I was trailing off now myself, and Nancy finished swallowing, finally releasing my spent cock. She smiled up at me, come on her pretty face and tits. She opened her mouth to show me my come on her tongue, then swallowed that. She still had her right hand on my ass, and held me while she cleaned up. If I had been 20 years younger, I probably would have gotten hard again, her mouth felt so good on me. When she was done, she stood and kissed me. I felt her naked breasts on my chest as I tasted my come on her mouth.
When we broke our kiss, I sighed heavily, looking into Nancy’s eyes. “I bet they didn’t teach you that in Sunday school.”
Nancy laughed. “No, they didn’t. It was independent study.”
“It will probably do you well in the mission field, though. Don’t know if the Southern Baptist Convention will approve of it as a way to win souls, though.”
“No, but it seems to work. I bet I made you see Jesus.”
I laughed. “That I did!! Praise the Lord!!”
We both laughed. Nancy kissed me. “Sorry I couldn’t let you have me more completely. I’m just a mess right now.”
I took her hand. “Not a problem. I understand.” I told her of my youthful experience.
“We should get together next week, maybe I’ll be in a better situation,” said Nancy, a sad smile coming to her face.
“I’ll see you Sunday?? We can set something up, maybe later in the week. Or text me.”
“I have to see how my week looks. We’ll talk Sunday. I’m not singing this week, so I’ll be in the back, behind you.” She gave me a sly smile. “Watching your ass.”
I laughed. “So that’s what that was about. You were kneading my butt like you were going to make biscuits out of it.”
Nancy laughed. “Yeah, well….when I’m not singing, and usually during the sermon when I’m off stage, I sit in the back.”
“I had noticed that.”
“So, one Sunday when I wasn’t singing, I was standing back there during worship, looking around to see who was there, my mind kind of wandering, and I noticed this guy in a pair of jeans, standing in one of the front rows.”
I smiled. “Yeah, and….”
“And I’m thinking, he has a nice ass. And it’s you!!”
“Ha, ha. And you had to have a piece of it.”
Nancy blushed. “Um…yeah.”
“Was it everything you expected??”
“Oh, yeah,” Nancy smiled broadly. “So was everything else!!”
I took her hands and kissed her. I thought about asking what inspired her to go after a 60 year old widowed man, or if she had done this before, but decided I’d just go with it. Sometimes it’s best not to ask too many questions.
Nancy and I were able to chat a few minutes after the service on Sunday, and made a plan for Thursday lunch at my house. It was a good free day for her, with the added plus that she should be clear of her time by then.
Thursday seemed an awfully long way off, but sometimes fate hands you a bonus. I was in the little Wal Mart on the west end of town on Tuesday afternoon, when I saw a familiar blonde looking in the meat case. I was first looking at the denim skirt and dark blue cardigan, then when she looked up, I realized it was Nancy. I walked over to her. She was holding a package of rib eyes.