Bob's life hadn't turned out like he had expected. He and his wife, Emily, were heavily involved with their church, with him leading the young adult group and she working in the nursery. They had been happily married for ten years, or so he thought. A year and a half ago, she announced that she was unhappy and was leaving him for a man she'd been chatting with online. He wanted to try to work it out. It was heartbreaking for him to hear that she didn't even want to try. She had already moved on and left him that afternoon.

Tragically, she died a few days later when her new beau had a seizure and accidentally drove into her in his garage. His truck surged forward when she walked past, pinning her to the garage wall. The squealing tires and billowing smoke alerted neighbors, who pulled him out of the vehicle. Unfortunately, with all the smoke in the garage, they didn't notice Emily until it was too late.

Bob was devastated. Not only did he have to deal with the knowledge that his wife had left him, but now he was having to bury her, too. To add insult to injury, when members of the church started saying things like, She got what she deserved. Serves her right. Or even worse, that it was his fault. Because of it, Bob started drinking. Some Sundays, he'd park in front of the church, but would walk to the bar across the street.

Bob bellied up to the end of the bar this particular Sunday and ordered his usual bourbon when he heard, "Hey, Mr. B," a timid voice said from a corner table. The darkened table was a regular spot for those who wanted privacy. Its light fixture had seen one too many bar fights and had been broken for years. The shadowed figure stepped out from the corner as she spoke. It was the pastor's daughter, Lindsey.

She waved the bartender over and ordered another round of drinks. "I heard about Mrs. B. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Wanna come join me?" she nodded toward where she was sitting.

She put on a bit more than the Freshman Fifteen, which filled her out nicely. Lindsey was a nervous, borderline anorexic, giggly teen who blossomed into an attractive piece of poontang. He guessed that her weight gain was a combo of sporadic diet and birth control.

"Looks like college is treating you good," he complimented her. "Did anything that I taught you stick?" She'd been a part of his young adult group, which focused on prepping the older kids for the perils and pitfalls of college.

"For about a week. Then I was invited to a party and had my top off after three beers. You were right about boys only wanting one thing, so I went on the pill by the end of the first month and put on a bunch of weight," she replied.

"At least the weight landed in all the right places."

"I can't believe that you said that, Mr. B! It's the tits, right? I can finally wear a bikini and be proud of my boobs," she giggled.

"Sorry, I don't have filters anymore. What I meant to say is that you've turned into quite the looker. You must be beating the boys off with a stick."

"I don't know about the stick part, but I have beaten off a few, or is it beaten a few off?" Lindsey snorted as she laughed.

Their rawkis laugh was enough to draw attention from the others at the bar. Lindsey lowered her voice, saying, "Mom and Dad had me convinced that I'd burst into flames from the mere sight of a penis. That lasted until I gave my first tuggy. Maybe it would have been better if my parents had allowed me to date. I probably wouldn't have gone off the deep end. Don't worry. I did hear what you said about using protection, even though I'm on the pill."

Her openness to discuss sex with him made him uncomfortable. "Lindsey, I'm not sure that I'm the right person to be talking about this with."

Lindsey brushed the question off. "Come off it, Mr. B. You knew that I had a crush on you since I was sixteen, and didn't squeal on me for joyriding in my parents' new car without a license."

"Yeah, I knew," Bob chuckled, remembering how giggly she was whenever she was around him.

"I thought about you while I sucked my first cock. I wondered what it would have been like to have you in my mouth."

"Jeezus, Lindsey," Bob choked on his drink.

"Guess I've lost my filters, too," Lindsey said as she slid her hand into Bob's crotch, checking his response to her confession.

Bob nervously scanned the bar to see if anyone was looking as she stroked his erection, but the patrons were too focused on one of the many TV screens that were blaring. Lindsey lifted his arm around her shoulder and leaned a little closer so she could press her breasts against him. "By the way it feels, someone else is wondering what it would be like, too," Lindsey said as she ducked her head under the table.

As dark as it was, Bob knew there was still an off chance someone would see. Sure, she was old enough, he thought, but this was the pastor's daughter—his pastor's daughter who was undoing his zipper. Lindsey wrapped her lips around the head of Bob's cock as soon as she had it out of his pants. The way her tongue and mouth moved in unison had him wondering if they taught this at her college. She raised her head after a few minutes, saying, "Put this on and meet me in the ladies' room."

Bob waited until no one was facing the back of the bar and slipped into the women's room. It was a one-holer with only a stool and sink. He slid the bolt on the door, locking it before turning to her. Lindsey was naked from the waist down, looking back over her shoulder as she bent over the toilet with her legs spread slightly. She wiggled her backside teasingly, saying, "Bet you never thought you'd be doing this to me."

Bob was certainly thinking about it now. The sight of Lindsey's pretty pink pussy lips heightened his arousal. He reached out to touch her to test if this wasn't really a dream. He felt the warmth of her vagina, beckoning something to enter her. He slid one of his fingers into her wetness, testing the waters. Her seal may have been broken, but she was still tighter than he expected.

Bob dropped his pants, and he rolled on the condom. He slid the head of his cock through her slickened slit before pushing it inside. Lindsey's was plenty tight, offering a gentle resistance as he entered her vagina. He reached under the front of her shirt, slipping his fingers under her bra, and pulled her breasts out of their cups. He squeezed her dangling tits as he began undulating his hips, driving his cock into Lindsey's pussy.

Lindsey grasped his right hand, squeezing it to her breast. She threw her head back, letting out a gasp as the first ripples of pleasure tingled her twat. "Oh, Mr. B," she groaned as his cock bottomed out against her cervix. Her arousal grew with every thrust of Bob's cock, building to orgasm. "Harder, Mr. B. Harder," she whispered. With her other hand, she squeezed, pinched, and pulled her nipple, pushing her over the precipice to a full-fledged climax. "Oh, God. Oh, God, Bob. I'm cumming. Mr. B, I'm cumminng!" She bucked her hip backward, matching Bob's thrusts.

Bob raised Lindsey's torso and pinned her against the wall while continuing to thrust his cock into her from behind. He ravaged her tit with one hand while rubbing her clit with his other, making her squeal in ecstasy. "Ahh, Lindsey," he gasped as he kissed the side of her face. The heat and excitement of the moment heightened their senses like an electric current running through them.

"Deeper, Mr. B," Lindsey sighed.

Bob spun her around, pinning her with her back to the wall. He stooped to suck one of her exposed nipples before lifting her into her arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as Bob slammed his big cock back into her. "Ahh, God! Yes, Mr. B. Fuck me!" she groaned as he pounded his cock into her. The force of his thrusts rattled the door and knocked the air freshener off the sink. He pounded her cunt countless more times while she repeatedly squealed that she was cumming. Their lips met in a heated, passionate kiss as Bob drove his cock deep into her, as he groaned that he was cumming, too.

"I think this breaks the record for quickies," Lindsey chuckled.

"Sorry. It's been a while for me."

"Better luck next time."

"Next time?"

"Yeah, I'm willing to give you another chance to live up to all my fantasies," she giggled as they returned to their table.

"What about now?"

"No. Church is almost over," she said, slamming her drink so she could be back before service ended.

"When's next time?" Bob called after her.