Sunday morning Will was sipping his coffee waiting when the phone rang at 6:30.
"Hello?" He said.
"I'm calling like you told me to. What is it you want me to do today? I don't think I can get away any time today." Sandy said.
Will took a sip of coffee and said," Your husband is the pastor of the Lutheran church, right?"
"Yes." Sandy replied. "I was there as a kid. Is the outside stair case to the old bell tower still there?"
"Yes, why?" Sandy replied.
"Have you been up there lately?"Will ask between sips of coffee.
"No, I've never been up there." Sandy said,"My husband has the only key. I'm sure it's been months since anyone was there."
"Good ," Will said,"I take it the original door lock is still used?"
"Yes, but as I said, my husband has the only key." Sandy said.
"When does he start the service?" Will ask.
"10:00 AM, why?" Sandy ask starting to sound nervous.
"Meet me at the bell tower door when the service starts." Will said.
"But I can't..."Sandy started to protest.
"Be there!" was Will's reply just before he hung up the phone.
He took a shower, pulled on some clothes, ate breakfast and then read most of the Sunday paper. At 9:30 he got into his car and drove across town and parked on the street a block from the Lutheran church. He walked down the alley, across the lawn behind the church and quietly climbed the stairs leading to the bell tower.
At the door Will pulled on a loose trim board at the edge of the landing, felt around under it, grinning as he pulled out a key.
"Still here after all these years." He breathed to himself.
He unlocked the door, then returned the key to it's hiding place. He stood waiting impatiently for Sandy to arrive. Finally at 10:10 he heard foot steps on the stairs, glanced down and spotted her climbing towards him.
"You're late." He said as she arrived on the landing slightly out of breath.
"I couldn't........," Sandy started to explain.
Will waved his hand to cut her off and said, "No matter."
He opened the door to Sandy's surprised, "How......"
Will again waved his hand to quiet her, then motioned her through the door. He stepped in, glanced around and noted that it was much the same as it had been when he was there years before: the large bell hanger in the center of the room minus the bell, a few old wooden boxes in one corner, the door leading to a closet against one wall and a small covered window on the far side of the room. As he shut the door Sandy gasp as the room was plunged into darkness. The only light entering the room was a few dim rays coming from around the shade covering the small window.
In the darkness Will toke her hand and urged her to follow as he lead the way around the bell mount to the window. It was small, set at an angle and the shade was dark with age and covered with an accumulation of dust.. He pulled her around in front of him, reached up under her blouse and unsnapped her bra. He reached around and pulled the cups up off her tits, then clamped down on her nipples with his fingers.
"You have such nice titties." He said.
He could feel her moan low in her throat and grinned at what he had in store for her. He reached down and pulled up her long skirt. She didn't have on pantyhose, but as his fingers explored he found she did have on a silky thong. He slid his fingers under it and between the lips of her wet snatch. He knew she was too short for him to fuck her standing up, unless he had her up on something.
"Don't move," He whispered.
He stepped over and picked up one of the wooden boxes, pulled Sandy to one side and placed it where she had been standing.
"Up." He urged.
She stepped up onto the box and he pushed against her, grinning as his hard cock cradled between her ass cheeks.
'Perfect! Just the right height.' He thought.
He pulled up her skirt, pulled aside the string of her thong and thrust two fingers into her snatch. She groaned and he felt her push back against his hand. He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled out his rock hard shaft and rubbed it up and down her ass crack.
"Oh, God! Put it in, put it in!" She moaned.
With one hard push of his hips, he was buried inside her wet snatch. He leaned forward, pinning her against the window frame and began to hammer into her. He cupped both her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp and moan.
"You're a horny little slut aren't you?" He whispered, "Fucking someone in your husbands church and during his sermon! I'm gunna' fill your wet pussy with cum and your gunna' go back down there freshly fucked, full of my spunk and pretend nothing happened. But you'll be walking around talking to all those church ladies with my cum leaking from your pussy. What a slut!"
"Oh, yes....Oh, yes....Oh yes,"Was all she could manage to say.
"You know what's behind this window?" Will aks as he continued to hammer her pussy.
"N-n-n-o," She stammered in time to his thrusts.
"Pull the shade back a bit and look." He whispered over the slap of his skin against hers.
After a few moments she pulled the corner of the shade back and her body stiffened in shock as she saw the view. She was looking down at the pulpit and her husband preaching to the congregation.
"Now my little fuck slut,"Will said,"Watch your hubby preach while I hammer my hard cock into your wet cheating pussy."
Sandy relaxed, then moaned as Will slammed into her. She never took her eyes off her husband as Will fucked her. Finally she felt Will stiffen and heard him groan as his cock throbbed, filling her with gobs of his warm cum. As she felt his cum squirt into her, a tremendous climax crashed over her senses. She felt so dirty, so used and the climax was so big and felt so damned good!
Will pulled his slippery cock out of her, stepping back as he zipped up his pants and said, "Straighten your clothes and we'll get out of here."
A few moments later Will opened the door a crack, peeked out to make sure no one was about and then stepped out onto the landing. Sandy followed and they quickly descended the stairs.
"Call me tomorrow night at 7:00." Will said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Sandy nodded and slipped through the door leading into the church kitchen. _______________________________________________
Sunday evening Will thought about calling Fran but decided against it. He needed a day or two of rest to recuperate from all the pussy he had been getting. He decided to sit and watch a game. As he clicked on the TV the phone rang.
When he answered, Sandy's panicked voice said,"Will! What am I going to do!"
"Calm down." He responded, "and tell me what's wrong."