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Hope some people get some good scenery at church today!
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Nothing sexy at the Presby church today, uber conservative folks.How was Easter Sunday at church? Free flowing dresses and skirts. Any incidental flashes?
Would definitely worship her..A MOST OPPORTUNE MOMENT AND SEEMINGLY INCIDENTAL FLASHES: In the back of the church cemetery I attended a funeral, and although I did not know him personally some of his family members were familiar to me. It was a rainy day and I was appropriately dressed. My hair, auburn and straight, was twisted tight, so very tight, into a French braid hidden by my black hat and black whispering lace veil. Under the veil, the ghostly whiteness of my widow skin glowed. I had so slowly, so carefully applied layer upon layer of lucent, sheer foundation until it became opaque rendering my face as exquisite as any porcelain Dresden doll. My lips plump and swollen, painted red, glossy, shiny, candy, suck slut red. My theatrical applied eye lashes I had swept with the deepest black mascara. A face of an aging widow in mourning. My naked pussy and my legs were sheathed in black gartered FF nylons under my Burberry trench coat. Basically I was naked under my coat except for my tightly laced corset, an open cup bra and my 4-inch red stilettos. My cunt moist and liberally perfumed. I was sitting at the very end of the third row with the bereft facing the grave. The Pastor delivering the commemorative service immediately noticed me. And I noticed him.
I KNEW FROM THIS VERY MOMENT THAT I NEEDED TO BE HIS SINFUL WIDOW REQUIRING HIS ATTENTION AND SO MUCH MORE: I blushed in his direction and smiled! Taking advantage of his attention, I pretended my chair was becoming uncomfortable. Fidgeted on the small seat and had my skirt riding high. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as being seated and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose a flashing view of my charms. Crossing and uncrossing my legs in such fashion that my garters would flash and to showing-off several inches of creamy white thighs blazing in an exciting contrast to the jet-black bands of my stockings. Then just for a fleeting and incidental moment offering him a glimpse of my cunt bush, clearly signaling that I never wore panties.
BY NOW HE KNEW THAT MY WIDOW SKIN HAD NOT BEEN PROPERLY HANDLED, PROPERLY USED AND PROPERLY TOUCHED IN TOO LONG A TIME: I felt a surging sense of belonging and which allowed my mind and imaginings to wander. Would he be the one that would physically be exercising and laying bare all of my fantasies and D/s longings? It was hard for me in holding back a smile behind my netted veil just thinking of the possibilities and even the delicious punishment he would offer to ABSOLVING a needy widow and being able to guiding her and to exploring her sexual demons. Taking advantage of them and to administering the treatment I needed for my forgiveness and my ultimate salvation. Ohh…Lord preserve and shelter me from my dreams and desires.
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My wife goes to church all the time and the women aren’t Saint!My church is filled with hot women. From teenagers to women in their 50s.
Takes the power of Jesus to keep me from losing my mind Sunday mornings! lol
Is your wife one of the ladies that let's a little bra show, or let's her dress ride up plenty high to show top of her stocking or if her legs open some. A man get a look at her panties.My wife goes to church all the time and the women aren’t Saint!
Did you smile at her more when you saw her at church?A few years ago I happened to be searching some things on a sex website (not Lit) and happened upon a picture and sparse profile of a lady that attends church with me. Needless to say it was a shock and also quite a turn on. Though there was nothing more than a clothed pic and the profile that listed no personal information nor anything really naughty, just the fact that a "good Christian lady" was there was enough to make me smile, tingle and want to make contact. But, unfortunately, I did not and regret it.
Always those lingering questions!Actually, yes. I was not attracted to her but did go out of my way to speak to her a few times. After time passed and she never posted nor added anything I assumed she was not active on that account. Now, I do not seek her out any longer but I do wonder "what if?"
That's what makes it fun. Most women don't go overboard when dressing for church. So, when something happens that gives peek at what's underneath, it's all the more erotic and fun.The normal, everyday look on a woman is my favorite. Most women dress up but don’t over do it in churches close by and that produces some very nice daydreams. I’ll echo what someone on the thread has already said, those are the women I fantasize about and what they wear underneath their outerwear.
GorgeousA MOST OPPORTUNE MOMENT AND SEEMINGLY INCIDENTAL FLASHES: In the back of the church cemetery I attended a funeral, and although I did not know him personally some of his family members were familiar to me. It was a rainy day and I was appropriately dressed. My hair, auburn and straight, was twisted tight, so very tight, into a French braid hidden by my black hat and black whispering lace veil. Under the veil, the ghostly whiteness of my widow skin glowed. I had so slowly, so carefully applied layer upon layer of lucent, sheer foundation until it became opaque rendering my face as exquisite as any porcelain Dresden doll. My lips plump and swollen, painted red, glossy, shiny, candy, suck slut red. My theatrical applied eye lashes I had swept with the deepest black mascara. A face of an aging widow in mourning. My naked pussy and my legs were sheathed in black gartered FF nylons under my Burberry trench coat. Basically I was naked under my coat except for my tightly laced corset, an open cup bra and my 4-inch red stilettos. My cunt moist and liberally perfumed. I was sitting at the very end of the third row with the bereft facing the grave. The Pastor delivering the commemorative service immediately noticed me. And I noticed him.
I KNEW FROM THIS VERY MOMENT THAT I NEEDED TO BE HIS SINFUL WIDOW REQUIRING HIS ATTENTION AND SO MUCH MORE: I blushed in his direction and smiled! Taking advantage of his attention, I pretended my chair was becoming uncomfortable. Fidgeted on the small seat and had my skirt riding high. I always had the ability to be making an awesome display of myself of something so simple as being seated and the way I would slide and shamelessly spread and expose a flashing view of my charms. Crossing and uncrossing my legs in such fashion that my garters would flash and to showing-off several inches of creamy white thighs blazing in an exciting contrast to the jet-black bands of my stockings. Then just for a fleeting and incidental moment offering him a glimpse of my cunt bush, clearly signaling that I never wore panties.
BY NOW HE KNEW THAT MY WIDOW SKIN HAD NOT BEEN PROPERLY HANDLED, PROPERLY USED AND PROPERLY TOUCHED IN TOO LONG A TIME: I felt a surging sense of belonging and which allowed my mind and imaginings to wander. Would he be the one that would physically be exercising and laying bare all of my fantasies and D/s longings? It was hard for me in holding back a smile behind my netted veil just thinking of the possibilities and even the delicious punishment he would offer to ABSOLVING a needy widow and being able to guiding her and to exploring her sexual demons. Taking advantage of them and to administering the treatment I needed for my forgiveness and my ultimate salvation. Ohh…Lord preserve and shelter me from my dreams and desires.
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Yes. Yes . Yes .Part of the fun is when they are conservative, but an accident happens--a true wardrobe malfunction of some kind or other. Someone leans over and isn't careful and you get peek at a nice bra, something happens and a skirt is caught giving a momentary glimpse of panty...something along those lines. Those are the most exciting kind.![]()