Go upstairs and talk to Claire

Claire gave you kind of a weird look as she was walking past. What if she knew you were watching? What if she liked that you were watching? Now that’s a much hotter question and your stiffy is begging you to explore it further.

The third floor of the church is much smaller than any of the other floors, more like a floor on a large house. The stairs lead to a bright lounge full of hip reclaimed wood tables and white leather furniture. The lounges high windows overlook the man-made pond next to the church. Finding the file room where Claire has gone is pretty easy since there are only two rooms upstairs besides the lounge. One seems to have a locked door and says simply “PRIVATE” and the other says “ARCHIVES.”

You’re not sure what sort of archives a church is going to have, but you knock on the door before you open it.

“Yes?” You hear clear call out from inside.

“Uh, it’s Jake,” you shout through the door. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

You hear her high heels clicking across the hardwood floor. The door to the archives opens and she is standing there looking all perfect with her blonde hair pinned up with a pencil and her glossy lipstick fixed after giving that blowjob. She is even wearing a pair of glasses.

“Jake,” she purrs, leaning against the door frame. “What a nice surprise.”

“I just wanted to say ‘hi’,” you offer sheepishly.

“Uh-huh,” she chuckles. “Did you like watching me getting fucked, Jake?”

“What? I didn’t—“

She reaches out and runs her fingers over the bulging front of your jeans. “Mmmmm, did it make you horny watching me getting pounded by Pastor Luke?”

Her hand squeezes your hardness through your jeans. You don’t even have to answer, she’s already smirking, but you admit it anyway.

“Yeah, it was hot,” you grunt, looking down at her hand rubbing over the mound of your cock.

“Do you always like to watch?” She purrs, giving your swollen dick another squeeze.

“I’ve… I’ve never watched before,” you say.

“Oh?” She bites her crimson lower lip. “More of a doer?”

She pushes you out of the archives doorway and across the lounge with the huge windows.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” You look at her with surprise.

She shoves you down into one of the white leather chairs and she climbs onto your lap, her knees on either side of your legs. Her short skirt rides high up her slender thighs and you feel her panty-covered pussy grinding softly against the front of your jeans. Her reading glasses slip down her nose and she peers down into your eyes. She reaches down and begins unbuckling your belt.

“You’re not shy, are you, Jake?” She says in a slightly mocking tone. Your belt clinks open and she begins to work the button of your jeans.

“No,” you say, resting your hands on her slender hips and watching her with wonder. “But you didn’t answer me. What are you doing?”

“There are a lot of things I could be doing,” she says, getting your jeans unbuttoned and slowly unzipping them. She reaches into the gaping fly of your boxer shorts and looks into your eyes as she wraps her soft hand around your hard shaft. “Why don’t you tell me what you want me to be doing?”

This girl is wild. She must be the easiest girl you’ve ever met and you are not about to pass that up.