Hello,
So last year, someone wrote a fic in response to a request I made---and it was good. So good, in fact, that I asked if he/she could do a sequel. No such luck. But as far as I can see, he/she never posted it on Literotica, so writing a sequel is fair game. I'm wondering if I share the fic with one of you, one of you would chance to feel inspired to write a sequel to it?
The gist of the story is how a guy is helping out with yardwork at his youth pastor's house---he's back from college in the summer and needs the money. The youth pastor is around 40 and good-natured, but pretty aloof and workaholic. Soon enough, the youth pastor's wife comes home from a meeting for a non-profit org she helps with:
Then Mrs. Jones comes out through the sliding patio doors. “Hi dear, I’m home”, she announces as she walks up to Mr. Jones and gives him a light peck on the cheek which he doesn’t even seem to notice.
Then she spots me and waves, “Oh, hello Ben.”
I say, “Hi” and turn back to pulling weeds. Mrs. Jones is a nice enough lady but I’ve never paid much attention to her. I see her at church and she sometimes helps her husband with the youth group. She’s probably in her late twenties or early thirties which is about ten years younger than Mr. Jones and about the same older than me. I guess you could call her pretty but it’s hard to tell with the way she dresses; always very conservative in button up blouses, knee length or longer skirts and ‘sensible shoes’. She usually wears her shoulder length hair tied up in what I would call a ‘schoolmarm bun’. But as an administrative assistant for a non-profit charity, I guess she has to dress the part. Today was no exception. Even with heat, she’s dressed in a business suit type outfit with a long sleeve jacket, a mid-calf hemline and those sensible shoes.
She and the pastor banter a bit, and then she goes back in to "change into something cooler. The guy gets ready to clean the pool when she comes back out:
“Wow, that feels much better,” she said to no one in particular. Her voice brought my attention from the pool cleaning to look her way. I damn near dropped the vacuum hose when I saw her. She’s in a swimming suit! It isn’t a bikini or anything; just a one-piece, but sexy as Hell! It’s hot pink, very slinky, low cut on top, high cut on the hips and hugging every curve. And Oh Man, did she have some curves! I’d never realized what a great body she has under those old lady clothes. She walks to a lounge chair, turns, and bends over to set down her drink and towel. Her back is to me and as she leans over my eyes rivet on her butt. The thin spandex material hugs it tightly and rides up into the crevice to define her cheeks. A small triangle of daylight forms between where her upper thighs barely touch and her pussy.
She rises up and turns my way. I am so mesmerized by this vision that I’m slow to break my gaze. She caught my eye and instinctively smiled. Then I saw a slight change in her expression as she realized that I had been staring at her. It’s not a mad look but more of a satisfied, appreciating look that silently tells me she likes my attentions.
And this goes on for about four more pages of buildup, of silent testing of boundaries on the part of the wife. Through actions and dialogue, we find out she's not so conservative, but did so because her husband wanted to turn over a new leaf from their wild college days. But now that he's a workaholic, she's starting to drift away from him...and likes the attentions of the guy. SOUNDS cliche, I know, but the writer did a good job of making it not.
Anyways, the end is the same...they consumate their lust...and make plans for another meeting.
If anyone sees these little tidbits and is interested, I can send the rest of the fic....and hopefully, you'll then be interested enough to write a sequel to it.
So last year, someone wrote a fic in response to a request I made---and it was good. So good, in fact, that I asked if he/she could do a sequel. No such luck. But as far as I can see, he/she never posted it on Literotica, so writing a sequel is fair game. I'm wondering if I share the fic with one of you, one of you would chance to feel inspired to write a sequel to it?
The gist of the story is how a guy is helping out with yardwork at his youth pastor's house---he's back from college in the summer and needs the money. The youth pastor is around 40 and good-natured, but pretty aloof and workaholic. Soon enough, the youth pastor's wife comes home from a meeting for a non-profit org she helps with:
Then Mrs. Jones comes out through the sliding patio doors. “Hi dear, I’m home”, she announces as she walks up to Mr. Jones and gives him a light peck on the cheek which he doesn’t even seem to notice.
Then she spots me and waves, “Oh, hello Ben.”
I say, “Hi” and turn back to pulling weeds. Mrs. Jones is a nice enough lady but I’ve never paid much attention to her. I see her at church and she sometimes helps her husband with the youth group. She’s probably in her late twenties or early thirties which is about ten years younger than Mr. Jones and about the same older than me. I guess you could call her pretty but it’s hard to tell with the way she dresses; always very conservative in button up blouses, knee length or longer skirts and ‘sensible shoes’. She usually wears her shoulder length hair tied up in what I would call a ‘schoolmarm bun’. But as an administrative assistant for a non-profit charity, I guess she has to dress the part. Today was no exception. Even with heat, she’s dressed in a business suit type outfit with a long sleeve jacket, a mid-calf hemline and those sensible shoes.
She and the pastor banter a bit, and then she goes back in to "change into something cooler. The guy gets ready to clean the pool when she comes back out:
“Wow, that feels much better,” she said to no one in particular. Her voice brought my attention from the pool cleaning to look her way. I damn near dropped the vacuum hose when I saw her. She’s in a swimming suit! It isn’t a bikini or anything; just a one-piece, but sexy as Hell! It’s hot pink, very slinky, low cut on top, high cut on the hips and hugging every curve. And Oh Man, did she have some curves! I’d never realized what a great body she has under those old lady clothes. She walks to a lounge chair, turns, and bends over to set down her drink and towel. Her back is to me and as she leans over my eyes rivet on her butt. The thin spandex material hugs it tightly and rides up into the crevice to define her cheeks. A small triangle of daylight forms between where her upper thighs barely touch and her pussy.
She rises up and turns my way. I am so mesmerized by this vision that I’m slow to break my gaze. She caught my eye and instinctively smiled. Then I saw a slight change in her expression as she realized that I had been staring at her. It’s not a mad look but more of a satisfied, appreciating look that silently tells me she likes my attentions.
And this goes on for about four more pages of buildup, of silent testing of boundaries on the part of the wife. Through actions and dialogue, we find out she's not so conservative, but did so because her husband wanted to turn over a new leaf from their wild college days. But now that he's a workaholic, she's starting to drift away from him...and likes the attentions of the guy. SOUNDS cliche, I know, but the writer did a good job of making it not.
Anyways, the end is the same...they consumate their lust...and make plans for another meeting.
If anyone sees these little tidbits and is interested, I can send the rest of the fic....and hopefully, you'll then be interested enough to write a sequel to it.
