Story Writer Needed! -- Pastor's Wife!

[rover0003]

Hey Guys, I'm looking for a gentlemen that is creative and talented in wirting to help me write a story. Here’s my idea:

A conservative pastor’s wife loves to invite rough inner city kids into her house so that she can have bible studies with them. Lately, she has found that a few panties of her soiled panties are missing from her laundry hamper in the restroom. She’s not sure whether she has misplaced them herself or some body stole it!
Of course, one of the teenage boys stole it (we’ll get to that part later!). Turns out that the teenage boy is very clever…he found one of her bra from her drawer and managed to make a hole on each bra showing off her pretty nipples. He hopes that she might wear it under one of her white blouses (see thru). Just by chance, she was in a hurry getting dress for grocery shopping and didn’t pay attention when she put on the bra with a see thru blouse…she didn’t even look in the mirror (big mistake). LOL
Her nipples are visible to the world…especially in the refrigerator section! MMMM! She doesn’t know until much much later during her shopping trip. However, being the unsuspecting type, she just assumes that it was due to natural wear and tear. One day, she found the boy in licking and masturbating using her soiled bra and panties. She was very angry at first, but she is turned out later. She pretends he doesn’t know anything and plays along with the boy always remembering to put some freshly worn undies in the hamper for him. Then finally one day the boy makes a move on her and she lets him fuck her.

Anyone interested, please e-mail me at: [l]

Thanks! Kimmie!

 

[snooper]

Rover - try looking at this thread: click here

 

[alphaville]

Go for broke!

Rover--

Why not just have the inner city youth gang rape her in every hole for a couple hours? That would seem more exciting to me...

 

[handlebars69]

i think it would be more intersting

 

[Sir_rhobin]

my thoughts....

as i mentioned in the email, I think it is unrealistic.
a. she would notice the feel of the cut outs and
b. she would never think it was normal wearing out.

 

[Sir_rhobin]

pastor's wife

Kimmie,
I'll take a shot at it.
Rh

 

[Sir_rhobin]

pastor's wife here's the start...

Glad for feeback.

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“First Sunday of the new year.”
That’s how they thought of it — the new school year. Labor day come and gone - the last bitter-sweet holiday before everyone returned focus on their studies. The church year had the same rhythm as the academic year really.

The mid-afternoon sun slanted through the upstairs window transforming the rectangular window-panes to amber trapezoids on the bedroom carpet. Elizabeth noticed the familiar pattern on the floor — the shapes longer than those of July and August. The lively golden summer light replaced by amber glow. Another year’s cycle completed she thought as she absent-mindedly loosen the buttons at the back of her Sunday dress.

She considered the amber light near her feet and as the dress slipped from her shoulders she spoke one word, “Autumn.”
She heard the word as if spoken by someone else. It made her feel as though she were completely alone. Removing her shoes and stockings she stepped into the amber panels hoping the sun on the carpet would warm her tired feet. There was no difference. She looked at her feet with no thought.

Her husband lay on the sofa downstairs where he always napped after Sunday dinner. It was the end of the weekly cycle. His last-minute late-night Saturday preparations for the service, overseeing the service Sunday morning, then home to a wonderful meal and his 3 hour nap. Pastors seem to work the hardest when the rest of the world is relaxing.

As he kissed his wife on the forehead and disappeared through the doors to the parlor, she stood and began to clear the dishes. Twenty minutes later she had them washed, dried and put away. And here she stood barefoot, her feet and ankles awash in the cool light.

As she came to her self, she let her slip fall from her shoulders watching it crumple around her ankles. Her eyes now engaged, she saw her girdle with the stocking snaps. Her hands moved over the control-top panel and up to her bare tummy. “It does it’s work”, she thought and smirked. Her eyes fell on her breasts. Full; held up by C cups they were just enough larger that she could see the extra curvature caused by the lift.

Prying with her thumbs she slid the controlling garment from her middle and breathed a sigh of relaxation. Marveling at the curvature of her abdomen when free. She slipped on her sweatpants over her panties.

Automatically she removed her bra grabbed her top to put it on. As she raised it with both arms over her head she looked up and caught herself in the mirror. She froze. With her arms above her head she was struck by her own form. She studied the flowing curve of each breast down her cleavage rounding and then returning up under her arms. She had never really noticed her under arms before and they fascinated her. Her eyes followed the graceful arms and then refocused at the center of the mirror.

She simply stared. She could see the involuntary gathering of skin on each of her breasts. Transfixed she watched numbly as the brown flesh wrinkled taughtly pushing her nipples into protruding stems that appeared hard as maple. The thought of hardness brought her back from the vision and she felt the aching that had accompanied her arousal.

Quickly, she dropped the cotton sweatshirt to its placed stretched her wrists through the sleeves, jumped into bed crossing her arms over her chest raising her legs to the fetal pose. Shivering against the sheets. Trying to warm herself just to expel the thoughts of her own body.