes?"
"You have a visitor." Julia's voice came over the speaker.
"Who?" Tom asked.
"She said her name is Cathy and that she is in your class in school."
"Cathy?" Tom thought, quickly stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping up. It was difficult as he was so horny and hard.
"Give me about two minutes and send her in, please." Tom told Julia.
He tried to think of something else, anything but sex, hopping his cock would quickly become smaller and limp. But all he seemed to think about was Cathy and the fantasies he had had about her, fucking her, eating her pussy, being blown by her. It didn't help matters that he had taken off his briefs in the private restroom adjoining his study so he could enjoy the free feeling and feel the accompanying eroticism. Now his cock pushed out on his pants making it unmistakable to any observer that he had a hard-on. Oh well, Tom thought, no time to put them back on now.
There was a knock on the door and Tom said, "Come in."
Cathy walked in wearing a skintight bicycle jersey, form hugging shorts and carrying her helmet. "Sorry to just drop in like this, but I thought we might practice our counseling. I knew you would have your tape recorder and hoped you might have an extra tape for me to use." She smiled at him.
Tom couldn't take his eyes off her. Was that her nipples making those small bumps in her jersey? He didn't realize that he hadn't said anything until Cathy laughed and spoke again.
"I guess you're wondering. I rode my bicycle over; it's only twenty miles. I was hoping you could take me and my bicycle back in your pickup after finish."
"Sure," Tom gulped then regained his composure. "Hello, Cathy. This is a nice surprise."
"Yeah?" Cathy responded. "You don't mind?"
"No, not at all." Tom responded quickly, thinking that it was Tuesday afternoon and his secretary always left early on Tuesdays. What a fantasy he could have about this later.
"Do you mind if I freshen up a bit before we start?" Cathy asked. She remembered a joking comment Tom had made in class about knowing he had made it to the big time when he was called to a church with a bathroom accessible only from the minister's study. She also remembered him saying something about his secretary leaving early on Tuesdays.
"No. Go ahead," Tom motioned toward the bathroom door.
It wasn't until the door was closed that Tom remembered his briefs on the bathroom floor. "Oh Shit!" Tom thought to himself.
"You have a shower in here!" Cathy's voice came from the other side of the door. "Do you mind? I'm a bit sweaty."
"No, go ahead," Tom replied, wondering what Cathy was going to do for clothing. Perhaps shower and put her outfit back on. "I think you'll find a towel in there."
Tom heard the shower running and tried to imagine what Cathy looked like nude. How big were her nipples? Was she shaved, trimmed or did she just let her pussy hair grow? How big was her clit, and how sensitive?
Soon, the noise of the shower stopped and Tom thought about Cathy rubbing her sexy body with a towel - - what a nice thing it would be to be a towel at this moment, drying her breasts and rubbing against her pussy.
The door opened and Tom's mouth literally dropped open a bit. Cathy was wearing his shirt, the extra white shirt he kept hanging on the door in the bathroom. It came down far enough that he couldn't see if she was wearing anything else. The question was answered as she tossed him his briefs smiling.
"So we have something in common; I don't like to wear panties either."
