I was brought up as a strict Baptist, yes, I know look at me now. I can remember how different people acted on Sunday, than they did during the rest of the week. I mowed lawns for extra money after school and my Dad had gotten me a job doing the church's grass and our pastor's who lived directly next door to the church. He was an older man, probably in his later 40's or early 50's. His wife was a bit younger than him. She was a fairly attractive woman, and was always very friendly towards me. One day I was mowing their lawn, and it was exceptionally hot outside. I was sweating profusely, and she came outside and offered me a cold glass of tea. I happily accepted the tea and she told me to come inside and enjoy the air conditioning and cool off a little.
I entered their house and she sat me at the kitchen table. I was drinking my tea. She kept staring at me. I was pretty muscular, and my wet tank top stuck to my chest. She was wearing her usual. A conservative dress, and panty hose, and heels. I knew that she probably had a killer body beneath her clothing, but she never showed any of it at all. I called her Mrs. Brown, or Sister Brown. That day as I called her Mrs. Brown, she asked me if I would call her Bonnie.
As Bonnie and I talked it was quite obvious that she was pretty lonely. Her husband was always gone, visiting shut ins, going to the hospital to see sick members of the congregation and so on. I noticed that she kept staring at my chest as my soaking wet tank top clung to me. She made a comment about how muscular I was for my age. I thanked her for the compliment. "You are quite a nice looking lady" I replied to her. She blushed as I complimented her.
She continued staring at me. "Would you like a clean t-shirt?" she asked me. "Ok, sure that sounds great" I replied. I started to go to the rest room to change, but she told me she had just waxed the floor and it was still wet. So, I took my tank top off there in her kitchen. As I stood there shirtless, she came up behind me. "You look so tense" she said. Her hands rested upon my broad shoulders. She began rubbing my shoulders, giving me a massage, and quite a hardon I might add.