I was laboring through some hilly but very open farming countryside, a patchwork quilt of green fields separated by winding hedgerows, when the skies opened up. Now, I don’t mind a little rain and it does keep the countryside pretty, but this was coming down in buckets and the wind was roaring over hill and through valley and I was starting to shiver. Coming down a hill at a breakneck pace, I could hardly see it was raining so hard, I saw a heavenly sanctuary in the form of a small country church, rectory attached, with a small covered porch entrance.
I pulled over, leaned my bike up against the stone wall and got myself out of the rain under the small porch roof. I was still shivering though as the winds seemed gale force strong and I was dripping. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door behind me opened. I turned, heart still racing, to see a woman there.
I’m not sure who was more startled though, as she obviously wasn’t expecting me. We laughed a bit with nervousness and I only had to gesture to the weather for understanding to dawn on her face. It was a lovely face, a lived-in face with a peaches and cream type complexion with dark hair, a nice contrast. She was younger than me, I’m 51, and I’d guess she was in her forties. She was a bit taller too, but not too much more than my five foot eight, and seemed well built. I was, I thought, circumspect in my inspection as the church location seemed to eschew lewd thoughts.
When I shivered again, a look of concern crossed her face, and she insisted I come in to dry off. She told me to just leave my bike where it was.
I followed her, the minister’s housekeeper as it turned out, through the small chapel, my bike shoe cleats echoing in the empty stone room, and out the back to the adjoining rectory. The small quarters were neat, if a little on the small side. I slipped off my shoes and she led me to the bathroom. In a no-nonsense but cheerful voice she told me to strip off and hop in the shower while she dried my clothes.
Shivering with cold, I agreed readily enough. I was surprised when she stayed while I undressed. Although a bit nervous, I did make an effort to turn around but I could feel my cock stirring a little as I wrung out my jersey and shorts before handing them over. No way I could stop it from rising, we were very close in that small, white tiled, bathroom, it couldn’t have been much more that five by five with the tub and shower at the end. By the time I turned toward her I was fully erect. She didn’t look down but she did take my clothes with a grin and left me there.
With a rueful little shrug, I stepped over the high tub side and drew the shower curtain across. I fiddled with the controls until the temperature was right and then luxuriated in the pounding of the hot water. My cock continued to yearn for my new found friend and wasn’t in any mood to subside. I figured I should take care of it so I didn’t embarrass myself again. I began to run soapy hands over the shaft, moving from base to slippery tip when a voice sounded close by.
“How’s it going, ” she asked.
“Fine, thanks.” I managed to stammer , embarrassed once more.
“Need any help?”
“Um, pardon, ” I asked, not believing my ears.
“Do you want a hand in there?” she asked while pulling back the flimsy curtain.
She was completely naked, with a thick bush of black pubic hair and dark brown nipples that topped full soft breasts. They were mature, hanging down like ripe fruit.
My engorged cock was bobbing in time to my heartbeat it was so hard. I suppose that’s all the answer she needed as she stepped inside.
The first kiss was a breathless affair as our bodies came together. I could feel her sturdy body slide up to mine until we were pressed right together. We kissed for a long time under the hot streaming shower, running soapy hands over each other. Her legs were strong and her stomach flat. Her ass was fine, tight and muscular. I explored her anus with a soapy finger as I sunk to my knees in the tub to slide my tongue inside her nether lips. The first taste was delicious. Her arousal was evident in the thick secretion that flowed from her luxuriant bush. Her hands wrapped in my hair and she urged me on with gentle pressure. I slid my lips down until my explorations covered her sex from end to end and back again.
She sighed with pleasure.
I redoubled my efforts, with water cascading over my head, I probed her with my eager tongue, over and over while gently fucking her with two fingers imbedded in her anus while my thumb slid inside her pussy. I could feel her tight little ring fluttering around my fingers as she tensed and then she came, hot and sweet and salty, a wash of fluid. I’d never encountered a squirter before and I tried to swallow it all but some still trickled from the corner of my mouth. She pulled back from my lips and tongue to sink down beside me, kissing away the remnants of her fluid that dotted my lips.